Sell Evil

That night, Gunsmith and John chose to rest in the cave.

After eating and drinking, John recovered his physical strength, but his mental fatigue was probably incurable. If there is a person in the world who keeps one eye open while sleeping, John has undoubtedly joined the team.

The Gunners did not propose to take vigils by turns. He knew that the cannibal indigenous people would not search at night because they would do more with less, and there was a high risk that hunters would not make such a choice when they had no choice but to do so.

Darkness is the dividing line between civilization and primitiveness. People in modern society may be able to hide in the dark while sneaking quietly with advanced equipment, but the only way for cannibal savages to travel at night is torches. As long as nature is long The prey with the brain will be scared away by the light and heat of the thing, not to mention John who has become a bird of surprise.

More than half of the rainforest animals are foraging at night, but humans cannot do this. In the long evolution process, humans have not been given the ability to move at night, which is why our biological clock was born to adapt to daytime life. In this particular wild environment, species are inherently more reliable than any sophisticated tool.

This is the second night the gunsmith spent in the rainforest, and he still hasn't slept well.

The musketeer had only to think about how to walk through the jungle alone and return to the civilized world outside. Now, there is an explorer who is physically and mentally exhausted without any equipment. He is a blind man looking at the skylight, but it is unknown; there is a group of trees deep in the rainforest. The cannibal natives with deep roots and strong soldiers may at any time dart themselves in the dark.

Being trapped in such a situation, I am afraid that only by encountering the development of the Jagged Warrior can things get worse.

Of course, I'm just talking about an idea, I don't intend to write it that way.

The musketeer did not sleep well, and he dreamed again, as a kid. It was also a night, a cold blizzard night. In a room, in front of the fireplace, he wrapped a blanket and waited for Grandpa to return. This day, Charles caught a cold, so he didn't go out to hunt with Grandpa.

At first, his heart was full of expectations, hoping that his grandfather's harvest today would allow him to drink hot broth, but the sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, the sky became hazy, and the snowstorm did not know when it had come. From noon to night, expectation became worry, but fortunately, it did not become despair, because Grandpa still came back. When the old Luo Er opened the door, Ling Feng's strong wind rushed into the house, and the old man used him. The tall body blocked the snow and wind behind him and re-entered the door.

The flickering firelight in the puppet fireplace leveled again, and a large piece of bound animal flesh was thrown to the ground. Old Roll apparently encountered an intractable prey, and the bad weather prevented him from bringing back most of the loot. That day, the old man lost not only the body of more than half of the beast, but also his right eye. When he returned home, the blood and water flowing out of his eyes were already frozen into ice ...

"Hey, Charles, wake up, Charles!" John called the gunsmith's name.

Inferior sleep caused immediate headaches, and he stumbled back: "What's the matter?"

John didn't fall asleep much, but he seemed very energetic: "I heard a sound outside, maybe a cannibal came after me."

As soon as I heard the words "cannibal," the gunsmith was also energized. Human beings, such small creatures, were scared and refreshed, and scared and lost their souls. Frightening might cause a heart attack.

"I'll go out and see." The gunsmith said, a carp stood up and walked away. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he looked a little at the probe and saw no abnormalities. He grabbed a few stones and walked towards him. Throwing in a fan shape in three or four different directions, the sound of Xisoso soon sounded in the woods.

He turned to John and said, "It's not like human movement, it might just be an animal. What did you just hear?"

John replied: "I'm not sure, oh, yes, it was uploaded from the tree. Could this savage send someone to climb up the tree to investigate?"

The musketeer shifted his gaze and threw a few more stones, this time flying high. There was no other living thing to respond to the flying stone except a few birds.

"Maybe it's just a monkey, or it was the first time I threw a stone when I threw stones, and they fled." Gunsmith said: "This place shouldn't stay for a long time, we should hurry as soon as possible. Moving forward is the best way to get rid of the hunt."

John naturally agreed with the proposal.

The two left the cave and judged the direction of travel based on the position of the sun. The night before, they had reached an agreement and continued to go west, because John's expedition was initially explored from west to east, and of course, their compass was not bad at that time.

A gunsmith opened the road in front of them, and the difficulty of shuttle through the forest decreased sharply. John was a professional explorer. Naturally, he was better than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness and survival skills. He was not injured and was not infected. After a restful night's rest and respite, his physical strength has recovered to 70%, and following the gunsmith, it has become very labor-saving.

Even in this strange environment, their actions will never be slower than cannibal natives. According to John ’s experience, as long as walking for three days like this, even if the rainforest has not yet exited, the cannibal hunt must have stopped, and the primitive tribe ’s range of action generally does not exceed its territory. The traffic basically depends on this. Helping the savages, they would definitely not go where the journey was too far. For them, going out of their territories required the same courage as Columbus sailed towards the "end of the world".

After limping for a long time, no signs of them were being tracked along the way, it seems that in the morning, it was indeed John who was too suspicious and all the soldiers.

The farther I was from the village of that tribe, the more secure the two were, because in terms of survival alone, they didn't have much to worry about.

By noon, the two did not stop firing. In order to prevent the reserved meat from spoiling in the hot environment, it has been cooked to perfection last night. This will also facilitate the journey today. So they just took a short break, took a few sips of bat flesh, and went on the road.

To say that these bats are really unlucky. They originally lived in the lower caves. They did not recruit anyone and did not provoke anyone. They met the gunsmith. He threw things without any false hairs, and control the birds in the sky. He found that the fish in the river can't escape the clutches.

In the afternoon, the nerves of both of them were basically relaxed. They hurried for a long time, crossed the swamp, brooked the river, beat the thorns, almost stopped, and the speed slowed down.

At a moment without warning, the gunsmith suddenly glanced at something when he unconsciously turned back to talk to John.

His expression could not help but change, he knew that the sight he saw was by no means an illusion, so at this moment, he only felt creepy, because the black shadow just flashed was obviously not an animal in the jungle, but an individual.

"John, there is a dark shadow behind us." The gunsmith said directly.

John's face turned white in an instant, and he immediately turned around and looked around alertly: "Where? Is it a cannibal?"

Gunsmith said: "No ... that ... how do you describe it ..." He organized the language a bit: "I said it was" black "shadow, not because I didn't see it clearly, in fact, I saw it very well Clear, except that 'it' is black ... just a short distance behind, on a tree ... I suspect that the sound you hear in the morning is what it makes. "

什么 "What do you mean? Is it a cannibal? What is black?" John's confusion was all over his face.

The gunsmith had taken out the bone gun and intuitively told him that things in front of him might be more dangerous than cannibals: "The height is like a ten-year-old child, but the body is undoubtedly an adult, but it is not a gnome, it is strange ... … It ’s like a small person, and the whole body is black from head to toe, not the kind of skin color that black people can have, but the kind of black that can be sprayed by paint. 70% of the whole body may be painted Twenty percent of the black dye is in a specially made outfit, and it's also possible that ... he is born like this. "

While the rifleman explained to John what he saw, he was also analyzing what it was.

John replied nervously: "What are you going to do ... if it's not directly dangerous, I don't think we should take the initiative to mess with unknown creatures, just run away."

The gunner said: "It's not dangerous? Then it came along to propose to you?"

John gradually retreated behind the gunsmith, lowering his body, as if a poison dart shot at himself at any time: "Charles, this is not a good time to make fun of people."

The Gunner couldn't help laughing: "The other day I introduce you to someone who knows you. You can teach me what hurts ..."

The last word didn't say anything. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and he pulled the trigger. The sound of the bone gun shocked a large number of birds and animals in the rain forest. In the next second, a dark shadow fell from the dense tree branches. Fall to the ground.

John looked up and said, "How did you hit it? I didn't see anything."

The gunsmith didn't answer the question, but waved to John to follow. He approached the unknown creature and said, "I hit my leg. This will make it survive, but I can't escape." He smiled: " If it really just wants to propose to you, it can still give you a ring on one knee. "

John pouted, "This joke is not so funny the second time."

When they came under the tree, the sight in front of them was indeed not so funny, because the unknown creature was not here.

"It looks like it can run away with a gun in his knee, doesn't it?" John's turn was to talk coldly this time.

The gunsmith glanced around, and the black creature was nowhere to be found. He crouched down, staring at a small pool of black liquid on the ground, and didn't dare to touch it with his hands, just sniffed: "Do you think this is its blood?"

John John also observed the surrounding environment and replied: "If it is blood, it will drip all the way when it escapes, but you see, there are no footprints, no black blood drops, and there are no traces of climbing up the tree."

The Gunner replied: "So ... it stopped bleeding in a few seconds, then flew out quietly, and fled a distance of more than fifty meters."

John spread his hands: "There is another explanation. As long as a part of it is shot, the entire body will evaporate in an instant and only a little black water will be left in the end."

The musketeer stood up: "Let's hurry ... I hope you're right."