Daomu Biji

Our excitement was instantly extinguished by the strange camp in front of us. The two looked at each other. I was a little bit crying for a headache. I was too tired to cope with any emergencies. I suddenly felt that I was going crazy. This forest wanted to drive me crazy.

The fat man is much stronger than me. While letting go of Panzi and letting him lean on a rock, he asked me to follow him. There was no fog around us, he picked up a stone to start, and the two of us were cautiously alert to the tents and entered the camp.

As soon as I walked in, I felt how well the uncle was prepared this time. I saw the generator, the fire stove, and there was a huge awning. Under the awning is a large flat stone with a lot of files pressed on it. I saw several cups brushing my teeth on one side of the ruined stone, and the pull rod between the two tents on the other side was Tied up with vines, with clothes hanging on it. This is like a simple residential area.

Everything is the same, no traces of fighting, no blood, but no one, just like the people in the camp just went hiking.

In the middle of the camp, we found a huge bonfire pile, which was completely ashed, and found the remaining smoke ball in the bonfire pile. Obviously there was nothing wrong with it. This is where the signal smoke is emitted. The smoke rose from here yesterday.

The curtains of the tent are all open, we can see that no one is inside, we can even smell the smell of Hong Kong feet inside.

Crouched around and found nothing, and the fat man looked at me.

I remembered the color of the signal smoke I saw at the time. Pan Zi said that the red signal smoke means "don't get close". Obviously you can be sure what happened here. I couldn't help getting nervous again, I felt my body covered with thorns, where did these people go? What happened here?

The uneasy feeling cannot be suppressed. If we are well equipped and full of energy, I may even decide to leave here immediately and look for a safe place nearby. But we are almost half life left now. I really do n’t want to leave here, go again trek. In the case of Pan Zi, it is impossible to do so, he must get immediate care.

On the boulder under the awning, the fat man found a pack of cigarettes. He felt itchy and immediately smoked one, but he was so tired that he took two bites and it was a little bit overwhelming. I also took a few bites. At this time, tobacco played a medicinal value, and I slowly soothed.

Then, we immediately carried Pan Zi into one of the tents. I saw two backpacks inside. This kind of tent is very large. One tent can sleep at least four people. There are still many sundries on the tarp in the tent. , Flashlights, watches, I did n’t take them away. I even saw an MP3, but I did n’t see any electric lights. I said to myself, is the small generator outside prepared for this charging? This is too wasteful.

Finally, we can really relax inside. We took off all the clothes on Pan Zi and removed the remaining grass ticks. The fat man turned a person ’s backpack and found a small medicine box from the inside. The alcohol inside was given to Pan Zi again. The wound was disinfected, and then he went through the tents inside the camp one by one and found a box of needles to sew Panzi's too deep wound.

Pan Zi was already awake, confused, and wondering if his mind was sober. After the fat man took a shot, his face was obviously twisted, but there was no overwhelming reaction.

Looking at the sharpness of the fat man's wound, I was surprised: "What did you do before, and you can still do this craft."

"I told you that you have always forgotten that those who go to the mountains and go down to the countryside, who will not do the needlework, have no dad to fight, no mother pain, so I have to take care of myself." You said that I would like to sew up a pattern, otherwise this guy would feel too monotonous. "

I knew he was joking, and he laughed a few times, saying that it was not funny at all.

Looking at Pan Zi, I was sighed. Fortunately, this giant python was infinitely powerful, but the teeth were short. Even with such a serious injury, it did n’t hurt Pan Zi ’s vital point, but he lost too much blood. Looking at the naked Pan Zi, and his scars, I suddenly realized the origin of his scars. I am afraid that every time he went to the ground, he was a nine-death life. No wonder the third uncle relied on him so much. This guy really did things. Is completely dead.

However, maybe it is this style of doing things. Although he was seriously injured every time, he could survive every time, I thought.

The fat man said to me: "This is called a self-destructive tendency. I know very well that I have a dead party. I used to go to the battlefield before, and all the people in his class died, and he died very badly. , I wonder why it was n’t him who died at the time, as if he survived when someone fired him. When I was fighting with me, I worked hard and tried to find out what the danger was. I actually wanted to find a chance to kill him. If you kill yourself, this kind of person will have to remember, otherwise everything will be done, so I feel that your third uncle is like a straw to Dapan. "

I do n’t have such a profound experience and ca n’t understand what the fat man said, but when he saw his hand shaking a little, he let him stop talking and concentrate on stitching.

The two men sewed the wound for almost an hour before they sewed the wound, all the blood was on his hands, and disinfected the wound for Pan Zi again, the fat man was relieved, and Pan Zi fell asleep again.

We walked out of the tent and we had to sit down and rest. The fat man did not relax completely. He looked around immediately and said, "It's not right here. I think we can't stay here long while we take more care now."

I nodded and wanted to stand up, but as soon as I moved, I found that I couldn't move anymore. There was no muscle in my body that could listen to my commands. The fat man moved twice, and obviously couldn't move either. We looked at each other with a wry smile and sighed together.

To be honest, we have run out of lights and even withered lights, even if there is a burning eyebrow now, I am afraid I ca n’t stand up. Both the spirit and the body have exceeded the limit of fatigue and are completely useless.

Seeing that I did n’t move, the fat man said with a wry smile, but now it ’s not safe to go back into the jungle. Instead of being killed in a damp and cold place, he would rather die here. Listening to this MP3 is also worthy of him. The celebrities in the fighting world.

It ’s a bit of a Q spirit, but I nodded my head, but nodded sincerely. Although I have experienced this kind of exhausted occasions before, this time was particularly grim, mainly because before we entered here, we had spent too much time crossing the Great Gobi With so much energy and physical strength, we were very tired before entering the canyon, and then it was completely hardened. This feeling of finding the journey just started after a long journey is extremely desperate, but even more terrifying is that I know that if I can survive, then the journey back is the real test. Now if Aning's walkie-talkie really exists, we can't get it. Then the following things will be a nightmare.

Thinking about these things is a headache, and I really don't want to think about them.

We rested for a while, boiled tea, ate some dry food, and then took off all the clothes on the body, and then we could n’t put on the clothes. We could find a hole that was bigger than the trousers, so we had to find a few pieces After changing to the sun, I looked at my legs, all of which were blood stains drawn by thorns. Fortunately, all were skin trauma, and I was stabbed by water, but there was no risk of infection.

The disgusting ones are those grass ticks, there is no one on the front of the legs, all concentrated in the foot sockets behind the knees, the blood is full, the fat man finds a special grass tick spray, and when touched, the grass ticks are all When it fell off, I wanted to slap it. The fat man said that a slap might attract more. All swept into the stove, and it burned.

With the special fragrance of the tea boiled with my blood, I drank a little and washed my feet and wounds. My completely numb muscles finally began to feel. I felt sore, weak, and itchy. I couldn't even stand up, and I could only use my **** as my foot.

Last night, only I slept for a while, so although the sleepiness was unbearable, I still let the fat man sleep for a while and leaned against the stone on the side to alert me.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the entire ruin was clearly displayed in front of us. There was no wind and quiet around it, and the whole valley was as quiet as it was. I expected that the fat man would certainly not be able to sleep. After the thunderous grunt, even the smoke was not pinched off, and he fell asleep to death.

I took his cigarette and smoked it, and shook my head bitterly. At this time, I felt that I was almost going to sleep. I immediately struck my spirits and tried not to let myself fall asleep, but no, as long as I sat still, my eyelids Just as heavy as lead.

The morning sun receded, and the sun became poisonous. I took a few deep breaths and hid in the awning, forcing myself to start organizing my backpack. At this time, I saw Wen Jin's notebook tucked inside.

I was afraid that this precious note would be damaged during such a rigorous trek. I wrapped it with my own pair of socks. After entering the canyon, I always planned not to keep up with the changes. I had no chance to look at it again. The contents of the notes are basically not helpful.

It may have been some years since Wenjin came. Although for the history of this ancient city, the time of ten or twenty years is too short, but the environment here is also long enough. For more than ten years, the trees here are probably another growth.

It was written by Wen Jin: "There are many snakes here." It didn't lie to us. However, I think Wen Jin wrote too briefly. There are so many things to write about these snakes, but she only noticed many. Is it because Can't get it done?

There are a lot of records in the notes of their journey through the rainforest. I can take a closer look to see what can help us. After this time, my mind is blank and I am thinking about how to get out from here, so I turned the note To the last part.

However, I was so tired that the words were all blooming, so I had to pour my eyes with water and strengthen my spirit. After turning a few pages, I couldn't bear it anymore. I felt like reading a book like hypnosis, so I put down my notes and tried to keep my head blank, but the irreversible dimness of my mind became a little hazy.

Just before he fell asleep, he heard a faint sound in a trance, as if Pan Zi called me: "Little Three Lord."

I woke up, thinking that Pan Zi needed something, and immediately rubbed his eyes and stood up in pain, but found that the surroundings were quiet and there was no sound.

My heart was terrible, tired of auditory hallucinations. I immediately rubbed my temples, but I heard a very soft voice at once. It seemed to be laughing and complaining. It came from the depths of the camp.

I am a spirit, and I said they are back?

Ran out immediately, but when there was no one in it, I called out "Hi" and walked in the middle of a few big tents. After walking around, I saw nothing.

Strange? I patted my head, and the quiet surroundings made me palpitate.

Standed in place for a while, nothing happened, I walked back inexplicably, sat back to the original position, took a few deep breaths, lighted the smoke, the feeling may be mental insanity.

But immediately I knew I did n’t, and I saw a few mud footprints on the stone in front of me, all the way from the distance, to where I sat. This was not there just now.

I was alert and looked around. I saw that there was also a lot of mud on the big stone with the documents. Obviously something was supported on it. Then I found out that the position of the Wenjin note I put on it had changed, with mud on it.

For a moment, I was completely sleepy and stood up immediately.

Who did it? With so many mud footprints, is that the brocade? This guy saw his notes and flipped through it? Or the monster that seems to be Aning?

I looked around, and when no one was there, I went to see the footprints. I saw the footprints spread all the way, and turned into Panzi's tent. I was nervous, and immediately picked up a stone, went to the fat man, and wanted to wake him up.

It was not so easy to wake up the fat man. I shook a few times and did not respond, and I dared not make too much noise. I had to gritt my teeth and walked toward the tent.

The tent was concealed. When I walked to the front, I saw a mud fingerprint on the nylon curtain of the tent, and immediately swallowed.

Took a deep breath. I imagined the process. I opened the curtain and rushed in. I yelled first. If the man threw at me, Lao Tzu hit her with a stone.

Suddenly felt that the stone was not very good, but there was no time to find another one. I took another deep breath and bit my teeth into the tent. Sure enough, I saw a muddy man crouching in front of Pan Zi.

I yelled and was about to pounce. I saw the man turned his head. I was stunned for a moment. I saw a pair of muddy faces with familiar eyes.