The movement of George Gong and his entourage was very natural and did not attract the attention of Timothy Tan. He saw that the sky was getting darker. The jungle that was not far away was covered in the shadows and couldn’t be cut. He reminded him, “Let’s rest for five more minutes, and you want to pull the urine and hurry, don’t wait for the car. Call, when you are all pulling Laozi in your pants!”
The players sneered, and some people immediately stood up and walked into the bushes to understand, and they were not aware of the dangers that were coming.
George Gong’s palm was attached to the rock under the seat, feeling the movement of unknown objects on the ground, and the man with a small solution behind the bushes looked at the cold, cold eyes.
The man whistled and learned about the release of Soso, and did not notice that the dark brown soil under his feet was gradually turning into pale yellow sand. When he was surprised that the soles of his feet were unusually soft, a pair of skinny bones, the sharp hand of the nails suddenly grabbed his ankle and pulled him into the quicksand.
The man made a scream in the horror, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The pale yellow quicksand slowly returned to brown soil, but the layer of wild grass that had been covered above had been sunk into the ground with the man, bare.
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