Volume One: The Soul-Drawing Gourd and the Soul-Burning Lamp Chapter 108: Stripping the Firewood from Beneath the Cauldron

As dusk fell and twilight descended, the rainforest grew increasingly perilous in the stifling night heat. The predators of the jungle ruthlessly competed for scarce resources. The most troublesome creatures weren’t the giant predators like anacondas or crocodiles, but rather the myriad venomous insects and leeches that posed the greatest threat.

Fortunately, Gu Mo and his companions had successfully escaped this treacherous place—for the moment.

Suddenly, with a thud, Gu Mo, who had been chatting moments before, felt darkness close in and his body weakened, collapsing into unconsciousness.

At this critical moment, Li Hetang stepped forward, catching Gu Mo in his arms and gently shaking him.

“Hey, Brother Gu! Why do you faint just like that?” At first, Li Hetang thought Gu Mo, who looked pale, was joking and didn’t take it seriously.

But when Li Hetang’s hand touched Gu Mo’s back, he immediately felt something round and slippery.

Startled, he tilted his head and looked closely at Gu Mo’s back. What he saw made this battle-hardened soldier gasp sharply.

Scattered across Gu Mo’s fair, broad back were seven or eight deep brown leeches.

These greedy blood-suckers writhed tirelessly, some swollen to the size of buns. The slimy texture made Li Hetang feel queasy.

The dark brown leeches contrasted starkly against Gu Mo’s pale skin.

No wonder Gu Mo had fainted from severe blood loss.

Had the leeches already latched onto him when he was near the anaconda’s nest?

These voracious parasites never leave until they’re fully engorged.

Sensing the crisis, Li Hetang drew a specially made dagger but hesitated. He knew better than to yank them off directly.

Leeches usually lurk in fields or swamps, and sometimes in the forest. Pulling them off forcibly only enlarges the wound and leaves their mouthparts embedded, increasing the risk of infection.

Suddenly, Li Hetang raised his head anxiously and asked Min Wenhua, “Brother Mao, what should we do?”

Min Wenhua frowned but calmly replied, “Hetang, don’t you have a cigarette? Leeches fall off if you burn them with a cigarette butt!”

Embarrassed, Li Hetang laughed awkwardly, “Right, how did I forget?”

Though he knew this common knowledge, their narrow escape from the dangerous rainforest had left his mind foggy.

In contrast, Min Wenhua, a seasoned former soldier, never let tricky situations cloud his judgment.

“Right, cigarettes!” Li Hetang suddenly exclaimed, patting himself all over.

But all he carried was a high-tech polar combat suit, a compound bow with feathered arrows, and that special dagger. Without a tactical backpack, where could he find cigarettes?

This was a dire predicament. Could Gu Mo really die over a few cigarettes? It seemed absurd.

Li Hetang began to panic; without intervention, Gu Mo’s blood loss would be fatal.

Once unconscious, vital organs start to fail, and irreversible brain damage sets in with extreme blood loss.

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