The dull pain hit the door of the brain, and the younger brother's eyes lit up instantly.

Not only for the flash of ghostly light, but also because there was not a sharp knife array under the trap.

He looked up and found himself in a trap that resembled a deep well.

It's so deep! The wellhead looked unusually small and far away, and the faint light could not be cast, and it was pitch black all around.

The younger brother picked at the back of his head, and he was both happy and surprised. It didn't hurt to fall down so high. Is there something at the bottom of the well that cushions his body?

He reached out and touched it.

Powder, a lot of powder pasted on his hands, and then there were layers of things of different thicknesses and shapes.

Fragments of different sizes and thicknesses, sticks, cylindrical, spherical ...

Smooth, sharp, rough, flattened...

The younger brother couldn't see, so he could only grope carefully, and where his hand had rubbed, a blue-green glow lit up again.

The old hunter, there are some things he is most familiar with, and if he doesn't think about it, he will pop up and come to mind.

When he finally picked up a round ball and saw it clearly through the blue-green glow that came out of the friction, he trembled involuntarily, his teeth "clicked" and fought, and the crotch of his pants was warm and humid.

It was a human head, a slippery skull!

Beneath him was all bones, human bones!

He couldn't see with his eyes, but all he could think of was himself in the pile of bones in the mountain of corpses.

The bottom of the whole well is full of bones, he has no way to retreat, there is no way to avoid it, his hands and feet are slow, and his heart is full of bones!

Scattered into powder and scattered into the air, what he sucked into his mouth and nose was also bones!

He wiped his hands desperately, and wisps of ghostly light flashed on his clothes, and the shadows reflected the bones all over the ground.

He stood trembling, helpless, trying to move, but couldn't find a place to put his feet.

The warm liquid on the trouser tube, "drip~drip~" hit the bones at the feet, and reverberated in the deep well.

The younger brother felt like he was going crazy, and he desperately banged his head against the wall, hoping that he would pass out. If it's a nightmare, wake up quickly!

"Brother!"

He suddenly had a stirring in his brain: It's my brother! My brother has come to his rescue!

His hands, feet, and soul, which had nowhere to rest, were comforted a little, and he did not hit the wall again.

"Smack." A thick and sturdy rope fell, "Quick, grab it, I'll pull you up!" The elder brother's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, and it swayed into the younger brother's ears.

He took a deep breath, no, his breath stalled halfway through, and became light and shallow again.

The air was full of ashes, and he really didn't want to inhale it in his lungs anymore.

Must leave immediately. The younger brother picked up the rope, tied it around his waist twice, and then pulled hard, "Okay, brother!" ”

The hemp rope began to force upwards and lifted him up.

The younger brother got his feet off the ground and immediately stepped on the wall of the well. He really didn't want to touch those bones again.

He tugged at the rope with both hands, and the warm trousers just now were cold against the flesh, and there was a biting chill in the dark well.

He was secretly a little embarrassed, and his brother was afraid that he was going to laugh at him.

Just laugh, who made him so unlucky. It's better to be laughed at than to be scared crazy and scared to death in a well.

Damn fox, it's so vicious, I don't know how many lives have been confessed under this well!

Thinking of this, he was angry and scared, and wanted to go to their nest, but he didn't know what other means those foxes had!

He looked up and saw that his brother was not slow, and he was about to reach the well.

His head popped out of the well, and he breathed deeply.

"Brother, you literally saved my life," he spat out, "damn fox, under this well..."

"What do you smell like?" The elder brother looked at him strangely and reached out to cover his nose.

"Cough~cough~cough~cough, this is actually nothing~" The younger brother was a little embarrassed.

"It's good that you're okay," the elder brother stretched out another hand and touched his younger brother's face, "I'm worried about death, I thought I'll never see you again." ”

"Brother," the elder brother put his hand on his younger brother's head again, "when will you become like that?"

"So?" The younger brother looked puzzled: "Which one?" ”

He suddenly felt that his brother's appearance was strange, and he couldn't help but look closely. He looked at his brother's hand covering his mouth and nose, and suddenly his chest tightened, his back molars almost bit blood, and a chill instantly froze him.

Two hands of my brother. One covered his mouth and nose, and the other stroked his head.

He looked down at the hemp rope tied around his waist.

So who is pulling the rope?