Chapter 397 Sour!
After the statue scattered into moths, the overwhelming moths slowly approached everyone.
“Fuck”
“There are too many of these bastards! The few guns we have are useless!”
The fat man’s face immediately changed. It's dark.
After all, Hu Ming said, this thing is poisonous and cannot be touched!
And use a gun? Haha, stop making trouble!
They only have a few people, and they can count the number of moths. I don’t know, a few guns are useless!
At this level, it’s almost as good as a cannon to kill mosquitoes, so it’s useless.
However, as the moths slowly approached the crowd, they suddenly heard their movements.
It's Hu Ming!
Hu Ming's precious blood is very effective in repelling insects. Even without bleeding, the breath around him is enough to drive away these little things!
In an instant, with Hu Ming as the center, In the hemispherical space with a radius of two meters, not a single moth dared to take a step beyond the limit!
Even at a farther range, the moths showed an atmosphere of panic, scurrying back and forth in a panic. .
Even at this moment, Hu Ming took the initiative to use Bajiquan skills to speed up the blood flow and maximize the breath of precious blood through the skin.
Wow~~!!!
The next moment, the moths could no longer resist the aura that was even more terrifying than their natural enemies, and suddenly dispersed and dispersed.
But in just a few breaths, he disappeared into the dense forest without a trace.
No way, people with tattoos are so stupid these days!
You don’t have a great tattoo and you still come out to be a jerk!
Shame on you, take off your skirt!
Wu Sansheng, Wu Xie... felt offended!!!
It was only now that everyone recalled the mysterious powers of Hu Ming's precious blood!< br>
Made, I’m so sore!
For a moment, everyone looked at Hu Ming with envy.
Coach, I want to learn this too!
This is simply a magical skill of fighting upside down to the grave!
What a pity, this means Hu Ming refused to let blood, otherwise, he would have ten bottles left on his body How good are eight bottles for emergencies!?
What a pity, Hu Ming refused to let blood no matter what. Didn’t he know that modern medical research shows that bloodletting is good for health!
We are doing this for his health!
After all, Hu Ming is not young, and health is the most important thing!
“Nuo, your gun will be returned to you.”
“I have to say, this pistol It's well maintained and very useful."
Throwing the pistol back to Aning, Hu Ming complimented casually.
“Oh my god! Hu Ming, you don’t have any common sense!? Is this how you throw a gun with the safety on?”
"What if the fire accidentally goes off? It's very dangerous! I don't want to die in such a funny way!"
A Ning twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly caught the pistol, turned off the safety, and then breathed a sigh of relief. .
Hu Ming is a thief. When he throws the pistol, the muzzle of the gun is always pointed at Aning
Extremely unscrupulous!
“You have to learn to believe Your gun is not a dead thing, it is also alive.”
"As long as the owner trusts it enough and treats it like a parent, it will never betray you!"
"By the way, this is advice from a marksman master."
Hu Ming was serious about talking nonsense.
Does it really make sense?
“Really?”
Aning blinked and asked blankly.
This was the first time she had heard of this theory. However, Hu Ming's marksmanship was so good that it was difficult to find a match.
She knows this.
Or is Hu Ming right?
Aning stroked the pistol in his hand, feeling slightly moved. "It's fake. I'm just kidding. Firearms are machines and cold steel. Is steel alive? Can it become a spirit?"
Hu Ming smiled slightly, and the look in his eyes at Aning changed. He looked at a fool.
Does anyone still believe this kind of deception?
Hu Ming! Your uncle!
A Ning’s face darkened, she was really angry, but she still had to keep smiling. .
"I'm sorry, I don't have an uncle. Even if you miss me, I can't help you. How about I introduce you to an uncle some other time?"
"By the way, you like the type of uncle I have. ?Say whatever you want, I don’t mind if you are too busy.”
Hu Ming still smiled.
When it comes to bickering, it’s not Hu Ming’s fault. None of these people in the early 21st century can fight, they are all younger brothers!
“No, thank you! Thank you to the whole family !”
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The royal city, the ruins of the temple, is not far in front of the slope.
The road ahead is covered with dense vines, with scattered ruins interspersed in the gaps.
As we get closer to the ruins of the royal city, there are gradually more things in the gaps in the vines.
That's a snake shed.
When we arrived at the ruins of the royal city, the number of snake sloughs in front of us was even more astonishing.
As far as the eye can see, there is a thick layer of gray-white snake slough accumulated on all the ground.
“Holy shit, the scale of the ruins here is huge. How many snakes need to survive here, and how long did it take to shed their skins to this scale?”
Looking at the ruins of the ruined royal city. Looking around roughly, Wu Xie exclaimed.
“Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, or millions of snakes have thrived here for about five thousand years.”
"It is worth mentioning that snakes are the most sacred thing in the Motherland of the Western Queen. There are no natural enemies of cockscomb snakes here. In the deeper areas, the scale of snake shedding is far greater than you think!", explained casually. After saying this, Hu Ming led everyone towards the center of the royal city ruins.
"Follow me, it's getting late today, and coincidentally, I know a relatively clean place where there are no such disgusting snake sloughs."
The core location is still far away from here Some distance away.
Deeping deeper into the ruins of the royal city, the unique fishy smell of snakes became stronger and stronger. It was simply nauseating and made my stomach churn.
But the good thing is that after crossing this area, the air suddenly became fresher.
Compared with the smell of snakes, the humid air with the smell of swamp smells much better.
After another four or five hours of walking, the terrain has become increasingly sinking, and the water in the nearby swamp has become turbulent.
The sound of the rapids of the waterfall can be heard everywhere.
(End of this chapter)