The heart of the wind suddenly lifted, and it beat wildly. He leaned against the trunk of the tree for a long time, holding his breath, and did not dare to breathe, let alone poke his head out.

Except for a snake, a few birds, and a few small fish, he had not encountered any other animals in this uninhabited canyon.

If you don't encounter it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist!

"What kind of beast is it?"

The wind is clear, the climate here is humid and the plants are lush, then, there will definitely be wild animals, thinking of this, he is even more flustered and frightened.

"Maybe it's an explorer who has encountered an unfortunate situation, maybe it's not going to be too bad. He kept trying to persuade himself to calm himself down and build up new hope.

It's like gambling, wanting to see the last hole card, wanting to turn the tide of the situation, but being afraid of losing all your bets, not daring to open it, uneasy, apprehensive, fearful, and even hopeful.

It's like sticking his head in the sand doesn't hide the fact that his ass is pouting, and the sound of the wind shrinking behind the trunk of a tree doesn't eliminate the danger he faces.

Only by facing it can there be a turnaround and hope!

The sound of the wind let out a long breath and slowly poked its head out along the thick trunk of the tree, looking in the direction from which the wailing came.

About a hundred meters away, there was a gentle slope of low green shrubs, beside which several huge cedar trees grew, and at the roots of the trees, three things were placed in a haphazard manner.

The sound of the wind came out from behind the tree, and as he walked forward, he carefully observed, maintaining a posture of running away at any time when he encountered danger.

He suddenly stopped, and noticed that one of the brownish-gray things was actually slowly wriggling, like a large snake entrenched on the ground, and kept writhing its body.

A few minutes later, when he was sure there wasn't much danger, the wind crept on and continued walking towards the wriggling thing,

As he got closer, Wind looked at it, and he wasn't sure what it was.

The black hair, scattered on the hillside, was soaked with brown blood soaked with gray coarse cloth, something like a skull, swaying from side to side, but only rubbing against the ground, and some of it was covered by shrubs and weeds.

Feng Sheng turned his head to look, found a branch from the side, held it in the palm of his hand, walked up to the strange thing, squatted down, and poked it with the branch, and the thing moved slightly.

The wind stood up and walked over to the other two things. He was surprised to find a man dressed in gray, lying on his back on the hillside, having long since lost signs of life, his hair was unkempt, his skin was grayish-black, half of his scalp was torn and hung on one side, his neck was sliced open, his muscles were torn, his esophagus was exposed, his clothes were torn to shreds, and one arm was exposed to white bones.

What happened to him?

The wind soon found the answer, and not far from the poor man, a huge black bear, crouched in the bushes, its waist twisted. It has long and dense black hair, a crescent-shaped white spot on its chest, its tongue hangs down on the outside of its lips, it is black and thick, like a rusty iron plate, there is a white foam at the corner of its mouth, emitting a foul smell, a pair of blue-black eyes are round and open, and there is still a residual power, there is a sharp knife in its heart, and the blood that flows out has dyed the soil next to it a deep black, and there are several black feather arrows on its back, which have been deeply submerged in its body.

Coming back to his senses, he suddenly thought of something, he quickly turned around and ran towards the first "thing--- it should be a person!

Fighting to overcome his fear, the wind ran to the man, knelt on the ground, and tried to lift him up, but without success.

The man was lying on the ground, his cheeks pressed against the grass on the ground, his lower body hidden in the fallen leaves, his neck trying to lift it as hard as he could, perhaps because his head was too heavy, or maybe he was too badly injured and could only lift it slightly, his body kept squirming, meaning that he still had the characteristics of life.

The sound of the wind gently turned his body and put the backpack under his neck before he could see his face.

His black hair covered half of his cheeks in a mess, his brown face was brown, his eyes were closed, his breathing was intermittent and rapid, his shirt was torn to pieces, his chest was scratched by the bear's claws and there were several deep grooves in his chest, and there was blood leaking out of his shoulder blades, but fortunately these were not fatal wounds, and he should still be saved.

"Woo, woo, woo. He made a few ** sounds, apparently an instinctive wind reaction after the pain was tormented.

"He's alive!" exclaimed the wind with joy.