Chapter 65: The Terrifying Netherworm

  It was still Hou Dàyǒng in the front, he took out three small bags from his pocket and handed one to me and Wang Jue each, keeping one for himself. Opening the bag, inside was a set of tight-fitting clothes, made of some unknown material, very light in texture. He quickly took off his jacket and pants, and put on the tight-fitting clothes, making him look like Spider-Man.

  I started undressing like him, casually touching the pocket in front of my chest, thinking about where to put the small bottle. Oh no! The bottle was in the outerwear pocket and it was just thrown into the bug pile!

  Wang Jue had just finished dressing and was about to follow Hou Dayong to start digging through the wall, when I grabbed him and told him about losing the bottle.

  He was also startled! Taking advantage of the faint light from the wall crack to look inside the corridor, he could vaguely see his coat not far away, with several piles of ghost insects crawling on it.

  What can be done? Hou Dàyǒng has already started to lean sideways, stretch his neck, and move slowly outward with his hands and feet together in the gap between the wall.

  Wang Jue and I stood inside the wall like ants on a hot pot. Go pick up the bottle, it's covered with man-eating worms; don't pick up the bottle, that means tying ourselves and Li Xiao Hao, Hou Da Yong to the same rope, and who knows what will happen next under their command.

  Suddenly, Wang Jue had an idea and told me to quickly take off my tight-fitting clothes. I didn't understand what he wanted to do, but the situation was urgent so I could only follow his instructions, taking off the clothes I had just put on and handing them over to him.

  All I saw was him turning his clothes right side out, smoothing them out, folding them into a square the size of a handkerchief, wrapping it in his hand, and carefully walking towards his jacket. I stood at this end of the corridor with bated breath, silently chanting Amitabha Buddha.

  He walked over step by step, and slowly crouched down in front of the jacket. With the hand wrapped in a tight-fitting shirt, he gently picked up the jacket, stretched out his arm, and kept the jacket at a distance from his body. Then, while slowly flipping through it, he looked for the position of the bottle and found that it was placed in the outer pocket. He stopped, took a deep breath, and inserted the hand wrapped in a tight-fitting shirt into the pocket to dig out the bottle.

  Watching him safely bring back the bottle, I let out a long sigh of relief, thank goodness!

  Wang Jue picked up the clothes he had just taken off, wiped the bottle clean and handed it to me. This tight-fitting garment was indeed wonderful, I had wrapped myself in it for so long while messing around in the pile of insects, but not a single stain or insect had stuck to it. No wonder Hou Dayong had to change into it before he could crawl through the gap in the wall.

  I put on a tight-fitting shirt, tore off a strip of cloth from my shirt and asked Wang Jue to help tie the bottle to my wrist. Then, I followed behind him, imitating Hou Dajun's earlier movements, and started climbing through the wall crack.

  Just now, the wall crack is about 40 centimeters wide. Although it's not small, it can accommodate a person to pass through sideways, but the space is not large either. I straightened my back and let my body hang in the middle of the wall crack, neither touching the front nor the back. About three or four inches away from the tip of my nose was the cross-section of the wall crack, where countless crawling worms were densely packed.

  Looking at those worms that are only three or four inches away from me, sticky and wriggling non-stop, is ten times more disgusting than the moment I vomited earlier. However, if I couldn't hold it in and threw up into the gap between the walls, these little bugs might take advantage of the situation and crawl onto my body. If they accidentally crawled onto my face or hands, which are not protected by tight clothing, I would be doomed.

  No way, I can only endure it, must endure! As I struggled to recall the good times with Wen Shu, forcing myself to shift my attention away from this pile of bugs, I took a step-by-step approach until a strong bloody smell wafted over.