Climbed over the boar ridge and entered the secondary forest.

It didn't take long for Sugor to find a working passage that had been built during the logging process.

Although twenty or thirty years have passed, and the wide passage has long been hidden by the jungle, and from time to time it will be blocked by bushes or dead trees that have fallen on the hill, and it is necessary to walk around, but it is much more convenient and faster than in the dense forest.

Walking in the forest, the sunlight shines in like wisps of golden sand, shining through the overlapping branches and leaves, and spilling dappled on the ground. Occasionally, a hare would emerge from the forest, causing the accompanying hound to bark wildly and echo through the quiet forest.

When the sun set on the hill in the west, Ling Zikai and his team had already shuttled through the forest for nearly three hours, traveled more than 40 kilometers, and came to a place called Zhangziling.

Sugol found a wooden house where the lumberjacks lived during their breaks.

After the wind and rain, the wooden rafters that had been built had begun to rot on the outside, and some mushrooms had grown. The door was gone, and the light was dark and full of musty smell.

Sugor said the smell was too strong to live in.

After exiting the hut, Sugol whistled, and the three hounds ran into the woods and disappeared. By the time the two had cleared up an empty yard next to the hut, the three hounds had returned. One of the hounds also had a hare in his mouth.

Ling Zikai couldn't help but praise the three hounds for being so powerful that they could catch wild beasts.

Sugol pouted, saying that the hound was lazy, if in the past, even roe deer could be caught for such a long time, but now he only caught a wild rabbit to make an errand, and he could only eat rabbit meat at night.

As he spoke, Sugor began to pack up his prey, skinned it, opened his stomach, and gutted it, and in the blink of an eye, he had already made the hare.

Ling Zikai was not idle, he picked up some dry branches and a large handful of dried moss according to Su Guoer's instructions, took out the lighter, lit it, and lit a bonfire.

Afterwards, Sugol erected a tripod with tree branches, and after hanging the whole rabbit from the old vine on the shelf, he moved it to the campfire and grilled it.

After a while, the smell of barbecue began to diffuse in the mountains and forests.

Ling Zikai smelled the fragrance, and immediately felt the stomach in his abdomen begin to gurgle, and he kept swallowing saliva.

It's easy to wait until the meat is cooked, and without waiting for Su Guoer to cut it with a knife, he tore a rabbit leg with his hand and took a bite, only to feel that the meat was fragrant and tender.

Looking at Ling Zikai who was gobbling up, Su Guoer said with some disdain, "The taste of rabbit meat is average, if it is a roast pheasant, then it is called a fragrant?"

As he spoke, Sugor took a skin from his horse: "Do you drink?"

Ling Zikai shook his head, last time he drank a bowl of liquor in Uncle Bor's plural, which made him uncomfortable for several days, and now he feels a headache when he mentions the word drinking.

"How can a man not drink!"

Sugol shook his head, not reluctantly, pulled off the stopper, raised his head and took a big sip, his mouth sighing.

In the blink of an eye, a rabbit weighing five or six pounds entered the stomachs of the two. Sugor threw the remaining bones to the three hounds, his mouth burping and his face flushed.

Ling Zikai asked, "What kind of danger do you say, what kind of danger will you encounter in the old forest?"

"There are many dangers in the old woods!"

"I'm asking what danger your sister cuckoo will encounter under normal circumstances?"

"Under normal circumstances, there will be no life-threatening situations when ginseng seedlings are harvested into the mountains. It's nothing more than encountering a wild beast or being bitten by a poisonous insect, but these situations can be detected and avoided in advance!"

Su Guoer thought for a while and said: "There is also the fact that I accidentally fell off the cliff and fell into the 'smoke bubble'. ”

"What is a smoke bubble?"

"Smoke bubbles refer to the swamps in the woods. Because the ground in the primeval jungle is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, some of which reach two or three meters thick, it is difficult to find where smoke bubbles will appear, and if people fall into it, there will be no shadow in an instant. Moreover, these places are rich in nutrients because of the large number of rotten leaves, and they are often places where ginseng seedlings may grow. ”

"However, it is not very difficult for the old mountaineer to find smoke bubbles, if there is a sudden appearance in the forest in the middle of a particularly lush bush, there is a large area of bushes, there may be smoke bubbles, be careful!"

"Then did she often go into the mountains to collect ginseng seedlings before?"

Su Guoer understood Ling Zikai's thoughts, and said, "You don't have to worry that Sister Du Juan will fall into a smoke bubble. Although we haven't been into the old forest a few times, don't forget that the entire Xing'an Mountains is the home of our Durenke people, and our ancestors have lived in this jungle for generations. We grew up listening to the stories of the mountains, and we all remember in our minds which forest is infested with wild beasts, and which forest is dangerous!"

"Then how did the cuckoo disappear?

As soon as the words came out, Ling Zikai felt that he had asked one more question, since he was a person who was called a person in the mountains, how could he make such a common-sense mistake!

Su Guoer glanced at Ling Zikai like an idiot, and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

Ling Zikai ruled out all possible situations in his heart, and suddenly asked, "Will you meet a bad person?"

"You are still in the era of bandits before the liberation, and you are worried that my sister will be robbed of the mountain to be the lady of the village!"

Su Guoer said teasingly, and then as if he remembered something, he suddenly cried out: "It's not good, my sister may really meet a bad person!"

Ling Zikai was startled when he saw him, he didn't know what was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Recently, I heard on TV that there is a poaching gang in Xing'an City, if my sister meets them, it will be trouble!"

Ling Zikai asked suspiciously, "Poachers, does it have anything to do with your sister?"

"Oh, it's a big deal! Do you know that my sister is not only a member of the Northern Province Volunteer Association for the Protection of Green Forests, but also a member of the Provincial Wildlife Protectors Association! If she encounters poachers, she will definitely stop them with her temper. Those poachers are all ruthless guys, they all have shotguns in their hands, and if the two sides clash, my sister will definitely suffer!"

When Ling Zikai heard this, he seemed to see the slender figure of the cuckoo in his mind, righteously and angrily scolding a group of poachers with teeth and claws, and those poachers brazenly raised their shotguns and aimed them at her chest......

Ling Zikai's heart was cold, and he tried hard not to think nonsense, but he still couldn't help but shudder. He had a premonition that the cuckoo might be facing a very critical situation, and he couldn't help but appear in the old forest and by her side immediately.

"Let's set off now and rush to the old forest overnight!"

Ling Zikai said to Su Guoer.

Su Guoer was taken aback: "Are you crazy? How can you walk in the forest in the dark? If you get lost, you will become a bear blind, and it will be difficult to find your direction in the forest, and you may walk farther and farther away from the old forest at that time!"

Ling Zikai looked at the black hole around him, as if he was like a monster with a huge mouth open, waiting for him to jump in! He knew that he was a little too anxious, thinking about the old saying, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, so he resisted the impulse in his heart.

Spent the night in uneasiness. As soon as the sky was hazy, Ling Zikai urged Su Guoer to go on the road.

Walking in the white mist forest, the dew drops on the leaves and branches on both sides of the road kept hitting my body, and I slid down my leather clothes and fell to the ground.

At this time, Ling Zikai understood the benefits of Uncle Boer changing into this hunting suit made of animal skins by himself. If you were wearing ordinary clothes at this time, I was afraid that my whole body would have become soaked like a chicken in soup!

Ling Zikai had to admire these Durenke people who had lived in the mountains for generations, even on the most ordinary clothes, they also precipitated the historical epitome of the survival of the fittest.

When the sun shines into the jungle, the forest that has slept all night begins another day's noisy.

The ground shimmered with crystal dewdrops, scented with grass, flowers, and moist earth.

Countless kinds of small flowers compete to drill out of the soil, white, red, and yellow, like stars, so that the land in the forest shines with colorful vitality.

But at this time, Ling Zikai was not in the mood to enjoy the fragrance of flowers and plants, the bathing of the sun, and only thought about how long it would take to reach the old forest.

As we went deeper, the trees in the forest gradually became scarce. The trees also began to grow tall and stout.

When a large thousand-year-old red pine forest appeared in front of him over a mountain beam, Su Guoer told Ling Zikai with some excitement that he had reached the edge of the old forest.

Ling Zikai was also a little excited. After arriving at the red pine forest, the two rested in place, took out some dry food, and filled their stomachs.

Taking advantage of the resting time, Ling Zikai began to use his ancestral god consciousness to investigate the situation within a radius of more than fifty kilometers.

When the picture appeared in my mind, there was a recklessness, condensed for thousands of years, thick like a condensed essence of nature.

This aura made Ling Zikai's ancestral consciousness tremble, just like a child who had been away from home for a long time, and suddenly returned to the door of his home, full of incomparable excitement. And the old Lin Zi in front of him was like a kind mother, who opened her warm heart and began to hug her long-lost child.

At this moment, Ling Zikai obviously felt that his ancestral god consciousness had condensed a lot. Although the range of perception has not expanded, the perception has become more sensitive, and even ants crawling on the ground and beetles on leaves can see clearly.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a voice calling him, and he wanted to follow the sound, but he couldn't tell the specific direction.

Ling Zikai gave up the curiosity in his heart and began to search carefully in the forest, hoping that he could find the trace of the cuckoo.