Volume 8 Chapter 33 The Host

Oh no, how could this happen? Could it be that a snake has burrowed into his stomach?

I immediately turned the fat man over, used my knee to press against his stomach, and forced it in. He began to vomit violently, and a large amount of green water mixed with some white cotton-like things were vomited out. All of it was vomited onto the branches, and then dripped down.

I pressed a few times, and when he finished vomiting, I found that his breathing was slightly easier. It seems that the contents of the stomach were also very oppressive to his breathing.

Looking at the vomit, it was a lot, almost like it was poured out of a bucket. Fortunately, the fat man had a big stomach, otherwise an ordinary person would have burst from so much stuff going in.

I put him down and covered my mouth to look at the vomit. A sour stench hit my face, and I found that among the green water, there was a white gelatinous substance like egg white. I broke off a branch and poked it around a bit, and found that the gelatinous substance was actually all the same kind of thing as eggs.

In an instant, a wave of extreme nausea washed over my chest, and I almost vomited. Looking at the scales mixed in, I thought to myself, “Could these be snake eggs?” Fuck, this is really disgusting. This kind of snake would actually lay eggs in a person’s stomach, just like the monsters in Hollywood movies. I thought about immediately pushing all these snake eggs down.

In that case, the bellies of the bodies below should also be stuffed with snake eggs. Fuck, I can’t even imagine what these snake eggs would look like when they hatch.

Trying to suppress my nausea, I looked at the mud below and the eggs floating on the water, drifting downstream, and began to understand what was going on here.

Could the mud here be a “hatching room”? These snakes hatch their eggs by relying on the heat generated by the decaying bodies, so they keep moving the bodies. Pouring them into this mud, they keep them decaying and mixing with the mud to generate heat.

I have heard that many ants can control the temperature in their nests through fermentation and decay. These snakes obviously cannot do this, but they are already using the heat of decay to hatch their eggs.

However, the ruins nearby have good sunlight. Why don’t they use the sunlight to hatch their eggs like other snakes? Is it because the temperature requirements for the hatching of these snake eggs are very precise?

No, I think of a possibility. If there were no heavy rains, there would be no water in this mud, at most a swamp of mud. Then the fat man fell into it and it would take a long time for him to die. Then the temperature in his body would be maintained until he died completely. This may be the reason why the fat man is still not dead. Those snakes just want to paralyze us, not kill us, just to use our body temperature to hatch eggs.

I know that there are some very advanced snakes that have already hatched their eggs in their bodies. The eggs will hatch as long as they are kept at a stable temperature for one or two days after birth. Could it be that the snakes here are of this kind? It’s a good thing that it rained so heavily, otherwise I would have fallen into the pile of snakes.

What makes me feel the most creepy is that there are snake eggs here, so this means that there is also a female snake here? I shuddered at the thought of the relief, but then I thought it was impossible. Such a huge female snake would definitely violate the laws of nature. These eggs could be the offspring of that huge female snake.

The fat man’s stomach was still a bit bloated. I didn’t know if there were still any of these things inside. I thought it would be safer to make him vomit everything out. So I helped the fat man up, grabbed his throat, and made him continue to vomit. But what he vomited next was all green water, and eventually it became dry heaving.

I believe that it should be gone, and if not, it should have passed through the stomach, so I can only let him poop it out.

The fog has almost dissipated, and visibility is gradually returning. I continue with my work, pulling the vines on his body taut, and then preparing to slowly lower him down. This is very difficult. If I lose my grip for even a moment, the fat man could fall straight from the tree. He is now unconscious and will not use his muscles and movements to protect himself, so this fall could kill him. Therefore, the length of the vines must be controlled well.

I had everything ready, then I shone the miner’s lamp under the tree. This big tree grew on the edge of a swamp. If I didn’t do it right, it might fall straight back into the swamp, and all my hard work would be wasted. I had to choose a good place.

As soon as I shone the miner’s lamp under the tree, I froze. It was so foggy under the tree that I couldn’t see the ground clearly. When I shone the light, it seemed to be shining on a mass of chaos.

This is really spooky. Just now, I didn’t use the miner’s lamp to shine on it, but I could see the blurred shadow of the ground with the miner’s lamp’s afterglow. How come I can’t see it now? Could it be that the fog has thickened again, but why only near the ground?

After a careful identification, I found that it turned out to be a change in the swamp. A black mist had risen from the water and enveloped the entire surface of the water. The bodies in it were faintly visible, and in the black mist, they seemed to be moving.