Lin Feng directly lifted himself up to a place of about ten meters. Because the top was blocked by the huge crown of the banyan tree, he could only put himself on a wider trunk, then collected the water into the space and began to climb up. After climbing a few meters, he saw a plane wreckage. Lin Feng carefully cleaned up the debris on the plane wreckage.
The unknown color of the fuselage was covered with green vines, and countless moss made its home here. The occasionally exposed fuselage was already rusty. Lin Feng was afraid of Shirley Yang and the others. I was getting impatient, so I shouted to the bottom,
"There is a plane wreckage up there. I'm going to go in and see what's inside."
Without waiting for their reply, Lin Feng cut off the vines at the hole in the fuselage and carefully got in. Just after taking two steps, a very clear sound of "Dang Dang Dang..." came from not far ahead. , Lin Feng was not afraid. After all, he knew what was causing trouble, so he walked lightly towards the swinging helmet over there. The eagle owl was indeed a shrewd hunter. As soon as Lin Feng approached, it immediately raised its head. Come, the spotlight on Lin Feng's head shines on his huge eyes, making his eyes particularly bright.
Seeing the opportunity, Lin Feng rounded up the engineer's shovel and smashed it down on the Eagle Owl's head. It seemed to have sensed Lin Feng's murderous intention, so it pecked at Lin Feng with the pilot's helmet on its head, but it underestimated Lin Feng's head. With the power of Feng, the speed of the engineer shovel he swung did not slow down. Lin Feng leaned back and avoided its peck. The engineer shovel directly hit the helmet. Lin Feng did not hold back at this time and directly smashed the helmet and the helmet. The Eagle Owl's head was smashed together.
Looking at the body of the eagle owl, Lin Feng endured nausea and put it into the space, and then began to look at the things in the cabin. Through a large hole, he could see some weapons and ammunition there, but his body was relatively It was relatively strong and couldn't get through, so I backed out of the hole, then found a place to stand firm on the trunk of the banyan tree. I waved my hand and tried to collect the wreckage of the plane into the space, but I failed twice.
After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this thing was entangled with countless vines, and it was estimated that they would all have to be cut off before it could be stored in the space. However, it was no small project. He decisively gave up the idea and turned to Shirley Yang below. ,
"Shirley, I ask you to come up. There are some weapons in the wreckage of the plane. They should still be usable, but there is a hole that is too small. I can't get in, so you have to come."
"Okay!" Shirley agreed.
So Lin Feng directly released the water and lifted Shirley up from below.
"How does it feel to ride up on the water column?" Lin Feng asked coquettishly.
“I’m a little unsure, but it’s really convenient and quick.”
Then Lin Feng took Shirley into the cabin, directed her to get into the place where the weapons were stored, and then asked her to hand all the weapons to him little by little and put them into the space.
"It's gone. The others have been scrapped. This plane should be the transport plane that the United States came to assist. These weapons are all old-fashioned weapons at that time, such as Thompson submachine guns." Shirley Yang said after coming out.
"Well, but the pilot's body was not found here. He may have died somewhere else."
After searching for the loot, Lin Feng controlled the water flow to send himself and Shirley down together.
"How's it going? What's the harvest?" Hu Ba asked impatiently as soon as he saw the two people coming down.
"That's it!" Lin Feng said and handed a Thompson submachine gun to Hu Bayi.
"Oh, the Chicago typewriter, it's a good weapon, but we have the little devil's 100-type submachine gun, which is the icing on the cake, but the more of this kind of thing is better for us." Hu Bayi fiddled with the Thompson submachine gun in his hand Road, the Chicago Typewriter is another name for the Thompson submachine gun.
"There aren't many left. There are only a few that are not damaged. After all, it has been here for more than 40 years, so not many can be preserved well."
The fat man also took the gun from Hu Bayi and played with it for a while and said to Lin Feng,
"Madman, this is the war you are talking about. There was no war, and the gun didn't even fire."
"Of course this is not a war. The real enemy has not come out yet, but from now on we can't sleep. It will be dawn in a while. We will start work at dawn." Lin Feng said mysteriously.
"What enemy? Where is it?" Fatty asked.
"Far away in the horizon, yet close in front of you." Lin Feng pointed to the two intertwined banyan trees next to him.
"What's wrong, these two trees are the ghosts of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? What kind of enemies are these two trees?" The fat man was speechless.
Lin Feng took out some firewood from the space and added it to the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously. Then he motioned for everyone to sit around the fire, took out four Peking ducks, and then handed each person one on a stick. Soon, the four of them began to sit around the fire, roasting duck and continuing the topic.
"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are little brats at best, not worthy of being our enemies, but this tree is not simple. It is a tree that is between plants and animals cultivated by Xian Wang Lao'er. It's a bit like a pitcher plant or a flytrap, but it's much scarier than them. It will directly capture large animals and then suck them into mummies to feed the things inside."
Lin Feng became more and more mysterious as he talked. The fat man was impatient and asked quickly,
"what?"
"I don't know either. We'll find out when it gets daybreak and we split the tree." Lin Feng suddenly stopped talking, making the three fat men a little itchy.
"I'm talking about crazy people, you're not talking nonsense, are you? You just finish telling the story. What do you mean by telling us half of it to whet our appetite?"
"I can't tell clearly now. You'll know for yourself when the time comes." Lin Feng said, tearing off a leg from the already roasted duck, putting it in his mouth and slurping it.
The fat man could only eat the roast duck in frustration. The four of them sat in front of the fire and started a new round of chatting. After chatting for a long time, they finally felt that it was boring, so they dozed off again.
"Hey, wake up, don't sleep. If you are pulled away by this tree later, don't blame me for not reminding you." Lin Feng hurriedly woke them up.
Just when he was about to reprimand them, by the light of the fire, he saw several red flesh lines behind Shirley Yang heading towards her back. Lin Feng immediately jumped up and took out the machete in the space. , and it was a knife directed at the red tentacle-like thin line. The severed flesh thread fell to the ground, and a few drops of black-red blood fell on the broken part of the flesh thread, which immediately healed, and more red flesh threads came towards them.
"Go back, go back, pick up the torch and block it." Lin Feng pulled Shirley Yang over and shouted as he backed away.
Fatty and Hu Bayi quickly followed Lin Feng's instructions and picked up the burning sticks in the fire to block the flesh lines. Lin Feng took this opportunity to take out the propane injector from the space, lit it and pointed it directly at the red flesh lines. After spraying it, modern technology is so powerful. The huge pillar of fire combined with the blazing high temperature directly evaporated some of the flesh lines in front, and the others also retracted into the trunk of the banyan tree.
After struggling for a while, the sky began to get brighter and it was not as dark as just now. Several people also relaxed a little.
"This thing really turned into a monster. It can actually grow animal-like tentacles." The fat man muttered.
"What tentacles? If that thing gets into your seven orifices, you will be sucked in and fucked in a short time."
