Chapter 397 Sour!

After the statues scattered into moths, the overwhelming moths slowly approached everyone.

"grass"

"There are too many of these crappy things! The few guns we have are useless!"

The fat man's face turned dark immediately.

After all, Hu Ming said, this thing is poisonous and cannot be touched!

And use a gun? Haha, stop it!

They only have a small number of people, and the number of moths is countless. A few guns are of no use!

At this level, it is almost as good as using a cannon to kill mosquitoes, and the eggs are of no use.

However, when they saw the moths slowly approaching everyone, they suddenly heard their movements.

It's Hu Ming!

Hu Ming's precious blood is very effective in repelling insects. Even without bleeding, the aura around him is enough to drive away these little bugs!

Suddenly, in the hemispherical space with Hu Ming as the center and a radius of two meters around, not a single moth dared to take a step beyond the thunder!

Even at a farther range, the moth showed an air of panic, scurrying back and forth in a panic.

Even at this moment, Hu Ming took the initiative to use Bajiquan skills to speed up the blood flow and maximize the breath of precious blood through the skin.

Wow~~!!!

The next moment, the moths could no longer resist the aura that was even more terrifying than their natural enemies. They suddenly dispersed and dispersed.

But in just a few breaths, he disappeared into the dense forest without a trace.

No way, people with tattoos these days are so diao!

If you don’t have a great tattoo, why don’t you come out and act like a Jill!

Shame on you, take off your skirt!

Wu Sansheng, Wu Xie... I feel offended!!!

Only then did everyone recall the mysterious powers of Hu Ming’s precious blood!

Mud, I’m sour!

For a moment, everyone looked at Hu Ming with envy.

Coach, I want to learn this too!

This is simply a magical skill of fighting upside down to the grave!

It's a pity that Hu Ming refused to let blood. Otherwise, it would be great to keep ten or eight bottles of blood in case of emergencies!?

It's a pity that Hu Ming refused to let blood no matter what. Didn't he know that modern medical research shows that bloodletting is good for health!

We are doing this for his health!

After all, Hu Ming is not young at all, and health is the most important thing!

"No, your gun will be returned to you."

"I have to say, this pistol is well maintained and very useful."

Throwing the pistol back to Aning, Hu Ming complimented casually.

"Oh my God! Hu Ming, you don't have any common sense!? Is this how you throw a gun with the safety on?"

"What if a fire breaks out accidentally? It's very dangerous! I don't want to die in such a funny way!"

Aning's mouth twitched, he quickly caught the pistol, turned off the safety, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Ming is a thief. When he throws the pistol, the muzzle of the gun is always pointed at Aning.

Very careless!

"You have to learn to trust your gun. The gun is not a dead thing, it is also alive."

"As long as the owner trusts it enough and treats it like a parent, it will never betray you!"

"By the way, this is advice from a master of marksmanship."

Hu Ming talked nonsense seriously.

Does it really make sense?

"real?"

Aning blinked and asked blankly.

This was the first time she had heard of this theory. However, Hu Ming's marksmanship was so good that it was difficult to find anyone who could match him.

She knew this.

Or. Hu Ming is right?

Aning stroked the pistol in his hand, feeling slightly moved.

"It's fake. I'm just kidding. Firearms are just machines and cold steel. Is steel alive? Can it become a spirit?"

Hu Ming smiled slightly, and the way he looked at Aning changed, it was like looking at a fool.

Does anyone still believe such lies?

Hu Ming! It belongs to your uncle!

Aning's face darkened, he was really angry, but he still had to keep smiling.

"Sorry, I don't have an uncle. Even if you miss me, I can't help you. How about I introduce you to an uncle some other time?"

"By the way, what kind of man do you like? Just say it, I don't mind if you have a lot of things."

Hu Ming still smiled.

When it comes to bickering, it’s not Hu Mingchuan’s fault. None of these people in the early 21st century can fight, they are all younger brothers!

"No, thank you! Thank you to your whole family!"

…

The ruins of the royal city, the temple, are not far ahead of the slope.

The road ahead was covered with dense vines, with scattered ruins interspersed in the gaps.

As he got closer to the ruins of the royal city, something gradually appeared in the gaps in the vines.

That's a snake slough.

When we arrived at the ruins of the royal city, the number of snake sloughs in front of us was even more astonishing.

As far as the eye can see, there is a thick layer of gray-white snake slough accumulated on all the ground.

"Damn it, the scale of the ruins here is huge. How many snakes are needed to survive here, and how long did it take to shed their skins to this scale?"

Wu Xie exclaimed in surprise as he glanced around the ruins of the ruined royal city.

"Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, or millions of snakes have thrived here for about five thousand years."

"It is worth mentioning that snakes are the most sacred thing in the Motherland of the Western Queen. There are no natural enemies of cockscomb snakes here. In the deeper areas, the scale of snake shedding is far greater than you think!", explained casually. After saying this, Hu Ming led everyone towards the center of the royal city ruins.

"Follow me, it's getting late today, and by chance, I know a relatively clean place where these disgusting snake sloughs don't exist."

The core is still some distance away.

Going deeper into the ruins of the royal city, the unique fishy smell of snakes became stronger and stronger. It was simply nauseating and made my stomach churn.

But the good thing is that after crossing this area, the air suddenly became fresher.

Compared with the smell of snakes, the humid air with the smell of swamp smells much better.

After another four or five hours of walking, the terrain became increasingly sinking and the water in the nearby swamp became turbulent.

In my ears, I can hear the soft sound of the rapids of the waterfall everywhere.