Sun Muchen sensed Wang Lan's emotions and walked over to him, saying, "Brother, could it be that you're too nervous? Is there any other sound?"
“It shouldn’t be nervousness,” Wang Lan said, cautiously looking around. But all he could see was aimless darkness, and behind him, he could see faint flickering firelight, casting a reddish glow on the night.
Everything seems normal, yet everything seems abnormal.
Sun Muchen grabbed Wang Lan's hand and said, "Relax, brother. Could it be that you misheard the wind? The temperature is low at night, but the fire we lit earlier was hot. I remember reading in a book that wind is generated when the temperatures are different."
Wang Lan shook his head, looked at Old Zhang and Fatty, and asked, "Did you also hear some strange noises?"
The fat man immediately said, "It's Old Zhang, his stomach is growling!"
Old Zhang immediately retorted, "It's that fatso! He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't eat his fill at least once a day!"
Wang Lan: "..."
Sun Muchen: "..."
“Mu Chen,” Wang Lan said, staring straight into the darkness, “try shooting an arrow forward.”
At the same time, he looked at the fat man and said, "Put Old Zhang down and ignore him. The ground here isn't hot. Tell him to stop being so dramatic. Get ready to detonate a bomb."
The fat man nodded repeatedly, threw Old Zhang down, and then took out a bomb and held it in his palm.
"Mu Chen," Wang Lan pointed ahead, "Shoot an arrow!"
With a "whoosh" sound!
The arrow shot through the darkness ahead, and the next moment, a strange hissing sound echoed in everyone's ears.
Sun Muchen blurted out, "Piranhas?"
"No!" Wang Lan's pupils dilated, and he quickly shouted, "Fatty, throw it that way!"
Upon receiving the order, the fat man trembled. He had just recovered from the shock of the strange hissing sound and hurriedly lit the fuse, throwing the bomb in the direction from which the sound came.
"when!"
"Clang! Clang!"
The thunder bounced a few times on the ground before stopping, and a few seconds later, it exploded with a "boom".
Right before everyone's eyes, the firelight from the thunder explosion cast a huge shadow, with two rows of long, dense legs vaguely visible swaying and moving in the firelight.
The shadow appeared to be nearly three meters tall, but that was only under the cover of the lightning and fire; it didn't even include the areas above where the light couldn't reach.
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
The enormous shadow roared.
Old Zhang stared blankly, "A giant centipede?!"
The fat man exclaimed in surprise, "A giant millipede?!"
"No!" Sun Muchen finally corrected, "That thing is obviously thinner and more emaciated. That's right, it's a centipede! A giant centipede!"
Wang Lan: "???"
"He's a money-grubber!"
Wang Lan: "!!!"
This is the insect he fears most, without exception. It's a kind of disgust that comes from the heart. And strangely enough, although this insect has also joined the ranks of the mutated ones, there are still a large number of tiny centipedes lurking in thousands of households.
Wang Lan has seen these insects crawling out of his shoes more than once while putting them on, which terrifies him so much that he gets goosebumps all over and trembles, taking a long time to calm down.
"Run! Run! Run!"
So he said "run" three times in a row, and pulled Sun Muchen to run in the other direction.
Old Zhang and Fatty were also jolted awake, feeling the goosebumps on their skin fall to the ground as their bodies trembled, and they took off running.
The four people's actions attracted the centipede, which once again emitted a terrifying hissing sound. It leaned forward, lay on the ground, and countless slender legs moved together, crawling towards the four people.
The theory that more legs mean faster running was proven true at this moment. The sound of the centipede's body rubbing against the ground was clearly audible. For the first time, Wang Lan felt an indescribable fear sweep over his entire body. He absolutely did not want to have any confrontation with the centipede.
But Sun Muchen was in high spirits, "Let me go! It's just a centipede, let me shoot it dead!"
"Shoot my ass!" Wang Lan felt uncomfortable all over just thinking about what centipedes looked like, and goosebumps kept falling off his skin as he ran.
The fat man with bad legs was running at the back, already covered in sweat, his heart in his throat. He hurriedly called for help, "Old Zhang, Old Zhang, my good brother, save me!"
Old Zhang glanced back and saw only the vast darkness. The hissing of centipedes and the fat man's strange cries mingled together, bringing him a nameless fear. Old Zhang shuddered and shouted, "Brothers are birds of a feather, but when disaster strikes, they all run away!"
Fatty: "???"
By then, the centipede had caught up with him.
The two tentacles at the top of the head touched the fat man's back first, causing him to tremble uncontrollably and his legs to go weak.
The long, thin, hairy legs, instead of hardening due to the mutation, became even softer, slicing across the fat man's legs one after another.
The centipede's distinctive scent entered the fat man's lungs with his breath, then spread throughout his body, filling his entire abdominal cavity and rushing straight to his mind.
The fat man couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited with a "whoosh." At the same time, he slipped and fell on the centipede.
The downy hair on the torso brushed against the fat man's skin, the tingling sensation stimulating his nerves. He could no longer speak, and could only howl incoherently.
Those running ahead felt their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.
But then, the fat man's voice came over, "Wait, wait, this money string doesn't seem to be infected, it's still warm!"
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