Although Zhao Erhu claimed that he was not afraid of this jungle, he still let the poor guy take the lead!
The young man was obviously extremely afraid of death and did not dare to openly disobey Zhao Erhu's orders. He could only move forward with his head shrunk and his whole body trembling.
Zhao Erhu thought he was too harsh, so he whipped him again, knocking him to the ground.
"Why are you pretending? Why don't you get up quickly?" Zhao Erhu raised his whip and started to attack again.
The poor creature sat on the ground, blowing into the wound, and bursting into tears.
That look was really tragic no matter how you looked at it. This time I couldn't help it anymore. I stepped forward to stop him first. Yin Ling'er also yelled: "Are you a violent maniac? You will beat people and animals every now and then." You’re not bullied like that, are you?”
Zhao Erhu sneered, we are not afraid at all!
The poor guy struggled to get up, fearing that he would be beaten more severely later.
Zheng Sanpao acted as peacemaker in the middle and helped the poor guy get up before everyone continued on their way.
I asked Zheng Sanpao about the origin of this poor guy. Zheng Sanpao's eyes were evasive and he said he was a helpless young man he rescued on the road, so he took him with him.
I don't even believe this nonsense.
Yin Ling'er walked up to the poor guy in small steps and asked him in a low voice which village he came from and how he came here. She also hinted that he could be a little tougher. There were three of us and we were not afraid of Zhao Erhu and the others at all.
But the poor guy seemed to have heard something terrible. He was so frightened that he kept waving his hands, hoping that we wouldn't mess around.
I am really sad for his misfortune and angry for his inability to fight.
He didn't dare to say anything bad about Zhao Erhu, nor did he dare to refute Zheng Sanpao's words. He only said that he was from the Yi people in the mountains of Xichuan, and we could call him: Ashui.
Ah Shui was probably a marginalized figure in their village. Such a big man was lost and no one has come to find him until now. Zhao Erhu must have noticed this and dared to bully him like this.
Although Ah Shui is weak, he has a good heart and repeatedly told us that there is really a miasma here and we must be careful later!
"You're talking nonsense again!" Zhao Erhu sneered and warned us not to listen to Ah Shui. If there was a miasma, it would have appeared long ago.
This forest has lush branches and leaves, and little sunlight can penetrate. There are mottled shadows everywhere on the ground. Although the walk is not smooth, it is indeed peaceful all the way.
However, at this moment, Zhao Erhu suddenly stepped on something, and with a crisp 'creak' sound, Zheng Sanpao shouted: "Bones, second brother, what you are stepping on are dead bones!"
Zhao Erhu kicked away the fallen leaves under his feet, and a calf bone was faintly exposed inside.
Lao Jiang stepped forward quickly and after cleaning up, a complete skeleton was immediately exposed. Especially the white skull looks particularly scary, with two huge eye holes staring at us, as if to say, next, next is you!
"Could this be the foreigner who died in the miasma?"
My words caused Zheng Sanpao to panic, but Zhao Erhu regained his composure after a brief moment of nervousness: "Why panic? There are so many local masters coming and going. If we can't protect them all, they will get lost or kill each other. We have a map. What are we afraid of?" ?”
After saying that, Zhao Erhu took a few steps forward.
I saw Lao Jiang still squatting on the ground and checking the bones, so I quickly asked him if he had found anything. Lao Jiang shook his head: "It seems that he was indeed trapped to death. I didn't find any traces of poisoning or trauma on his joints."
Hearing his words, my heart relaxed a little.
But I don’t know why, but there is always an uneasy feeling deep inside!
"Where are the clothes on him?" I finally realized something was wrong. Even if the deceased's skin and flesh rotted, the clothes and some metal objects couldn't be completely rotten and disappear, right?
Lao Jiang's expression became extremely nervous. At this moment, Zheng Sanpao suddenly shouted: "It's foggy, it's foggy!"
Looking in the direction of his finger, a group of blue smoke was drifting over little by little. Old Jiang stood up suddenly: "This is not fog, it is clearly miasma!"
Zhao Erhu still wanted to be tough, saying that miasma was not a big deal and that miasma often existed in deep mountains and forests.
Lao Jiang said: "Did you see it? It's a blue miasma. It's poisonous! It can breed many diseases, such as malaria, jaundice, etc. There is a folk saying in Yunnan, 'Ten people go to Mengla, and nine people can't return home.'" "If you want to go to Chefunan, buy coffin boards; if you want to go to Bodhisattva Dam, you must marry your wife first. That is to say, nine out of ten people will die due to the miasma there."
This sentence made our hearts twitch. Zhao Erhu still refused to give up and said how could the miasma be tolerated here. After saying this, he looked at Ah Shui and hinted that it was him.
Ah Shui was with us just now. Apart from being a minority, this person doesn't know any magic at all. How could he be so capable?
Moreover, he did not support our entry into a ‘foreign land’ from the very beginning.
Lao Jiang explained: "I have made special observations since I came in. This place is full of broad-leaved forests, with fallen leaves stacked on top of each other, and the sun cannot penetrate, forming a unique humid and decaying environment. When the corpses of leaves, animals, and insects After decay, a lot of toxic gases were produced! These gases could not be dissipated and were deposited in the forest, forming a miasma over time. "
"Then let's take a detour." Zheng Sanpao was timid and immediately pulled Zhao Erhu to change the route.
Lao Jiang's next words made all of us present feel heartbroken: "No, I can't go back!"
We saw a veil-like miasma gradually gathering in the direction we came from, and the miasma completely blocked our retreat.
Zheng Sanpao panicked at that time, and the fat on his face trembled: "What, what should I do? I haven't married my little wife yet."
However, Zhao Erhu was very calm and shouted angrily: "Why are you panicking!"
Then he looked at Lao Jiang and said, "Brother is a capable man. Since you know this is a miasma, you must have a way to break it, right?"
"Those who take this road should naturally be cautious." Old Jiang proudly asked me to take out the gas mask from my backpack.
I looked at him in shock: "You didn't let me take it with you before we left."
Lao Jiang's face changed slightly, and he quickly searched his backpack, but found nothing. As expected, without He Lanxue, we couldn't count on him.
With my previous experience, I remembered to remind him to bring money, but who knew to bring a gas mask? I was really hurt by this forgetful master!
Yin Ling'er and I both stared at Lao Jiang with resentful looks on our faces. Although Yin Ling'er was not afraid of poison, we could not guarantee that he would develop malaria.
"Don't worry, there is one last way. You are still children, right? Pull a piece of cloth from your body, sprinkle some boy urine and cover your mouth and nose. You can resist it for a while."
I have to say that Lao Jiang’s method is a bit heavy-handed, but in order to survive, we don’t care so much.
Lao Jiang and I hurried to the side to release the water, while Zhao Erhu and Zheng Sanpao ordered Ah Shui to urinate more. They planned to borrow Ah Shui's urine.
Yin Ling'er blushed and shouted, "Let's go further, further away."
When Lao Jiang and I came back, we found Yin Ling'er still standing there with her face covered, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you pee?"
"I, I can't pee." Yin Ling'er's face was as red as a big apple.
