The wind leaned down and brought its ear close to his mouth, but there was nothing but a "whine" and a wheezing sound.

Even so, the wind was still happy, and when the man came to his senses, he would be able to figure out where he was.

Feng Sheng quickly found the towel and the kettle, ran to the river, wet the towel, filled the kettle with river water, and then ran back as fast as he could.

The wind blew the injured man's cheeks, cleaned the wounds on his body, applied some Yunnan Baiyao and anti-inflammatory powder, and bandaged the wounds tightly with a white cloth belt.

The man calmed down and fell asleep, no longer babbling or waving his arms.

Feng Sheng sat on the edge of the rocks beside him, leaning his back against his back, resting his hands on his knees, looking at the birds flying in the sky, imagining that he also had a pair of wings to fly out of this deep canyon.

If you come here, let it be safe. Otherwise, what else could he do?

Feng Sheng opened his backpack, took out a porcelain bowl, and poured water from the kettle into it. Then he found a few small stones, put them under the porcelain bowl, set a lock of hay on fire with a flint, and put a few pieces of bark on the flame of the hay.

After a while, the water in the porcelain bowl boiled, and he brought it to the man and fed it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, until the porcelain bowl was bottomed out, and then put it aside and looked at his mouth quietly.

Plain water alone is obviously not nutritious, especially for a seriously injured person, to recover the body, protein is the most important thing.

Fengsheng picked up the folding knife, came to the black bear's side again, endured the unpleasant smell, cut off a few pieces of breast, chopped them up and put them in a porcelain bowl, and then put some river water to cook them into a bowl of minced meat.

The minced meat exudes an attractive fragrance, slowly entering the man's stomach, of course, guarding such a fat bear, the wind did not treat himself badly, and made up for this emaciated body until he burped and could come out of the smell of meat.

The efforts of the wind were not in vain, and when the sun rose the next day, the man opened his eyes, which shimmered brightly.

At that time, in the quiet morning light, the sound of the wind was lying beside him, tired and asleep.

Instinctively, the man began to cry out, completely forgetting that his throat could not speak at all, and could only feel a sharp pain. He sat up with his right arm propped up, but he couldn't bear the weight at all. With each movement, the sharp pain was like a lightning bolt that traveled from the head to the calf. He felt tense all over, looked down, his chest was supported by a strap, his right arm, neck and calf were bandaged, and the blood stains on his body were also cleaned.

It must have been the man lying next to him who saved him, and the man looked at the wind gratefully, tears welling up in his eyes.

The poor man finally came to his senses, his name was "Feng Qi", and his dead companion was "Feng He", and the two set a trap here to catch wild boars, hares, or roe deer. After pulling the trap open, they were surprised to find that it was actually a fierce black bear in the trap, and the black bear roared out of the trap in a rage. Seeing that the situation was not good, the two hurriedly turned their heads and ran, but how could they outrun the black bear.

The angry black bear pulled open the bushes, and the howl from his mouth was like rumbling thunder, and like the sound of a tree falling, the voice was low, the body was tense, and the muscles were extremely developed.

Forced to be helpless, the two turned around, armed with bows and arrows and sharp knives, and started a desperate struggle with the black bear.

The result was obvious, although Fenghe shot the black bear in the back, he was slapped down by the black bear. The black bear opened its huge mouth and tore at his body with sharp teeth, his neck was cut open, and his scalp was torn off, like a rag, flicked around in the black bear's mouth, and finally dropped on the hillside.

Seeing this scene, he was frightened and turned to run, but the black bear ran faster and made a terrifying thumping sound.

There was really no way, he clenched the sharp knife and turned to look at the black bear, ready to fight to the death. The black bear ran to a distance of five or six meters from him, raised its front legs, turned into a standing position, raised its ferocious front paws, and roared and pounced.

The bear's claws struck down, and the claws slashed deep into his neck and chest, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and fell backwards, and just as the black bear pounced on him and began to bite, he tried his best to plunge the sharp knife into the black bear's heart, and then he passed out.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi still had palpitations, gasping for breath, and did not seem to have recovered from the fear.

At this time, the sound of the wind made a low and lazy sound, and then he raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and watched the wind rise sleepily, and did not speak for a long time.