It slid down my throat and crawled out. I just felt an itch in my throat, opened my mouth, coughed twice, and then coughed up something. This is a crumpled golden silkworm Gu, its appearance has not been used for many days, it looks very difficult, and look at it, it is completely different from the past, as if it is old, the skin is still golden, but it is very loose and dull.

It attached to the bridge of my nose, and an unusual fragrance reached my nose, like the quiet opening of osmanthus flowers in August.

Smelling this fragrance, I felt that my spirit was much better, I sat up straight, and found that everyone else was asleep, and only the little Miao girl who was taking care of me next to me stared at a pair of bright eyes, looking at the Golden Silkworm Gu curiously.

I stretched out my grimacing left hand, the Golden Silkworm Gu was no longer able to fly, but struggled to move along my face, my neck, and arms, little by little, towards my left hand. It climbs slowly, and every step is difficult. Walking all the way, it left a slippery and clear mark on my body.

Finally, it climbed on top of my left hand, and the little thing stared at me, and I stared at it.

We stared wide-eyed.

For the past three or four days, I have suffered a lot, and it has been tortured, and now, looking at the black bean eyes of this poor worm, a sense of closeness that is closely related to my life arises spontaneously from my heart. Ever since I was planted by my grandmother in July last year, our lives have been linked.

Life and death depend on each other, never abandon.

This is the simplest relationship between me and the fat worm, and there is only me and her in this world, no one can do without anyone, and only the fate of the same end. In this way, it can be said that it is a natal Gu.

We looked at each other for a while, and the fat worm on the top of my palm began to wriggle, and it roamed in my palm, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and rubbing against my palms and wanting to laugh. After about two minutes, it suddenly shrank into a ball, and then the fat worm in my hand gradually deflated, and at last it was only a piece of skin.

Just when I was wondering, there was a gentle force between my left arm, and then I walked up and down my body, and with each line, I had the pleasure of soaking in the hot springs, and after nine cycles of walking, suddenly my chest lit up, and a golden light shone in front of me.

Look at the appearance of this villain, it is the golden silkworm Gu who has shed its silkworm clothes.

I saw that it was a little thinner than before, but its body became more and more agile, and the pimple on its head was no longer a round one, but changed into a mountain shape; The golden skin has precipitated a little, and it is no longer so ostentatious, showing a low-key dark gold, but its black bean eyes are inexplicably sharper.

I clenched my fist and carefully put away the silkworm coat that had fallen off.

There is a saying in the section of "Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains" that this golden silkworm Gu will fade its skin nine times in its life, and each time it fades, the realm will jump to one level, if it can fade nine times, it will be able to build a golden body, transcend the six realms, and not be subject to reincarnation - this is of course nonsense, my golden silkworm Gu lasted for a year, during which I enjoyed many benefits, after many tribulations, and finally suffered a thunderous fright in the cave, it was able to shed a layer of skin.

If I want to fade up to the ninth layer, it is obvious that I am no longer in the world at that time.

And after I die, the Golden Silkworm Gu will also die out, where will there be a chance to molt again?

That's why I used to feel that there was a lot of nonsense and assumptions in the Twelve Methods, and it also came from this: for the impossible things, the forerunners would often draw a big pie and then associate it with religion, tempting the later people to have a high mountain admiration and worship for them.

But the reality is that this is not the case.

The most direct benefit of the successful transformation of the Golden Silkworm Gu is that I have been in a state of illness as if I have been beaten with chicken blood, and I feel that all the diseases have subsided, and I am warm and energetic. Yoyo looked at the cute fat worm, stretched out the tips of his fingers to touch, touched it lightly, and immediately retracted his hand, and his face was actually full of smiles.

I stood up and found that the hairy trail had woken up and was looking at me with his eyes open, and I nodded at him, and he smiled, but didn't ask anything, but closed his eyes and fell asleep again. I walked out of the drum tower and came to the threshing floor in front, where Wu Gang and Xiao Zhou were on duty, calling out to me and saying where were I going?

I said I was holding it too long and was going to put the water down.

Wu Gang smiled and said don't run too far, don't be like Xiao Zhou, halfway to be chased by ghosts and run everywhere...... Xiao Zhou next to him angrily talked to Wu Gang, I waved my hand and said no, my ass is not as white as Xiao Zhou.

Wu Gang laughed.

I put the water back, added a few sticks of firewood to the fire, and then climbed up to the second floor of the drum tower, standing on their sentry post, there is a mountain wind blowing, the stars in the sky are few, flickering, under the canopy is a silent pitch black, from time to time there is a burst of "cooing" bird calls in the distance, under the dim light of the bonfire, in this dark world, we seem to be the center of the universe.

So clear and lofty, so lonely.

I said I'm on duty, right? Wu Gang shook his head and said no, the plan has already been arranged, and you have just recovered from a serious illness, so it's best not to blow the wind. I asked, can it hold on? Wu Gang smiled bitterly and said that it was okay, Xiao Zhou sighed beside him, and said What a hair, there are only eleven bullets left in my automatic rifle, and every time I pull the trigger, it hurts more than losing a pile of banknotes.

When I returned to the house, I saw that Ma Haibo and Hu Wenfei were still wearing a brace made of tree branches on their hands, and they had multiple scars on their faces.

When I got closer, I saw Ma Haibo's body trembling incessantly, his breathing shortness of breath, his facial muscles twitching, making an unnatural smile, and his hand touching his forehead, which was as hot as a stove. This is a sign of tetanus, although the miscellaneous trail has been treated, but because there is no condition, the old horse will inevitably be infected.

In addition to high fever, tetanus can also cause a variety of complications, and even kill people in a short time, so I didn't hesitate, my fingers hooked, and the fat bug immediately flew over, it understood my intentions, and immediately got into Ma Haibo's mouth, and then squirmed.

Ten minutes later, Ma Haibo's breathing calmed down, and his injured left hand regained consciousness.

The fat bug entered Hu Wenfei's body again.

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The next morning, Ma Haibo and Hu Wenfei, who got up in the morning, found that their dislocated and injured arms were able to move again, although they were still a little strained, but the healing speed was several times faster.

Of course, they could guess who had done it, and they were grateful.

But even so, the overall atmosphere was gloomy.

Because of the attempt the day before yesterday, it ended in failure. Jia Wei's anteater also tried to climb the mountain, but because the cliff was too steep, it was unsuccessful; And the tiger cat that we have high hopes for has not woken up so far, if it were not for the hand touching its belly, as well as the body temperature and heartbeat, people who don't know the way would still think it is a dead bird.

Although my Golden Silkworm Gu woke up, I didn't dare to let it fly too far away from me.

After all, this place is too evil.

The first attempt, and the last attempt. In the morning, the topic discussed by Yang Cao, Wu Gang and others turned out to be the consolidation of the defense line, and then the matter of collecting food. Obviously, after putting aside the idea of escaping, everyone began to become practical, and waited for help, no matter what, to save him.

Only Jia Wei proposed: The cave downstream of the stream may be the exit?

Her claim was ridiculed by most people, and no one wanted to explore the dark cave again. Darkness is fear, and fear is death. No one wants to die anymore, and no one wants to die that person is themselves.

When his proposal was denied, Jia Wei became silent, and his eyes drifted towards the west from time to time.

I could tell she wanted to go alone. This woman has the temperament of a wolf, likes to live in groups, and also likes to be alone. I don't know how Yang Cao checked out that she wasn't possessed, but my intuition told me that there was something really weird about this woman.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Hu Wenfei came to me and said that Jia Wei was missing again, and Lao Jin, who saw her the last time, said that she was tidying up in the house, and then turned out some bits and pieces and left.

Xiao Zhou, who was on guard on the drum tower, told us that when he was three o'clock just now, he saw a navy blue figure in the west, vague, and only now remembered that it might be a cadre Jia.

Hu Wenfei and Yang Cao were anxious and gathered everyone together to discuss countermeasures. However, it is obviously unrealistic for all of them to go to the rescue, and we need to garrison a certain number of personnel in this stockade to keep the materials inside from being plundered and damaged. The result of the discussion was that I, Hu Wenfei and Yang Cao went to investigate, and the other five stayed here.

We set out at nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, and walked all the way, for about half an hour, until we came to a turning junction, and when we turned this inlet, there was the cave in front of us. We can only pray in our hearts that this damned woman had better not go into the hole, or else ...... There's really nothing we can do.

Inside, I don't think I can afford to mess with.

However, when I climbed over a stone more than three meters high that blocked the way, a strange situation appeared in front of me, and goosebumps instantly covered my whole body: on the path more than ten meters below the stone, it was densely packed and crisscrossed with large and small centipede reptiles, and on the trees on both sides, there were snakes spitting letters and sneering.

On this road, there are dense centipedes, and I am afraid that there will be thousands of them.

Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei also turned over the stone, looked over condescendingly, startled, and almost didn't roll down.