Ancient Invasion [End Times]

The one hundred and fifth day after the invasion·【Third update】

All armed themselves.

The hand tools and weapons are also ready.

Just wait for the sky to go dark, and enter the forest when the miasma is at its thinnest.

Under normal circumstances, survival in the wild would not choose to travel at night, the danger of traveling at night is well known.

But right now, Duan Yi and the others don't have much choice.

They camped and rested in a place where miasma was visible. The surroundings were eerily quiet, and there seemed to be no sign of biological activity.

"I can't even hear the insects chirping." Lin Qian leaned over to Du Nanrong's side and muttered softly.

These few people were covered in mud all over their bodies, and they couldn't tell what they looked like, that is, they could tell who was who by looking at their body shapes.

"Du Nanrong" slowly turned his head to look at Lin Qian, and grinned his white teeth suddenly: "Are you scared?"

Lin Qian was startled by Du Gong's sudden dark and sneer, jumped away, and swears, "Who the hell are you!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately realized who it was.

Besides Zhang Jiuzhang, who else would talk like that?

Lin Qian's face was dark, and he heard Du Nanrong laugh heartlessly beside him.

Cheng Sheng looked at those people amusedly.

Looking at Duan Yi again, Duan Yi silently chopped off a few dead vines and tied them to dead branches.

"What are you going to do? Torches?" Cheng Sheng asked.

Duan Yi responded: "With the fire, the situation in the miasma will be much better."

Cheng Sheng nodded, three things are very important in the wild - water source, fire and a place where you can spend the night.

Among them, water is the foundation of their survival, and fire can greatly improve their safety factor and comfort.

Cheng Sheng raised his head and looked around. After looking around, he pointed to one of them and said, "Did you see the big tree over there? The leaves are split like feathers. It's a common palm plant."

"Palm plants are rich in vegetable oil. You can find some vegetable oil and rub it on the torch, which can greatly prolong the burning time of the torch." Cheng Sheng said.

Duan Yi nodded when he heard the words, and he and Cheng Sheng ran to the area where many palm plants grew.

The fruits of palm plants are mostly oily fruits, and the peel is rich in oil.

At a distance, Cheng Sheng roasted the palm nuts over the fire, and the oil melted and dripped onto the torch little by little.

Duan Yi prepared a total of more than ten torches, each of which was coated with a thick layer of palm oil.

He wrapped the torches with dead vines, tied them around his waist, and said to Cheng Sheng: "There are a total of twelve torches here. After entering, use two at a time, one at each end of the team, so as to ensure that the first Time will find out if anyone strays from the line."

Cheng Sheng nodded in response.

"After you go in, follow me closely."

"Yeah." Cheng Sheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed the tense facial muscles of Da Bing twice, "Relax, this time will definitely not be the same as last time."

Duan Yi glanced at him, and responded in a low voice. He grabbed Cheng Sheng's hand and said, "Knead any more, and you'll have to wipe mud again."

Cheng Sheng choked, and looked at Duan Yi again, his face was indeed pale and uneven.

"What kind of mud do you need? Isn't it that even the scales of the arapaima can't hurt you?" He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked.

Duan Yi: "..."

indeed.

Then why did he smear mud on his face?

Also missed the doctor's kiss.

The soldier was suddenly depressed.

Cheng Sheng laughed, and walked around the depressed Captain Duan: "You continue to be in a daze, I'm going back."

Duan Yi pursed his lips and followed quickly: "Wait for me."

By midnight.

Duan Yi woke up the group of people who were resting with their eyes closed, and whispered: "Get ready, we should go in."

Lin Qian, Xu Ying, and Zhang Jiuzhang got up quickly, sober as if they had never really fallen asleep.

Du Nanrong and Du Jingshu yawned twice in a row, shook their heads vigorously, slapped them twice, and then said: "Okay, we're okay too."

Luo Xiaonan hugged the plush toy that turned into a clay bear, tugged at the corner of Cheng Sheng's clothes and said softly, "Nan Nan is ready too."

Hearing this, Duan Yi looked at Cheng Sheng, the two looked at each other, nodded slightly and said, "Then we'll go in."

A group of people stood outside the miasma forest, in front of them was a cloud of smoke that looked like a heavy mist, but the color was not milky white or light gray like ordinary mist, but rather colorful, which made people feel strange.

This is because the miasma in the forest is mostly produced by the corpses of rotting animals and plants, and there are many swamps. The miasma produced by these rotting corpses ferments and spreads in the forest, changing colors.

On the contrary, there are also miasmas in the city, but most of the miasmas in the city are colorless and odorless, and the smell and color of these miasmas are closely related to the source of the miasma.

Now, Duan Yi and his party are about to enter it.

They stood on the periphery, unable to see clearly what was going on in the cloud of colorful smoke, which made people panic.

Duan Yi lit a torch and distributed one to Zhang Jiuzhang—after they entered the miasma, he walked at the head and Zhang Jiuzhang walked at the back.

"Come in." After he finished speaking, he stepped into the miasma first.

Cheng Sheng followed closely behind.

Then came Xu Ying and Lin Qian, then Luo Xiaonan, Du Jingshu and Du Nanrong, and the saxifrage shrank into a small one and jumped on Du Nanrong's shoulder.

After passing through the red and green barrier outside the miasma and entering the forest, the scene was different from what Lin Qian and the others had imagined.

In the miasma forest, it was similar to the outside world, with visibility within a range of about ten meters, which was much better than the worst plan made before.

The most different thing is their feet.

The very dense miasma settled down, almost reaching the height of the calf, and no one could see what they were stepping on—maybe it was dead leaves and dead vines, maybe it was carrion of animals, or piles of annelid invertebrates.

What you can't see is the most tormenting.

As soon as Du Jingshu stepped into it, he felt uncomfortable all over his body. It seemed that insects flew past his eyes, and it seemed that something flew to his arms and calves, and crawled up his limbs.

She kept patting herself, but it didn't hit anything.

Cheng Sheng called her to stop, and said in a low voice, "Be patient, the mud is dry on your body, if you keep beating it, it will probably knock off the mud covering your body, and the protective effect will be gone."

Du Jingshu stopped immediately when she heard the words. She gritted her teeth and nodded, and couldn't help asking: "Doctor... I always feel that there are insects crawling and walking."

She couldn't feel pain, which made her even more afraid that some insects might bite her and even get into her skin, but she didn't know it.

——As long as such thoughts come out, they will fill Du Jingshu's brain uncontrollably, and there is no way to stop them.

"Mud cover can effectively isolate most mosquito bites. Most of the touch you feel is a neurological disorder transmitted by the brain. We call it ant walking. It is related to your mental state, but the problem is not Big." Cheng Sheng said after hearing the words.

"Be patient." Du Nanrong said.

Du Jingshu nodded. She pursed her lips, held Luo Xiaonan with one hand, and followed Lin Qian, always looking at the faint fire in front of her.

The further they go in, the more different the touch under their feet will be.

When they first stepped on the verge of the miasma, there were mostly crisp sounds of dead leaves and branches being crushed under their feet, but now, they seemed to be stepping on a soft carpet, and every foot they stepped on seemed to be sinking.

They used the long sticks brought into the miasma to probe the surrounding ground, making sure that the ground was not subsidence or a swamp, and then they took a step forward.

As a result, their speed of travel was greatly slowed down.

While walking, Du Jingshu suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "What?!"

The team stopped abruptly, and Du Nanrong immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Holding the torch, Duan Yi took a few steps back, using the fire to blow away the miasma that settled under his feet.

I saw that there was rotten plant mud under their feet, and the color of the mud they had wiped on their legs before could not tell the difference.

Nothing but silt.

Du Jingshu's face was embarrassed, a little embarrassed, and a little confused, she said dully: "I'm sorry... Maybe it's my illusion..."

"It doesn't matter if you speak up at any time, even if it's an illusion." Duan Yi said.

Du Jingshu nodded.She did feel something brushing across her instep, which was sticky and cold, but the touch only stayed on the instep for less than a second, so fast that she thought it was an illusion, but it was extremely real.

Du Jingshu's face was not good-looking. In such an environment, she felt that she was about to be driven crazy by the fear she imagined.

She looked around, and under the cover of the shadowy miasma, those tall trees with clustered branches and intertwined roots were like monsters in the mist——

Quietly lurking around her, watching her, looking at her, waiting for an opportunity to attack her.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Have we already entered the miasma? After walking for so long, it seems like we haven't seen anything... Are there any living things in here?"

Cheng Sheng turned to look at her, and said, "There must be living creatures, but just like we are afraid of them, they will only hide in the dark to watch us."

Lin Qian was slightly relieved when he heard the words: "I really hope they will stay in this state forever. To be honest, as soon as I came in, I already felt that there were many eyes on us, just like that night."

The night he was talking about was the night when he was besieged by frogs.

As soon as Lin Qian said this, Du Jingshu's face immediately turned ugly, and she asked in a low voice, "So many?!"

Lin Qian paused, and looked at Xu Ying for help.

Xu Ying said: "Not necessarily, even if we have received professional training, we will rarely enter such an environment. Psychological pressure will greatly affect our judgment."

"That's right, don't listen to me, I just said it casually." Lin Qian said, he laughed dryly, looked around subconsciously after speaking, and muttered in a low voice, "Who knows how many pairs of secretly observing eyes... ..."

Du Jingshu quickened his pace and walked a few steps closer to Xu Ying and Cheng Sheng.

Cheng Sheng said, "Although they have not shown any intention of attacking at present, it is clear that we have stepped into the territory of these creatures living in the miasma."

"They are just judging whether we have the ability to attack, and once they think they can attack, we will be their prey target."

Zhang Jiuzhang said in a deep voice: "This is really not a pleasant conclusion."

Cheng Sheng continued walking behind Duan Yi, and said, "Inside? I'm afraid you won't be able to draw any happy conclusions."

As he spoke, he saw Duan Yi's flame flashing past, and suddenly a group of birds were startled, accompanied by the sound of something falling down.

Suddenly there was a crisp "click" sound under Luo Xiaonan's feet, and the little guy froze in place suddenly, not daring to move anymore, he called out to the doctor with a trembling voice: "Doctor...brother...I seem to be stepping on something... "

Duan Yi leaned over to check.

A bird egg the size of a quail egg covered with red spots was crushed by Luo Xiaonan, and the yolk and egg white stuck to Luo Xiaonan's upper and sole.

He looked at the strange broken shell of the bird's egg, and some scattered fragments flashed in his mind suddenly.

In those scattered fragments, he saw a pair of empty, eyeless pupils, blood flowing.

The screams of pain, the uneasy but trusting voice of "Duan Duan"... sounded like it was close to Duan Yi's ear.

"Duan Yi?" Cheng Sheng frowned, and pulled back Duan Yi's distraction, "What's wrong?"

"This egg..." Duan Yi frowned, as if distinguishing the memory fragments and those unreal sounds that kept flashing back in his mind.

With an ugly face, he gritted his teeth and said, "...find something to cover its smell, hurry up!"