Chapter 1102 Beast World (1)
When the summer solstice arrives, cicadas sing and heat waves blow.
The scorching sun scorched the ground, and the clods on the ground were extremely hot, as if the dust had dried out. Only a few dark brown pot-bellied crickets remained, jumping around like springs.
The ground is hot, and the cicadas are screaming tirelessly.
There is no wind, and the dried leaves are drooping and hanging on the treetops tenaciously, blocking the scorching sun.
The dense leaves showed a dark green color under the sun, and the silhouette of the sun on the ground was sparse, as if someone had taken scissors and cut it randomly on the ground.
It was disorganized and the temperature was frighteningly high.
In such a hot summer, even if it is a dense forest, the temperature in the forest is very high.
It was so high that the bugs hid in the caves to escape the heat and cool.
Large trees towering into the sky, under the wet leaves on the ground, there are slippery and soft mud and rotten wood.
Groups of disorganized vines and messy plants are densely piled up here, covered with green moss.
Unknown little bugs were crawling on the moss, and the sunlight penetrating through the leaves shone directly on it.
There is a layer of fine white spider webs on the top, and the eight legs have fine and fluffy hairs. Mung Bean's big eyes are even more like copper bells, compared to its body, they are extremely huge.
The spider is very large, almost the size of the palm of an adult man.
The pitch-black body hangs quietly on the spider web, like a very patient and unmoving excellent hunter, silently waiting for the prey to come, and then destroying it in one fell swoop.
Here, among the towering ancient trees, huge spiders, and the muddy swamp full of dead branches and rotten leaves, if you look closely, you can still see a huge poisonous snake that is spitting out snake letters.
The snake spat out the snake letter, and the scarlet sticky tongue was fleeting.
The dark green vertical pupils reveal a cold temperature. It lives and hides in the fallen leaves on the swamp. Its three-meter-long body twists slowly and silently.
It was noon, the forest was silent, and unknown birds were screaming on the treetops, which made people extremely irritable.
It was stuffy and humid, with no cool breeze.
Here, if you walk casually, you can almost kill unknown black insects or wriggling earthworms under your feet.
Unknown plants and disgusting insects are everywhere, and there are mosquitoes the size of fingernails buzzing in the air.
Mosquitoes with black and white stripes, very loud.
Buzzing, as if it has been hungry for a long time, it is looking for prey.
Soon, the mosquito found its prey in this dead forest.
Not elk, not rabbits, not lynxes and fat brown bears.
But a poor little baby.
I don't know who abandoned such a poor little doll in this forest.
This forest is connected to a road in the human village, and that road will lead to the edge of the forest.
But now, the little baby was abandoned in the depths of the forest, where there was no one at all.
There was only a piece of baby cloth wrapped around her body, her milky white arms were exposed, and her soft little body was still moving, making a little babbling sound.
The sweet smell of blood came from his body, instantly attracting mosquitoes from ten miles away.
(end of this chapter)