Volume 8 Chapter 37 Peeping

There was no light source near me, and the space inside the branches was a closed space, a dead angle. It was difficult to see clearly in this light, and I stared at the bloodshot eyes, only feeling my throat tighten. For a moment, I forgot to react and stared straight at him.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, I realized that something was wrong. The bloodshot eyes were not just bloodshot, they were actually dyed red with blood. The blood was even oozing out of the eye sockets, and the eyes were not blinking at all, as if they had been frozen.

A living person can stop moving, but they can’t help but blink. This is common knowledge, and I immediately became suspicious.

I felt around my body and found a few firecrackers. I unscrewed the waterproof reed stalk and carefully inserted it into the hole.

As I approached the hole, the situation inside was revealed. I was shocked and my whole body went numb.

What came into my eyes was a hideous face, already a little swollen. It wasn’t even a face, because his chin was gone, and the lower half of his face was torn away by something. The flesh was bloody, and the entire tongue was hanging out. Without the connection of the chin, the tongue came directly out of the throat, making it look incredibly long, like a rotten snake.

This is a dead person. I felt like throwing up at once, but I managed to hold it back. I felt a chill down my spine.

Judging from his hairstyle and equipment, he was obviously one of Uncle San’s men. He had died not long ago and had been washed in by the water and stuck in the pile of branches. But if this was a dead person, then who had just called me?

I immediately looked at the corpse again. At this time, the fire had burned out, and the hideous face disappeared into the darkness again. I could only see the bloodshot eyes glaring at me spitefully.

Goosebumps rose all over my body. I looked around. It was a dark underground pool, and there was no sign of anyone else around. Moreover, I had not heard anyone moving.

Cold sweat was dripping down my back, my neck was a little stiff, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. Something weird had definitely happened here, and I couldn’t stay here any longer. I had to get the fat guy out of there immediately, no matter what.

I took a deep breath and climbed back down, untied the remaining strong vines from my waist, put them around my waist, leaned over, and grabbed the fat guy’s hand and pulled him up.

The fat man was too heavy, and his clothes were soaked, making him feel like a lead block. I could only use one foot to pull, and after a few tugs, I almost couldn’t move at all. I almost slipped down myself.

I immediately knew that there was no way to pull him out by hand. I looked around and saw that the fat man was still wearing the simple drag frame I had made. I tied the vines of the drag frame to the vines on my body, used a wooden stick to make a loop and put it under the armpit of the fat man, and then made something like a stretcher handle across his armpit. The other end was propped on the ground, and I used my own weight and strength to pull him up like a Yellow River punter.

This is the triangular mechanics in architecture. At the time, the teacher taught us how to use a stick and a rope to do traction with our own weight. There are also such courses in civil engineering.

With the help of my weight, I grabbed the vines and ran into the well one by one. The fat man in the water lifted me up little by little, and finally lifted me out of the water. But at this time, the vines around my waist almost buckled me into a nunchaku.

I found a relatively thick gap in the rock, stuck my spare wooden stick in it, put the vine around my waist, fixed the fat man, then climbed back into the water, lifted the fat man’s feet, dragged him to safety, then untied the vine from his body, and saw that there was no abnormality in the pile of branches.

I had no professional training, and I only remembered what I had seen in the TV series. I only remembered that if the heart stops beating, the maximum time is 8 minutes, and the possibility of survival within 8 minutes is very high. Now the fat man still has a weak pulse and a weak breath. This should be a symptom of poisoning. I don’t know if CPR is useful.

I didn’t know if I was doing it right, so I just had to keep going. After pressing for less than two or three minutes, suddenly the fat man coughed, his whole body twitched, and he vomited a ball of yellow water. Then he took a deep breath and his chest began to rise and fall. But after only two breaths, he rolled his eyes again and his breathing became weak again.

I looked at the blood hole on his neck. Obviously, this poisonous snake is really powerful. This bite is precise in terms of volume. The fat man is like a disabled person who will not die. As long as the poison in his body is not removed, it is useless to save the fat man. I took off my clothes, scooped up some water from the pool, used my dagger to cut open his wound, washed out the black blood, and then continued to press on his chest to keep him going while I thought about what to do.

After pressing twice, I suddenly heard a sinister voice behind me, also from within the pile of branches.

In a panic, I didn’t hear what it was saying clearly, but it sounded familiar, and it scared me stiff. I turned my head back sharply and shone the flashlight at the hole I had dug in the pile of branches.

I could vaguely see the bloodshot eyes of the corpse staring at me blankly, cold and clammy, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. What made my scalp tingle was that I saw the corpse’s tongue moving.