Nie Tianming sent out the roaring ground, telling it not to run too far and see if he could catch a few more hares and come back.

After going down the hill, Nie Tianming walked in the valley, picking up a few stones from time to time to check, thinking if he could pick up the leaks.

But without exception, all of them are relatively ordinary stones, and even the aura is pitiful.

Nie Tianming walked and picked up the branches that had died, but after walking a few hundred meters, the harvest was still not enough.

Because the forest is dominated by pine and cypress trees, these trees do not easily drop their branches, and even the branches that are growing are fresh and juicy inside, and they are not suitable for breaking off and using them as firewood.

As a last resort, Nie Tianming walked farther and farther, so he had to search for poplar trees that were far apart.

Nie Tianming was busy for dinner, and it was much more lively over there.

At this moment, the roaring land is spreading joy in the forest two or three kilometers away from Nie Tianming.

I don't know what kind of enmity Howling and the squirrel have formed, and Howling has just entered the woods, and he does not look for the whereabouts of the hares, but also sees the squirrels eating peacefully in the trees.

It seems that the whistling ground is holding a grudge, and he was placed by a squirrel when he first entered the forest, and he remembered it until now.

The older the pine tree, the rougher the bark becomes, especially the hundred-year-old pine, which starts to crack from the ground to the bottom of the treetops.

Whistling strengthened his body, the bouncing power was no longer his usual words, and he pressed his hind feet on the trunk of the pine tree, and his front paws hooked hard into the crack in the bark, and went straight up the tree.

Although the whistling ground weighed hundreds of pounds, his movements were still nimble and agile, and after climbing the tree, he jumped to the location of the squirrel in three or two steps and bit down.

The pine tree that died unjustly has lived so plainly all his life, and he doesn't know what kind of monster he bites to death until he dies.

Roaring pulled his sharp teeth out of the squirrel, and with a pop the squirrel landed on the ground.

Then, he whimpered left and right, jumped down from the tree, and walked back with the squirrel at his feet in his mouth.

Nie Tianming had instructed him to send it directly to the cave after catching its prey, and there was no need to look for him again, so he naturally did so.

After returning to the cave, he put the squirrel down, circled around the cave and saw no trace of Nie Tianming, so he continued to go out hunting.

Seeing that the dark clouds in the sky are getting denser and denser, the sky should still be a little bright at this point in time, but it is all blocked by the dark clouds.

Nie Tianming had already picked up a lot of firewood in the Qiankun bag, but there was still a big gap between the whole hare and the whole hare.

Because the branches that are the thickness of your fingers are not resistant to burning at all, they will burn out in a few seconds after just throwing them in, and they can't hold up the hot ash, and the heat will disperse quickly.

Abandoning the ground to pick up these dead branches and leaves, Nie Tianming searched around to see if there were any dead trees or the like.

Nie Tianming regretted that he didn't put away the stumps of the two acres of land where the fungus was raised in the morning.

It seems that things are really sloppy.

After a little rubbing, it was already completely dark, and with it the wind picked up, and the fallen leaves and bushes were rustling.

It's okay to be afraid of this kind of thing, and you don't want to get up, but once you think about it, you can't stop.

Looking at the swaying branches around and the mist rising in the valley, the mist was blown by the wind, and it looked illusory and ethereal, and it was extremely cautious.

At this time, whether it is a horror movie that I have only watched in the past few days, or an old TV series I watched a few years or even more than ten years ago, all the pictures in it are in front of Nie Tianming's eyes.

Those bloody scenes of hula, as well as the elusive fox spirits in the old temple in the deep mountains, seemed to be behind Nie Tianming.

"Whew~"

Nie Tianming turned his head violently, shaking his head straight to Venus, but he didn't see anything.

It was precisely because of this that Nie Tianming was even more afraid.

In the afternoon, I had already met the land lord.

Even if there are immortals, will the ghosts be far away?

Usually Nie Tianming has the experience of spending the night alone in the deep mountains and old forests, but this time it is enough to experience.

But Nie Tianming's nerves have never been different from ordinary people, and in the last second, he was still talking about various terrifying scenes and sound effects in his mind.

And in the next second, he was looking forward to the bewitching-looking vixen.

If there is really a fox spirit to be sent to the door, do you want to refuse and welcome it, or do you refuse righteously?

Do you aim at your breasts first, or do you touch your thighs first?

Nie Tianming, who was extremely scattered, had already forgotten all the fears and trepidations of the previous few seconds.

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, anyway, this point can't be rushed, so let's spend the night in the forest honestly.

Nie Tianming abandoned all distracting thoughts, walked another hundred meters or so, and finally saw a dead locust tree.

The locust tree is about the thickness of a person's hug, more than ten meters high, and the branches on it are already bare, and I don't know how long it has been dead.

Transforming the ring into a long sword state, Nie Tianming swung his sword and slashed down, and the locust tree fell to the ground in response.

Dividing the locust tree into dozens of stakes, Nie Tianming cut off all the branches with spikes and threw them away, leaving only the thick side branches for fire.

The rumbling thunder came from the dark clouds in the sky, and Nie Tianming had to speed up, cut the wooden stake in half, and put it in a neat stack in a Qiankun bag.

When Nie Tianming rushed halfway up the mountain, only a dozen meters away from the cave, heavy rain poured down.

One jumped up, and Nie Tianming rolled into the cave so as not to fall into the soup.

With a whoosh, he ran to Nie Tianming's side and wagged his tail, biting his trouser leg and pulling him to the side of the wooden house, showing off his achievements.

There were three squirrels on the ground, all of them breathing, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

"Who told you to catch squirrels, and how did you get them back from the trees?!"

Looking at the squirrel on the ground, Nie Tianming couldn't help laughing.

To a certain extent, a squirrel is also a mouse.

The whistling squirrel is the dog taking the mouse.

These sad squirrels never expected that they would be killed by a dog.

"You're going to eat squirrels tonight, don't rely on me if you can't get enough. ”

Reaching out and rubbing the head of the barking dog, Nie Tianming spoke, went to the fire, took out the locust wood in the Qiankun bag one by one, and then took out the only hare.

Whistling was extremely satisfied with his record, and when he saw that Nie Tianming did not praise himself, he was a little unhappy, hanging his tail wiltingly, his ears drooping, and he lay motionless next to him.

"I'm still not happy to say a few words about you, little family. ”

Nie Tianming whined, then gathered the collected dead branches into a pile, returned to the wooden house, lifted the mat, took out a handful of hay from underneath, and prepared to make a fire.

At the bottom is hay, covered with dead branches, and when the bottom ash is available, the thick wood can be ignited.

The light of the lighter lit up, igniting the hay, and only after the dead branches were completely burned by the hay below did Nie Tianming put the locust wood on it.

After a while, the fire was completely raised, and Nie Tianming sat cross-legged next to him to keep warm.

The rain outside the cave gradually became heavier, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on the mud floor, and many water droplets splashed into the cave, and the edge of the cave became wet.

As the saying goes, an autumn rain is a cold, and the rain has just fallen for a while, and Nie Tianming can feel the chill coming.

Continuing to throw the locust wood into the fire and making the fire bigger, Nie Tianming felt a sense of comfort.

Slowly moved to Nie Tianming's side, leaned on him, and pillowed his head on Nie Tianming's lap to roast the fire.

The cave was dimly lit by the fire, and the shadows of Nie Tianming and the roaring ground, a man and a dog, flickered on the stone wall of the cave, big and small, high and low.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous light flashed across the stone wall.

Nie Tianming, who was roasted warmly, was a little drowsy, but he didn't notice this detail, and he stood up and screamed into the cave.