This Antarctic louse absorbs water, swells and condenses together like a silver dancing white snake. If the wall is compared to the ground, it is simply flying close to the ground.
Long Wu had cut off once before with a knife, but this kind of thing was not affected at all, but this time Long Wu still took action. He opened his arm and held the knife in one hand. The tip of the black gold mountain blade cut into one side of the wall. On the way, he rushed forward to face the menacing uninvited guest.
At first, Long Wu just walked forward slowly. As the distance between the two quickly shortened, he turned to a trot. The black gold mountain blade scratched on the wall and sparks flew everywhere. It was like a meteor knife facing him head-on. Get these densely packed Antarctic lice.
When they meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. It is obvious from Long Wu's back that he is not afraid at all.
The silver-dancing white snake that was attacking rapidly was disturbed by Long Wu's momentum. At the moment when it was about to collide with the blade, the white snake split into two small snakes and continued to rush towards the gate of the chess game without slowing down.
They crawled to the low part of the wall and spread out, like a rice bag with a big hole, and the white particles inside scattered in all directions in an orderly manner, but in the end they all entered the secret room of the chess game.
I stopped the fat man who wanted to shoot, and immediately followed him quietly. Only then did we discover the last trajectory of the insect.
At this time, there was no need to worry about the green starlight above the secret room. If the dragon-horned red-tailed moth above went crazy, just run away. Anyway, we had to break through this level.
I just want to figure out the origin of these Antarctic lice. If these things are the food of the red-tailed moth, maybe I really have another way.
I used a strong flashlight to follow the lagging Antarctic lice bit by bit and swept upward, just like when I was a child, I used a flashlight to shine on the cicadas under the trees.
When I entered the secret room of the chess game just now, the faster I entered, the faster I exited. He only noticed the green starlight in the sky above, but couldn't see the rest clearly.
At this time, with the illumination of a strong flashlight, I discovered that in the corner of the entrance to the secret room of the chess game, when I looked straight up, a dense tree trunk appeared. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was the branches of a big tree. This made me wonder. I recalled the towering tree growing in the mountain in Zhelong Valley.
Could it be that the roots of the giant tree lead directly to here? And this is only the location of the side branches, the rhizome will be deeper.
I was busy trying to calm myself down, but when I looked carefully, I found that these thick branches had been petrified, thus maintaining their original shape in the dark environment.
Those densely packed Antarctic lice climbed up the branches, and there were many retired insect shells on the branches along the way, some of which were large and some small, basically following an upward trend from bottom to top.
Just looking at it like this, I happened to glance at an 'Antarctic louse' that had expanded to its limit and was shedding its shell!
I held my breath and looked at the distance of three or four meters away from me. The color of the white, transparent and round insect body began to deepen little by little. I witnessed the whole process of its deformation and emergence from the transparent shell, and it turned into a A dragon-horned red-tailed moth!
All three of them exclaimed!
It turns out that these are the larvae of the red-tailed moth!
They are actually similar to cicadas. They all have one form as larvae and one form as adults.
The fat man watching from the side was also frightened, and couldn't help muttering: "Fuck him, we all guessed wrong, what kind of lice are these!"
No one expected that the larvae of the red tail moth would look like this.
Preconceptions are mistakes that people often make unknowingly. Otherwise, old hunters will be killed by their prey in the end. The more experience they have, it will become a burden to a certain extent, and many thoughts will become inertial thinking.
At first, I thought that these dragon-horned red-tailed moths were unable to escape from the cocooning process. Most of the flying moths crawled when they were larvae, just like maggots with legs.
Or it can be said that it looks like a shaved caterpillar. Finally, the reptile wraps itself in a cocoon and then breaks out into a moth.
So I can't compare its growth process to that of a cicada anyway.
But the facts are before us, and people have no choice but to believe it.
From bottom to top, the closer location is unobstructed. In the blink of an eye, I discovered that several others were also slowly shedding their shells!
The adult dragon-horned red-tailed moth lies on all fours, with earth-colored wings and matching black eyes. Its belly is as red as flames, and its tail is connected to two hard poisonous organs like dragon horns, which are covered with blue hairs. The venom secreted by the poisonous organs can easily stick to the hairs, and those who touch it will be instantly poisoned. Strange poison, life is worse than death!
As for those newly "born" dragon-horned red-tailed moths, they look extremely soft and tender, and their tail organs have not yet glowed, giving people the illusion that they only have "shape" and do not yet pose a threat.
In fact, molting organisms are the most vulnerable during the period when they first shed their shells. Take crabs as an example. Under normal conditions, crabs have a hard body and two sharp claws, making them natural enemies of small organisms in the water.
But every crab must go through the process of molting during its growth. The genes of this crustacean are locked in this way. Growth depends entirely on the process of molting. Each time it molts, its body will grow in size. .
Don't look at ordinary crabs holding up two large claws to slaughter small fish and shrimps in the stream, but after they have just shed their shells, they are as soft as a bean bag, more like a ripe persimmon that is about to be released.
Even the hardest crab claws will become as soft as tofu. At this time, let alone stepping on it, even if you press it with your fingers, you can press it down with a little force to create a big pit.
I estimate that this process may be the most vulnerable time for the dragon-horned red-tailed moth, but unfortunately there are too many small and large white bug balls densely packed on the tree branches. Unless some god takes out an infinite fuel flamethrower at this moment, we will never dare to alert the enemy.
In the past few minutes, it seemed that the origin of these bugs had been clarified, but then came several other puzzles that were difficult to answer.
One: Why do these larvae of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth spew out from the Liuyan Spring?
Second: Even a sponge’s ability to absorb water is not so weird and terrifying. For the time being, I will continue to call the larvae of the red-tailed moth "Antarctic lice." Then how do they achieve the transformation from egg to adult in just ten minutes?
Third: I suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with my judgment that the tree had petrified! It takes millions of years for trees to petrify. How could this tree exist for millions of years?
I felt more and more that the lines on the branches were very strange. They were the color of a strange, dark limestone. It was this color that was very similar to fossils that made me make a hasty judgment at first.
It wasn't until we got closer that we saw clearly that the "petrified branches" were actually covered with human skins. Many of the human skins were in dilapidated condition because they were tightly bound to every inch of the branches. This was different from the dark appearance of dry branches. The colors blend into one. A combination of circumstances created the illusion of a fossil.
There are detailed records of skinning people alive in the Western Han Dynasty. There is a saying that the skin was draped on the patient and beaten with branches to cure the disease.
It was the first time the fat man heard about this kind of thing, and he cursed the old society. Such things that could only be done by a heartless and weak-hearted person were really intolerable in the world! This old Jing Wang is not a good person to treat some bullshit disease. He regrets that he didn't empty out his gold mountain at that time.
I asked the fat man not to be so excited yet, and put aside the Jinshan incident for the time being. I discovered another thing that made me break out in a cold sweat. The tree branch covered with human skin was still alive, which meant that although It does not see sunlight all day long, but the main trunk still provides nutrients to this branch.
I continued to discover other details. It turned out that the larvae of these dragon-horned red-tailed moths burrowed into unobvious tree holes, then passed through layers of human skin and finally transformed and shed their shells.
Those holes in human skin are nothing but the result of the endless shedding of reincarnations.
A complete human skin was tied to one of the thicker branches, with dry grass-like hair on both sides of the scalp. The whole skin is like a huge piece of dried kelp, which was peeled off and stuck to the branch!
Only then did the fat man understand why I just said that this was something that would make people sweat coldly.
In other words, thousands of years ago, these human skins were peeled off on the spot, and the bloody human skins were sewn directly on the branches by special personnel!
A tree covered with human skin appeared in front of us, which let us know where the extremely cold places in the world are.
I didn't understand it before. It is said that those who don't know are fearless.
but now!
Just standing here, you can feel the biting cold wind blowing directly from your feet to your forehead.
I didn't know before that a live cow would feel the fear in its heart when it passed by the slaughterhouse and saw its companion's head hanging on the iron hook and the fresh bloody meat skin spread on the chopping board.
But I seem to know something now, because the soles of my feet are sore at the moment, and my mind can't help but want to escape from here. This is an instinctive drive, resistance in the face of extremely terrifying dangers.
The fat man's searchlight suddenly changed its direction, pointed at a hanging platform not far away, and said tremblingly: "Brothers, forgive me for my blindness, I think I saw the skinning place!"
I saw how casually Fatty's rays were fired just now, and I immediately shouted: "Be careful up there!"
Just now we were just lighting up the human skin tree. We hesitated in the corner, and we were still lucky enough not to disturb the insect swarm above.
But this time, the good luck seems to have not run out yet. We stirred it so much, but did not disturb the green starlight above.
It is said to be a hanging platform, but in fact it is a small execution ground.
The surface was soaked in bright red with dried blood, and the original color could no longer be seen.
There is a huge human skin on the hanging platform. He must have been a super giant more than two meters tall when he was alive.
Long Wu had the courage to pick up the human skin with a black gold mountain blade scabbard, and a square stone tablet appeared behind it, with ancient characters on it, which roughly meant King Jing's chess game of life and death. The winner would live forever, and the loser would be skinned.
The most horrifying thing is that at the bottom of the stele, there are three horrifyingly carved figures, one fat and two thin. Although the paintings are extremely abstract, anyone with a discerning eye can clearly see the mystery at a glance.
The fat man was the slowest to react. He looked at it for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to suck his big finger, but was blocked by his gloves. He puzzled and said: "It looks like...but not quite... Could it be that this painting is a villain?" Right? This fat guy..."
He suddenly understood: "Damn it, grandma! Could it be that the painting is the three of us?"
I could only nod my head, close my eyes and say, "The word coincidence doesn't make sense here anymore! I think, maybe the destiny is always so difficult to escape! Now I can only hope that disaster will always slow us down!"
