Chapter 139 – The Xuan of Blue Water

The sound of the waterfall group of huge water flow like a thunder like ringing endlessly, so close to hear, so that our hearts and minds extraordinarily vibration, in this environment is difficult to maintain due to the calm, with a few old vines break, the body also with the violent fall, if not the fat man on the waist there is a safety rope, the three have long been a hair fall into the deep pools below.

But now this kind of on not come, can not go down the situation is even more deadly, those “痋婴 “本是半人半虫, after this period of time, the body has obvious changes, human characteristics less, insect characteristics is more and more significant, is already half insect half ghost, ugly face let a person do not dare to look directly.

They were climbing down the wall from the “gourd mouth” in an endless stream, relying on the suction cups on their bodies and the hooks on their forelimbs, climbing on the vines and rapidly encircling us.

My big head down hanging on the vines, the deep green pool of water below straight to make people dizzy, hastily struggling to make the body reversed, this action is too large, hanging three of us on the vines and broke one, the body is another fall, almost to stretch the waist broken, thanks to Shirley Yang with a mountaineering pickaxe hanging on the rock wall, and temporarily found a point of gravity.

I laughed bitterly and said, “This time, we have really stirred up a hornet’s nest.” Said, the M1A1 lifted up to shoot the two have climbed to the head out of the half insect people, one of them fell down when rubbed my body, intuition of a fishy stench is disgusting, I rushed to put the body close to the wall, lest it be driven by the downward trend, followed by it together with the roll into the deep pools, from such a high place to fall into the water, is not a joke, the depth of the water is not enough words, with the jumping is also not much difference. The difference.

Shirley Yang hanging on the cliff wall called to me: “Old Hu, these wicker can not last long, have to quickly transfer to the trestle up.”

I replied, “That’s the way it is, but this is a life-threatening endeavor, so please beg your God to show his spirit and work some miracles.”

I said and turned my head to look at the fat man beside me, he didn’t dare to open his eyes at all in the high place, holding on to two or three old vines, the safety rope on his waist was taut, I’m afraid that the rock nails on it could not hold his weight any longer, and the crushed rock froth and plant mud were giggling and gurgling down.

The trestle was originally below us diagonally, but after the sudden drop just now, it was already almost parallel, but the distance of a few meters in the middle was anticlimactic, not an inch of grass, and the only way to get over was to grab the rattan wicker and the climbing rope, flinging it from side to side like a pendulum, and build up this strength, and then finally swing onto the trestle in one fell swoop.

I handed the M1A1 submachine gun to Shirley Yang: “You cover me, I’ll get Fatty over first, then you, I’ll pad back.” In this situation, there is no room for discussion, Shirley Yang climbed on a thick vine with one hand, one hand against the butt of the gun, the barrel of the gun on the mountaineering picks hanging on the rock wall to shoot, from time to time to change the angle of the “痋人” climbed to the near side of a number of knocked down.

I hang the backpack to the body of the fat man, feet up and kicked him in the ass, the fat man was kicked by me, immediately understood what I do, shouted: “Master is to fight, not fucking acrobatics ……”.

The words did not finish, the fat man has been with the trembling to the direction of the stack of horizontal swing over, but due to the lack of power, swing less than thirty degrees on the amplitude of the swing back, the fat man grasped the rattan, by the sharp rocks a layer of KaKa two QiZhuan, climbing rope taut tenser, eyes will be broken.

I know that this time we must do our best, only a climbing rope, it is difficult to withstand the fat man and the heavy package of equipment, only one last chance, if the power is not enough, only to go to the river to fish him out.

At this time suddenly heard the M1A1 that typewriter-like sweeping sound stopped, it is estimated that Shirley Yang side of the ammunition has been depleted, the remaining drums are in the backpack, in this wall there is no way to reload, at this moment has become a burning situation, and then immediately put up all his strength, the first side of the back of the pendulum to the limit, grasping the old vine to kick the fat man with his feet to the big butt.

I over-exerted myself, my mind is already a blank, ear only heard the fat man “ow” a voice, climbing rope broken at the same time, the fat man has landed on the trestle slab, but thighs are still hanging in the broken trestle in mid-air, originally from us is not close to the trestle, at this time and by him collapsed nearly a meter.

And we are located closest to this ancient “trestle”, is the construction of the “King Xian tomb” when erected, are spiral from top to bottom, a turn around the cliffs built, we entered the valley had seen cut off the water flow of the embankment, when the construction of the time, the waterfalls were cut off, so the waterfalls are all cut off, so the waterfalls were cut off. Waterfalls were cut off the flow, so there is a part of the “trestle” was once through here, and then must have been washed away by the waterfalls, so this section is a remnant of the road, the fat man smashed down a few slabs of stone, but finally climbed up, lying on the ground in shock, a life of a small half of what remains, and not live to read” Amitabha Buddha”. Amitabha Buddha”.

I help the fat man on the “stack”, but the force is too great, I rely on the support of the last two rattan wicker and broke one, the only one left will break at any time, look up and then look at Shirley Yang, she is reversing the butt of the M1A1, will be caught on her shoulders of a trematode knocked down the turquoise wall, the repulsive bugs like a thick white layer on it. A thick layer of white maggots lay on top, forming a crescent-shaped circle that had wrapped around the two of us.

I leaped upward, hooked my hand on an old vine on the side, and shouted to Shirley Yang, “It’s your turn to go over there, hurry up.” This is not the time to be modest, Shirley Yang foot on a point, the body will swing to the stack, also the first time the power is not enough, need to repeatedly swing to build up the strength, I see the situation also want to do the same thing, lift the foot ready to kick her butt.

Shirley Yang, however, also lifted her feet, in my feet on a support, borrowed the force to bounce to the “stacks”, and then a hand, landed next to the fat man, this time the fat man has also come back to God, from the backpack took out another “Chicago typewriter”, put me around the “Mistletoe”, “Mistletoe”. The “Mutant” one after another shot into the deep pool.

But although the M1A1 firepower is strong, put here is also like a drop in the bucket, can not block the tidal wave after wave of half-human, half-insect monsters, however, there may be anti-insect and anti-termite secret material on the ancient trestle, these guys are not close to the “trestle”, on the contrary, they are all towards me to embrace.

My engineer shovel, mountaineering pickaxe, all let me in the swimming time threw away, body only a Russian paratrooper knife, in this precipitous cliffs difficult to use, had to pull up Shirley Yang inserted in the wall of the mountaineering pickaxe, randomly cut.

In the fat man and Shirley Yang double gun cover, although I temporarily no fear for my life, but was surrounded by the group, only to protect themselves, has no time to spare swinging to the “stacks” up.

Shirley Yang, was about to throw the rope over to meet me, but at this time I climbed the rattan wicker has been chewed, these thousand years old rattan, although relatively brittle, but are very tough, those “痋人” like a group of irrational mad dog, can not be concerned about the barbs in the mouthparts have been broken, biting the rattan will not let go of their mouths.

In this life-and-death moment, I played out the body’s two hundred percent of the potential, felt that the old vine a loose, not waiting for the body began to fall down, then to the side of the horizontal leap, grabbed another cane, but this way, on the contrary, away from the “stacks” far a few points.

My hand just grabbed this cane, there is a red-eyed “痋人” suddenly leaped down in the air, just hanging on my back, grinning four pieces of mouth full of barbed wire, to the back of my head to bite, I feel the fishy wind pungent nostrils, and secretly bad, if this is bitten, the four pieces of strange mouth can be enough to put my head into the whole package, and hastily violently head, so that it bites! I was not able to do it.

I was used as a weapon of the mountaineering pickaxe, just by another “痋人” bite, can not be used to defend the back of the attack, my head to the side, but did not get rid of holding my back that “痋 man” attack range, it turned its head and bite, I have been unable to avoid, see the pink color of the monster mouth of the Senju. The pink flesh spikes in the monster’s mouth only came at my face.

A series of M1A1 bullets, chowed down on the back of my neck skin flew past, behind me the “Mushi” head, was hit with the neck off, I just feel a hot neck, the back of my head was splattered with a lot of insect blood.

I do not care to see whether it is the fat man, or Shirley Yang shot, but the shooter to save my life, surely taking into account that if you shoot the head of the insect, will certainly be poisonous insect blood bitch into my mouth, so with accurate shooting shot it off the neck, although Shirley Yang gun hair is also very good, but her shooting lacks a force of ruthlessness, can be hit directly to the vitals, and under the hands of the so accurate, it should be the fat man. I should be the fat man.

I hand the mountaineering pickaxe, was firmly bitten by the mouth of the insect, is from the tight, want to force it to throw off, suddenly there are three “痋 man” from the wall jumped down, follow the example of the previous was knocked out of the head of the one, directly to me to pounce over, two of which in mid-air will be Shirley Yang and fat man’s M1A1 to death, the rest of the one but grabbed and jumped to my back. The remaining one jumped onto my back.

Behind me there is still a headless insect corpse did not fall, now add a live one, the cane in my hand can no longer withstand, immediately broke open, almost at the same time, support my firepower, the second head of the insect also into pieces, but I lost the center of gravity, hanging behind me two headless insect corpses, in the air flipped backward and fell straight down.

In my ears, I only heard the sound of water rumbling, due to the weight of the upper body is too heavy, head-heavy light, so it is the head down to the deep pool straight down, I am in the air, what I see in my eyes is dark green, where can I still distinguish between south-east and north-west, there is only a circular light of the sky swaying around the perpendicular cliffs like the lower extension of the formation of the iron wall, at this moment, as if it is falling into a green funnel, the whole body is ice-cold, and it feels as if it is alone and falling into the Eighteen layers of the netherworld cave, infinitely distant from the earth.