But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. A black mamba slowly climbed up from his butt, and then stopped on his head. The fat man's face turned blue, and all the color suddenly lost.

I didn't have time to laugh at the fat man right now, so I just secretly prayed that these poisonous snakes would leave quickly.

Fifteen minutes, I felt, was longer than half a year. The black mamba crawling on my thigh finally retreated, shook its head, and crawled away slowly.

The fat man was a little worse than me. It took another ten minutes for the two black mambas coiled around him to twitch their tails and leave.

"Fuck, hurry up, black mambas are snakes that live in groups. Several snakes suddenly came here, which means that the entire snake nest has moved here..."

The fat man stood up and was about to touch the package, but he didn't expect that his thighs were stiff and he almost fell over.

I was sweating profusely now, so I quickly grabbed the fat man, put the package on my back and left.

"Dingdang, you're really gone, don't you care about aiding Korea?" The fat man took two steps and said hesitantly.

I shook my head, and now I realized that I seemed to have missed some details. As I walked, I recalled everything that had just happened.

I seemed to have thought of something in my mind before, but then a snake crawled on my crotch and I was so frightened that my attention was suddenly pulled back. Now I can't think of it anymore.

It's like, sometimes we have been thinking about one thing, but when someone interrupts us, we forget what the thing is. This is what I am encountering now.

"But it's strange to say that these damn black mambas are like assassins, coming and going without a trace. They almost ended up here just now..." The fat man saw that I was ignoring him and said to himself.

.

"Yes, it's these black mambas!"

I finally remembered what I was thinking about before.

Fatty was startled by my sudden opening, and I asked anxiously: "Fatman, have you noticed anything different about these skeleton black mambas?"

"Stronger? Or maybe the tail is like a rattlesnake."

The fat man said in confusion, not knowing which aspect I was referring to specifically.

"Yes, it's the tail! When these black mambas approached us just now, they would habitually slap the ground with their tails. Although the sound was not very loud, it was not quiet either. Why didn't we hear this sound at first?

"

I frowned and asked, this was the problem that troubled me just now.

"Could it be that these black mambas twitch their tails to show off when they get close to their prey, just like us people pretending to be cool? Something's wrong, what the hell is going on?" After the fat man finished speaking, he shook his head again, very worried.

Obviously his statement is untenable.

"I probably know what's going on. Didn't we pick up a few hot bullet casings when we aided North Korea? We are still curious why we didn't hear gunshots, because in this white mist, the sound could not be transmitted at all. Likewise,

The transmission would not come, so we couldn’t hear the sound of Ma Rulong and others when they fired!"

The more I talked, the clearer my thinking became. It turned out that the heavy fog not only covered our eyes, but also blocked our ears.

"When we were walking forward just now, Yuan Korea probably left the range of the torch and was attacked by the Black Mamba. Because of the fog, he couldn't hear us even if we shouted to him.

.”

I clenched my fists with some excitement. If my inference was correct, then maybe Wang Yuanchao was not dead.

"What the hell is this mist doing? Doesn't that mean there's probably a large group of black mambas hovering around here?" The fat man's face suddenly turned green, and he said with some horror.

"Don't talk so much. Let's find the aid to Korea first. We should have started running from this point just now. From now on, we will continue to search forward. Now we can't distinguish by sound. We must use the light of the torch to illuminate the nearby people.

Search it!"

I thought about it and used the most primitive method.

When we were searching just now, we just went to a place and shouted a few times to see if Wang Yuanchao responded. Now that we know that the white mist has the effect of blocking sound, we can only investigate step by step.

"Don't go so damn fast. Be careful, Dingdang. There are so many venomous snakes around here. If you're not careful, your life will be gone."

We walked quickly, with the fat man shouting behind us.

"Zhang Sanpao gave me a treasure. If there is any danger, you can call the police. Walk quickly. Aid Korea cannot afford to wait."

We had to race against time now, and I didn't have time to explain to the fat man.

We held torches and walked through the thick fog. Suddenly, I smelled the smell of blood.

I suddenly shivered and then slowed down.

"Fat man, slow down. It's possible that aid to Korea is nearby."

The fat man nodded, and we searched this area carefully.

"careful!"

Suddenly, I, who was walking in front, lost my balance. The fat man had sharp eyes and quickly pulled me back.

Then there was a clear sound of tail slapping, and a black mamba squatted on the ground, staring at us with its fangs open.

Bang!

The fat man shot the Black Mamba in the head.

"Didn't you say you had a warning? Fatty saved your life again," the fat man said panting.

"How the hell do I know this thing works sometimes or not..."

My face was also pale. If the fat man hadn't pulled me like this, I would have been bitten by the black mamba. I would have gone to the west to see the Buddha.

It seems that I still can't place all my hopes on Zhang Sanpao's bugs. This thing can't save my life every time.

"Wait a minute, why the hell did I hear a sound?"

The fat man suddenly showed a strange expression and motioned for me to stop talking.

I was a little surprised. There was complete silence in the mist, and I didn't hear any sounds.

We checked around, but the fat man suddenly staggered under his feet, as if he had been kicked by something.

I looked at it and almost jumped up. It turned out to be a pair of legs, and judging from the color of the pants, the person who fell on the ground was Wang Yuanchao!

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and Fatty and I quickly helped Wang Yuanchao sit up. At this moment, Wang Yuanchao's face turned pale, and his clothes were stained with blood. He looked shocking.

I touched Wang Yuanchao's forehead and found that he did not have a fever, but his breathing sounded a little rapid.

"Old Wang was bitten on the thigh, but the poisonous blood seems to have been released by himself. He may have fainted because of his weakness. It should be fine..." The fat man checked Wang Yuanchao's body and then said. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!