Listening to Yang Cao say so seriously, I turned my hands over, and saw that there was a kind of blue and white interlacing on the palm, showing granite pattern-like markings, and the dark blue patches that appeared in the large and small thenar areas of the palm had complex lines and clear boundaries, and finally formed two strange runes.

The rune was small, with a faint blue halo around it, covering the entire palm of the hand, as if it had a birthmark.

What makes people feel terrifying is that this rune is like an eye, and the surrounding blue halo forms a skull. As I stared closely, I felt bursts of eerie cold air coming from the rune.

I had runes and blue skulls on both hands, my left hand was cold, and my right hand was scorching, so hot and cold alternated, circulating between my heart and lungs, and for a while, there was a feeling of being stuffy and breathless. I raised my hands in confusion, and then asked Yang Cao, what the hell is going on? He grabbed my veins with both hands, then stared into my eyes, and said Lu Zuo, do you feel like your whole body is out of control?

I shook my head and said no, Lao Tzu is going to get out of control, you guys don't blow up the sky?

Yang Cao said solemnly: "The changes in your hands should have started last night, but we didn't pay attention to them. This morning, I asked you to go to the waterfall to find Sister Jia, and you couldn't get up, so I felt a little strange; When you come back in the afternoon, you find that your whole body is in a hazy mist, and all the visions are emanating from your hands, and when you open your palms, you will see that this is the case. To be honest, none of us have ever seen this situation, and you know how evil the power contained in your palm is. We don't know the rune, but Yoyo can read it, and it just so happens that I know a little bit about what she said—do you know the meaning of this rune? ”

I shook my head and said I don't know, what the hell is it?

Yang Cao said: "There are two words in your left hand, which are called 'destruction', and the two words in your right hand are called 'hope'......" I raised my hands in surrender, and smiled helplessly, saying that your explanation is also a god, and it is the same dog blood as Jesus Christ and his old man. Yang Cao shook his head and said Do you remember the murals of the three-eyed dwarves we saw in the cave, jumping into the flames and being reborn?

As soon as he said this, a chill rose from my tail vertebrae and spread all the way to the Celestial Spirit Cover, making me shiver with fear.

I'm not going to be like Zhou Lin, am I?

Yang Cao said frankly: "Lu Zuo, you have a big deal!" Truth be told, before you woke up, we had an argument with you, and we thought you might have fallen into a demon. Your hands were stained with the blue blood of a dwarf mule, and now the resentment has accumulated and absorbed the dirt in the cave into your hands, and the result has become so rich that the surface of your body has changed. So ......"

He was a little embarrassed to speak, but Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao got up and stood between Yang Cao and me, and he warned sharply: "Lu Zuo's hand, it is because he has killed too many Yin Spirit creatures and his resentment has accumulated to a critical value, so he will leave such a strong magnetic field reaction. However, it was only a method of demon hunting, and it had no effect on his mind. Yang Cao, don't overdo it! ”

Yang Cao didn't pay attention to the miscellaneous hairy path, but stared at my eyes through the gap, and said Lu Zuo, can you guarantee that you won't go crazy?

I took a deep breath and felt my mind swell a little, but my mind was clear and there was nothing wrong with it, so I nodded and said I could promise that I wouldn't hurt any of them. Yang Cao's face was tense for a while, and he suddenly smiled, patted me on the shoulder, and said Good brother, if it weren't for you, maybe we would have died in the cave.

He stood up, nodded to Hu Wenfei and Jia Wei, and stopped talking, while Ma Haibo next to him surrounded him one after another, offering condolences one after another.

Ma Haibo came over and grabbed my shoulder and said Brother, don't mind, look at your hand, how ooping is the skull on it? The brothers are shallow, so they are naturally scared half to death and dare not approach. I waved my hand and said it's okay, I can't chew too much, I have absorbed too much resentment, that's why it's like this. You have been staying away from me for the past few days, and you have been careful to get contaminated and cause unwarranted trouble.

Wu Gang came over with a pottery bowl and handed it to me, but he didn't listen to my advice, sat next to him, and said Oh, I don't know if Lu Dao can get out of Lu Dao alive, worried about this ball?

There was some pessimism in his words, and I wondered, asking what the hell was going on?

Wu Gang told me that today they explored the upper reaches of the deep pool where we fell during the day, and there were thousands of walls on both sides, and there was no possibility of climbing; Moreover, no matter where you are in this canyon, radio and mobile phones cannot communicate with the outside world; What's more, as time goes by, we don't have much to carry on our supplies, and there is enough food here, but the most important supplies such as ammunition and energy are basically less than one day a day.

Without ammunition, our guns are not as good as burning sticks; Without a flashlight, at night or in a gloomy place, we are blind, and we can't see anything clearly; Without salt, no matter how much you eat, you don't have the strength......

And in the shadows, the crisis lurks everywhere, dwarf mules, "Gollum" arsonists, long snakes and poisonous insects everywhere...... Each of these is a great threat to us, and what should we do when reinforcements are far away? This is the question that needs to be thought about in everyone's mind.

Wu Gang was originally a man as strong as iron, but this was not his field after all, after suffering the blows of his comrades-in-arms dying one after another, the small expectations and beliefs in his heart had begun to waver.

I ate the rice in the clay bowl and comforted him a few words, but I felt that the words came out of my mouth so weak.

In trouble, what right do I have to comfort others?

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Sure enough, Yang Cao's words were quickly verified, and in the next few days, I began to have a high fever.

I haven't had a high fever for a long time, and the most recent time in my memory was when I ran back from the MLM den in Hefei in 05, there was some rain on the road, and I was angry at the deception of my fellow villagers, and I had a high fever for three days and three nights, so anxious that my mother cried all night long, for fear that I would die like this.

However, I survived, and after waking up from my bed at the Dadunzi Township People's Hospital, I secretly vowed that I would work hard to earn money to repay my aging parents.

After that, I never had a fever again, and later after having the Natal Golden Silkworm Gu, I had already advanced to Xiaoqiang, who couldn't be killed, and no matter how serious the injury was, it would heal quickly. However, the fever came very suddenly, and for a few days, I was not awake much, and my head was groggy all day, as if there was an engine roaring and messing around.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was also seriously injured because of his injuries, so he stayed in the drum tower to take care of me.

The conditions here are not good, he didn't know where to get some strange herbs, and then boiled the bitter potion for me to drink, and asked the little Miao girl to put a cold towel on me regularly. This towel is made of torn robes on his body, and it is sticky and sticky after being stained with water, which is not comfortable, but there is a well-behaved and cute little girl next to me to help me with my work, wiping sweat and washing my face, but it is still a little comfortable.

In addition to cooking herbs for me and meditating on himself, most of his time was spent on two things: the first was to make talismans, he brought some cinnabar and smoke ink with him, and some yellow talisman paper, but not much, but he was able to adapt to local conditions, and found centipedes, earthworms, fish blood, black mud bumps, and smoked bamboo blocks, as well as many things that he couldn't name, and then made all kinds of talismans. These may not have much power, but they can play a role in early warning, insect repellent, prevention and control, and calming the nerves; The second is to rush to work on the piece of blood tiger red fei.

Whenever there was no one around, I could always see the miscellaneous hair trail staring at the red jade, like looking at a woman's jade body, with a mad burning heat in his eyes. He usually recites a "Purifying Mind Mantra" or "Blessing Incense Ballad", then wakes up as if in a dream to observe it, and then begins to cut it. However, even if he is in danger now, he will only make ten knives a day at most, with tens of millions of ideas in his mind.

In fact, I have vague memories of those days, and I can't remember too many things, most of the time I feel like I'm dreaming, dreaming that I am a golden silkworm Gu, shrinking in a warm and humid place, rolling, pain, feeling that the skin all over my body is as hot as fire, extremely itchy, burning and painful.

On the third day, I figured out that in fact, the reason why I had a fever was because the Golden Silkworm Gu was suffering from pain.

Our lives are connected, so it changes, and I share the weal and woe.

It was so muddy that it wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that there were two more people lying next to me: one was Ma Haibo and the other was Hu Wenfei. After a few days of hesitation and helplessness, they tried to climb over the mountain that had collapsed before, and then climbed up this line of heavenly canyons, but when they went up more than ten meters, a soldering iron suddenly jumped out from between the rock walls.

Fortunately, Hu Wenfei was ten meters below at the time, climbing the vine with his hand, and reached out to grab the old horse's hand.

Ma Haibo was rescued, but both of them dislocated one hand, plus various abrasions, and reluctantly returned injured.

The first escape operation ended without a problem.

In this line of heavenly canyons where there is no medicine and no medical conditions, injuries are undoubtedly a rather painful thing, and the amateur of Miscellaneous Trail has become very busy. And on the fourth day, my heart suddenly jumped, and I felt something in my throat, and I struggled to climb out.