Daomu Biji Chapter 48: The Fat Man’s Grave

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These anti-infantry mines are not usually lethal, I know that, but they can certainly be disabling.

The moment I was in the air, I thought about how miserable I might be when I landed. I was even thinking about how to quickly open my backpack and find a tourniquet later.

I fell heavily to the ground, waiting for the pain to come. This kind of waiting is irritable, just like waiting for a catastrophe. The disaster will still come, it is just a matter of time, and I happen to have a little defense ability. nothing.

The explosion... The explosion I predicted never sounded. My scalp was numb, and I didn't even have the courage to look back. I shrank on the ground for three full minutes.

I don’t know whether it was the Buddha, the Virgin Mary or **** who saw my piety and ignorance. When I really believed that it was a dumb thunder, I was covered in cold sweat and turned over, facing up to the sky. , I actually laughed out loud, it’s so good to be alive.

However, I was a little hesitant as to whether I had the life to continue moving forward. God knows what I would have to face next, and a mentality of retreat emerged.

While marching, I thought about several possibilities for the fat man:

If he had escaped the catastrophe at the Agui family, he would definitely hunt down Tumbo. He is the kind of person who must avenge himself. Moreover, he has one more skill than me, and that is his ability to kill a person. People don't have much fear.

If he is not escaping, but actively pursuing him, then he must still be in this forest. He will not go home. At most, he will only return to Banai to wait for revenge.

But if he left passively, or if he was taken away by his slumped shoulders, then I can only pray that he is still alive.

All possibilities point to one place, and that is the lair of the slumped shoulders.

I swear, if the fat man is still alive and happens to be in the hands of the slumped shoulder, all I want is to rescue him, pull him out of here immediately, and never step into this land of death again.

Continuing to move forward, I did not choose to retreat. Rather than go back and spend my days in panic, it would be better to do it here simply, which would be more enjoyable.

Looking at the big rock where the shoulder is located, the visual distance is only a few hundred meters. I need to get closer to observe it more easily.

This time, I became cautious, and it felt like my eyes would fall to the ground every time I took a step.

Finally, near noon, I arrived near the huge rock. There were no thrills along the way. I found the best observation point on a gentle slope. There was a height difference of about ten meters from the entrance of the cave, and a straight line distance of about fifty meters. Moreover, from this point to the entrance of the cave, except for some shrubs around me, there are no obstacles, making it convenient for me to go back and forth.

Waiting again, because of the cover of shrubs, I didn’t have to dig a hole to bury myself. Instead, I directly laid out a sleeping bag to maintain my body temperature, and watched closely with my eyes.

I didn’t dare to make a sound, and waited quietly for the changes at the entrance of the cave. But who would have thought that after lying there for nearly five or six hours, there was no movement at the entrance of the cave. At the beginning, I kept twisting and turning. Move my body and legs. Until now, I am too lazy to do these small movements. I feel sleepy. It seems that I am really not a professional at this.

As night fell, just as I was closing my eyelids, a person walked out of the cave. He moved very quickly and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye. Looking in that direction, it was exactly where I met the slumped shoulder last night. .

After waiting for three minutes, I couldn't wait to get out of my sleeping bag, and walked down the **** in one go. I rubbed down bit by bit, not daring to make a sound, and adjusted my breath at the same time. After all, there was still a 50-meter turnaround ahead. The run needed to be done by me.

I ran over with my feet like clockwork, trying my best to adjust my breathing, until I reached the entrance of the cave. The fire was still flickering in the cave. I didn’t dare to be reckless. I rushed in with a mountain ax in my left hand, a dagger in my right hand, and a flashlight in my mouth. .

A fishy smell hit my face, and the outer cave was indeed empty. Some firewood was scattered on the ground, and more than a dozen rabbit skins were spread across the ground. The smell of blood came in waves. It seemed that without Yuncai and Agui, this time The slumped shoulders are ready to rely on the mountain.

Without stopping, I rushed to the place where I found the fat man last time and opened up a lot of dead bones. However, what disappointed me was that there was no longer a fat man under the dead bones.

I couldn’t tell whether I was feeling depressed or happy.

I didn’t stop doing anything. The weapons arsenal of Slumped Shoulder was beside me, and there were no firearms outside. I looked at the mortars and thought about it, forget it. I won’t be able to use this thing even if I take it. .

On the other hand, there were several boxes stacked separately next to it that aroused my interest. I opened the latch and opened it to see, grenades! .

I didn’t dare to stay any longer. I thought that since the fat man was not in the cave, I didn’t need to be so afraid. When he comes back later, I could throw a bunch of grenades into the cave to kill him.

I have never killed anyone, and I have never wanted to do so. However, this slumped shoulder really should not exist in this world anymore. This is my personal judgment.

Hand grenades are very heavy. I have never used such a primitive thing. I am not familiar with its characteristics and dare not carry more. After holding three grenades, I turned off the flashlight and ran out of the cave.

But when I returned to the "position" this time, I learned my lesson and must not be so careless anymore. I bowed my body and kept my head as close to the ground as possible, and slowly walked towards the steep slope, looking around at the movements from time to time.

Suddenly! , I saw a white shadow shaking on my left side with my peripheral vision. I turned around immediately with a start, holding the mountain ax across my chest, and stabbed it with the dagger.

Staggering, the dagger stabbed the air. After a closer look, there was no one there at all. It was just a large piece of cloth hanging on a short pole, swinging with the wind, and behind the short pole, there was a slight bulge. Pick up a dirt bag. At first glance, it looks like a small grave mound.

Is this where the shoulder is used to bury animal bones? , I was suspicious.

I didn’t dare to stay for long, as my slumped shoulders would come back at any time. I took a cursory glance at the big piece of cloth and got ready to leave.

Just after taking a few steps, an inexplicable sadness came over me. I realized what caused this sadness in me, because the big piece of cloth I saw before turning around and leaving was clearly what fat people like to wear when sleeping. That pair of big pants, with black and white stripes.

Before going to bed, he often grinned and said in an awesome way, "Fat Master is a respectable person during the day. Even when he sleeps and dreams at night, he has to tell everyone he sees in his dreams that Fat Master, I still have black and white marks on my crotch." Take it all”.

But now, this symbol of black and white has become his tombstone.