"Ahh I can't walk anymore... I'm going to choose a dog leash!"

Gu Lang lay on a huge ramp full of stones in the forest, looking at the sky above him and muttering to himself.

The direction in which Wang Ping was chasing was not wrong, and Gu Lang had indeed heard the sound of water before him, and rushed all the way to the ridge.

However, looking at the steep slope of nearly 80 degrees, someone really didn't have the courage to go down from there, so he went back the way he came, trying to find a place with a slower slope.

The result, of course, was that the lookout mountain ran away from the dead horse, and the slope was found, but it was more difficult to descend than the previous steep slope.

The ramp where Gu Lang is located, to the east of the Jishuitan Valley, is the gentlest place in this area.

I don't know why, there is such a huge ramp hundreds of meters long in this deep mountain. It was as if a huge shovel had plowed the entire soil layer of this hillside, exposing the rocks beneath it. If you look at it as a whole, the traces of artificiality are obvious.

However, because it has been abandoned for a long time, the slope is full of leaves, and the crevices of the rocks are full of weeds. Someone who thought he had found a shortcut down the mountain, didn't pay attention to the danger hidden under the fallen leaves, stepped into a crack in the rock, and fell directly on the ramp. Not only did he break the skin on his knee, but he almost sprained his foot.

As a result, every step up and down the slope is a test to find not only the crevices in the rocks that cannot be stepped on, but also to prevent stepping on the moss on the rock surface under the leaves.

After only a few dozen meters, someone lay down on the ramp and gasped for breath.

"Gu Lang, get up quickly! This deep mountain and old forest, I don't know what danger there will be, I can't stay here!" said a villain, pinching his waist in his head.

"Don't you see that he is so tired? I have to recover my strength first, otherwise I will go down the mountain like this, what if I lose my strength and fall to my death?"

Suddenly, another villain appears and begins to refute.

"What danger can you fart!

"Why are you so cold? People are so tired! What's the big deal about resting for a while?"

The two villains are talking to me, and the quarrel makes someone's temples jump suddenly.

"Stop arguing!"

Gu Laosan suddenly roared, and the voice spread far away, echoing in the mountains and forests. The sound of the quarrel suddenly disappeared, and only the sound of oxygen-deficient tinnitus in the ears remained.

"Hmm... I'll take a break... Just for a moment..."Gu Lang breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered, his eyelids began to heavily.

At the foot of the mountain, by the waterhole that someone's heart is longing for.

Wang Ping stood on a stone block on the edge of the waterhole and looked up at his surroundings. The roar of the cascade resounded throughout, and the splashing mist enveloped the pool.

The area of the waterhole is not large, only 5 meters square. But in terms of color, it is a rare deep pool. The water left from the top of the opposite hill is circled in the pool and flows a little south-west along the terrain.

Behind Wang Ping, under a willow tree by the waterhole, there was a waist bag containing a drone.

Not seeing Gu Laosan's figure, Wang Ping sighed, turned around and returned to the tree, and took the ginseng out of his bag.

It's important to find someone, but you can't be hungry all the time.

Back at the waterhole, Wang Ping stood on the rock, pouted his buttocks, soaked the ginseng in the water and shook it, washing away the layer of dirt on the surface.

In the depths of the pool, it was a dark forgiveness color, and there was no bottom in sight. A certain badger estimates that it is more than ten meters deep here, and if a dozen Gu Laosan throws it in, it may not reach the bottom.

But just as the ginseng was almost washed, a shadow seemed to swim under the water.

"Fish?"

Wang Ping's belly began to scream again.

Compared with eating small animals such as squirrels and rabbits raw, Wang Ping has much less resistance to eating fish raw. After all, even when he wasn't on a mission, he didn't eat less sashimi in the restaurant.

"I knew that this would be the case, and when I was about to leave, I should have asked Gu Laosan to bring a bottle of vinegar or mustard. ”

Wang Ping sat on a stone with ginseng in his hand and soaked his paws covered with dirt and fallen leaves into the water. Then I pulled off the green stalk at the top of the ginseng rhizome, stuffed the washed white ginseng into my mouth, and took a bite.

"Well, it's pretty crispy..."

A certain badger chews the ginseng in its mouth like a radish and makes a "click" sound.

"The taste is average... It's a bit light..."

Shaking his head, Wang Ping saw the green stalk he had placed beside him out of the corner of his eye, and stretched out and fished it out.

Gently sniffing the red ginseng seeds at the top, a certain badger stretched out its small pink tongue, hooked one, and bit into its mouth.

"Huh, there's a sweet smell..."

In this way, as if on the spice, a badger takes a bite of ginseng and eats a ginseng seed. In a few moments, the ginseng that was about to catch up with his arm was completely in his stomach.

"Hiccup~~"

One paw held the bare stalk, and Wang Ping rubbed his stomach with the other paw, and couldn't help but burp.

"It's strange, it's not as big as a carrot, and it's vegetarian, how can you feel like you're eating..."

A certain badger scratched the white hair on the top of his head, and he couldn't figure it out. At the same time, because of the slight swelling of the stomach, the desire of a certain badger to eat sashimi has decreased a lot.

"Gollum ......"

Just as he was about to turn around, there was another ringing in his stomach. But this time it wasn't because of hunger. Wang Ping stood on the stone in a daze, feeling the feeling that a certain flower wanted to bloom, and his face was a little incredulous.

Isn't ginseng a great tonic? How do you eat yourself and have diarrhea?

At this time, in the eastern direction, three figures crossed the mountain beam, came out of the woods, and stood at the top of the ramp where Gu Lang was lying.

The leader is a middle-aged man with phoenix eyes and a beard. The face is engraved with blush and wrinkles left by years of exposure to the wind and sun in the grassland. Behind him were two young men in their thirties. Behind the three people, they all carried a large basket with opaque woven bags inside.

The appearance and body shape of these three people all have the characteristics of typical Meng ancients. However, most of the people living under this mountain range are ethnic minorities. It's not Moe, it's Oroqen or Evenki, but there's nothing surprising.

However, the difference is that these three people all have a Meng Gu waist knife hanging from their waists. The middle-aged man led by him even carried a double-barreled shotgun behind his back.

After flapping the grass stalks and leaves on his body, and was about to descend the ramp, the man at the head raised his arm and stopped the two people behind him.

"Someone!" a cute phrase that is different from the Chinese pronunciation came out of the man's mouth.

"Huh!"

A young man behind him immediately pulled out the knife at his waist.

"What are you doing, are you sick, put it away!" the middle-aged man reprimanded, and then the three of them cautiously walked along the ramp and walked to Gu Lang's side.

"It's like a lost traveler. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man bent down and wanted to pat Gu Lang. Then he remembered something, and got up again and took off the shotgun behind his back, stuffed it into the basket behind his back, and covered it with a woven bag. Then he squatted beside Gu Lang, patted his face, and shouted in Mandarin with a northeast accent: "Brother, wake up!"

"Huh......?"

Gu Laosan opened his eyes blankly, subconsciously raised his hand to block the sunlight above his head, and muttered in his mouth, "Who...... Don't make a fuss, I'll sleep a little longer......"

The middle-aged man and the two young men behind him glanced at each other, with puzzled faces on their faces.

What's the hell is this guy taking a nap on his own kang?