Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 232 Dying
The petals are not as soft as I imagined, but a little cold and hard. It feels like a fake flower, but I know in my heart that this is a real flower because of the restless vitality.

"Why are there flowers in the cemetery?" I touched the petals and whispered to myself.

Flowers need sunlight, and the tomb room does not meet the conditions at all. How can this flower grow so delicate?

Touching and touching, I became addicted, because this flower is different from other varieties, and it seems to be humane. With my stroking, its flower disc moved, and then it made a slight friction sound, as if responding I.

This should have made me vigilant, but I fell into it unknowingly. I didn't realize the danger until a stream of blood suddenly emerged from my finger, and its huge flower disc quickly closed.However, it was too late, it closed almost in the blink of an eye, and my palm and the whole forearm were sunk in...

I can feel the blood loss, and the speed is extremely fast. With the irrigation of my blood, the flower becomes more and more beautiful, and my scalp is numb: it turns out that the red color of this flower is watered by human blood!In other words, this seemingly delicate and even human-like flower turned out to be a cannibal flower!

"help me!"

In an emergency, I yelled, and at the same time quickly drew out the dagger to cut the flower plate.

But the seemingly delicate flower seems to be invulnerable, the dagger cuts on it, leaving only shallow marks, but it does not prevent it from sucking my blood at all.

The blood was draining rapidly, and my whole body became weak. I tried the dagger on the flower disc, stems, leaves, and roots, but I couldn't shake it at all.

I stared at my right forearm with red eyes, hesitated for almost a minute before making up my mind - breaking it would give me a chance!
But the only sharp weapon on my body is a dagger, which is not enough to cut off the forearm at once. If I cut it forcibly, firstly, I am not sure if I can bear it, and secondly, I am not sure whether the blood has already been cut off before the cutting. streamer...

For a while, I was caught in a dilemma. If I didn't cut it, I would definitely die, but if I cut it, I might not have a way out.

My eyes had already started to turn black, and I knew that I would lose consciousness after a while, not to mention cutting off my arm, I was afraid that it would be troublesome to even breathe, so I quickly made a decision, even if I cut off my arm, I would die, so it was an opportunity!
Just do what I said, I held the dagger in the air on the forearm, closed my eyes and quickly slashed at the arm.

stab...

The sound of the sharp weapon tearing through the flesh and blood made me tremble all over, and the pain was hitting my internal organs, so I didn't have the courage to make a second cut.

Because of the wound I made, the blood flow is faster, I only feel that half of the blood in my body has gone, and the feeling of being sucked by blood silkworms came again.

Am I really going to die?
What is the situation with other people now, have they encountered the same thing as me?
When the second knife fell, I was so painful that I could hardly straighten my waist. Only then did I belatedly realize that the dagger could not cut through the bones...

The dagger fell to the ground, and I half-knelt down a little dejectedly, preparing to wait for death quietly, but when I knelt down, I suddenly found something was wrong, the root of this piranha was a little unstable.

It was still fine when I cut it with a dagger just now, so I thought it was invulnerable, but now its roots are shaking a little, and with the blood intake, the frequency of shaking is getting lower and lower.

It is absorbing nutrients, and it is very urgent!

My eyes lit up, and all my strength seemed to come back. I picked up the dagger on the ground, threw the pain on my arm aside, and slashed at the root of the piranha.

If you don't do it once, you can do it ten times, and if you don't do it ten times, you can do it a hundred times!

Every time I cut at the same place, the cold sweat on my forehead dripped into my eye sockets, and my irritated eyes almost shed tears.But I didn't care about wiping it, and persisted in wielding the knife one knife after another, until I was exhausted, and even my arms turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

At the same time as I stopped, the piranha fell down with a bang, and the tightly closed flower disc was released, revealing my pale palms and forearms without a trace of blood, which looked extremely white and terrifying.

And the place where I cut it twice was also dripping with blood, and the flesh looked a little disgusting when it was turned outside.

But it was too late for me to read these. After confirming that the flower had fallen, I also fell down with a bang, and fell into a deep coma, and my brain froze.

I had a dream. In the dream, my father brought the fourth girl back. The difference from the reality is that the fourth girl in the dream did not have time. The scales on my arms had completely spread to my body, and there was no way to recover... …

My father tried to hold back the tears with red eyes, but he couldn't hold back the tears, which fell on me with a slap, burning my heart.

I wanted to comfort my father, but felt wrong, could I feel the burning in my dream?
With this discovery, my consciousness gradually returned. I only felt that there were water droplets hitting my face, and the water droplets were hot.

Soon I realized belatedly that it wasn't water, but tears.

Someone is crying?

Why, is it for me?

I tried hard to open my eyes, but I just felt like a shot put was hanging on my eyelids, and I couldn't open them at all.

"He just blinked!" The bluffing voice sounds like a child, but his voice is nasal, obviously crying.

Followed by Lao Yan's weak words: "Are you sure? Why didn't I see it."

What's up with him?Are you attacked by piranhas like me?
Yazai's confirmation probably hasn't come out, but Lao Yan blocked him back, saying that his sunglasses are almost as dark as the night, what can he see clearly?
"But just now Chang'an really moved." Yazai said excitedly: "Chang'an, Chang'an, can you hear it? If you can hear it, respond, blink your eyes, or move your fingers."

I tried my best to close my eyes, and then I felt his excited and lost voice: "Really, it's true, he really moved."

"Okay, don't make trouble, let Chang'an take a good rest, since you're moving, you'll be fine." Lao Yan let out a long breath, from which I could tell that he didn't seem to have much energy. After the sentence, he stopped talking, and he should have gone to rest.

The only one who is not quiet is Yazai, he keeps chattering in my ear, and what he said is useless, such as what musical instrument he found in the concert hall, such as what a bastard Zeng Houyi is, anyway, as long as all the bits and pieces can be spoken He told me all about it, and he wanted to tell me how much dust there is in this tomb.

"Don't, don't make noise!" I was very tired and just wanted to have a good night's sleep. I was so noisy by him, my anger rose, and after I roared, I realized that my voice was like a mosquito humming.

And when I said this sentence, my eyes opened, and then I realized that my words attracted everyone's attention.They were all around me, their eyes were red, and Lao Yan was holding my hand, sobbing and unable to speak. This appearance reminded me of when the medicine jar was leaving.

"Did I almost die just now?" I asked.

(End of this chapter)