Chapter 225: I really want to find something to fight

The problem of troubles and headaches did not bother Zhang Cheng for too long.

Zhang Cheng, who likes to do things neatly and neatly, quickly put aside his troublesome questions after he couldn't think of an answer.

Compared with the problems that may be faced a long time later, Zhang Cheng has more headaches about the situation in front of him.

The village was trapped in fog.

The outside world has changed, and the stranger is like another world.

They had been out of the village for several days, but had not found any useful lines.

They didn't get anything out of it except to find a villager they didn't know and passed out after they had said something vague out of their heads.

In the end, the queue that ensures good entry and exit is now inexplicably missing five in this grass and egg forest.

It is five big living people, no one in life, no one in death, not five ants.

So Zhang Cheng had a headache, and he still had a headache after throwing away his distant troubles.

Putting aside the calmness on the surface and the maturity and stability that seems to be, in fact, Zhang Cheng is also a hairy boy in his twenties.

But at this time, in this case, all the burdens happened to be on the shoulders of this hairy boy, and Zhang Cheng, who had never faced this situation, didn't know what to do now.

As the most powerful one in the eyes of the villagers, and the representative of the villagers in the eyes of the teachers, when he was confused in both aspects, Zhang Cheng naturally became the core of the team, and now the whole team is the one who handles the decision-making of things.

With all eyes on him, Zhang Cheng now needs to come up with an idea that will determine the future direction of the team.

Constantly recalling one picture after another in his mind, churning up and down his fingertips with a broken wood that the villager handed over before he fell asleep just now, Zhang Cheng was careless, and when he was irritable in his heart, his fingers did not control the strength well, and he broke the wooden stick that was already a little rotten.

Sensing the strangeness of his fingertips, before he could take a closer look, Zhang Cheng felt that three pairs of staring eyes were staring at him.

What's going on?

Why did the two masters and the militia captain look at them with strange eyes?

You don't think you're doing anything, are you?

In addition to thinking about the problem, there is also the fact that he is fiddling with the wood......

Oh yes, wood.

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Cheng turned his gaze to the wood in his hand.

Zhang Cheng, who was completely sober, realized that everyone's eyes were not staring at him, but at the wood in his hand.

The piece of wood that had been partially torn off was now intact, but the other was shattered, revealing a black piece hidden inside the heart of the wood.

Thanks to the sensitive control of Zhang Cheng's fingers, the half of the wood that has shifted its center of gravity has not fallen to the ground, nor has it slowed down the speed of flying, but it is still flying on the fingertips under Zhang Cheng's unconscious control, and with some sawdust in the surrounding air that has not yet fallen on the ground, this flying wooden stick shows a strange melody in the faint mist.

Stopping the movement of his fingers, Zhang Cheng grabbed the broken wooden stick in the palm of his hand.

Closer to his eyes, the contents of the core of the wooden stick after the stillness finally revealed his true face.

In the eyes of several people, it was clear that the part of the short stick where the skin had been torn off was a piece of what appeared to be wrapped in a thick layer of earth.

The swarthy earth enveloped the contents of the beyond, revealing a pointed point that reflected the glow at one end, and the other end was hidden in the wood.

Without hesitation, after reaching out to dispose of the excess wood and soil, what appeared in front of Zhang Cheng and the others was a slightly curved, sharp, ghostly and sweet tail thorn that looked like some kind of insect.

Under the gaze of a few curious eyes, combined with some of the things that the surviving villager had just recounted, the tail spine was quickly characterized as a wasp's.

But why did the fugitive villager keep this sharp tail thorn?

Is there any special use?

After discussing for a long time and still not getting an answer, the four puzzled men chose to put their things away first and wait for the villagers to wake up and ask about the situation.

The food was quickly ready, holding the hot "dough" Zhang Cheng in his hand, the four of them discussed while eating, the rest could not last too long, and they had to discuss an answer before the rest was over, which was related to the direction of the team's future progress.

This is Zhang Cheng's instinctive behavior of throwing the pot in addition to a headache, since he doesn't have any good ideas, let's use the power of the collective.

Zhang Cheng, who chose to throw the pot, directly threw the question out, and then hoped that the four of them would discuss it together and give an answer about how the team would go next.

The "dough cake", which has a faint taste when eaten with salt, is the underground rhizome of a plant such as taro.

The underground rhizome of this plant is a large oval ball.

It is a very convenient emergency food after peeling, slicing, and baking over the fire.

Each slice is the size of a human head, and when it is cooked over high heat, it gives off a burnt aroma of pasta, and the mouth is full of pasta flavor.

Except for the taste is a little bland, with a lunch box of cooked canned broth, it's like a picnic.

However, after sprinkling salt foam and re-eating, the "baked bread" processed from the "new taro", which is easy to find, became a staple food in the team.

When the time for the meal comes, generally speaking, as long as it is not a dinner with plenty of time, during the time of the two meals in the morning and noon, the content of everyone's meal is basically salted meat soup and "baked bread".

From a distance, in the dense woods, more than a dozen fires were scattered in a circle.

Except for the outermost circle of fires, there were many people around each of the five or six fires inside, and they were eating and drinking lively, and there were some fights among themselves, and the red fire dispelled the stickiness and grayness, and intensified the fiery atmosphere.

Zhang Cheng and the militia captain did not stop the noisy behavior of the team members.

Unlike the cautious behavior of the newcomers to the village, the biggest problem they face now is not the attack and the danger that has not appeared, but the dullness, silence, and morale that has been suppressed in everyone's minds.

And every time for rest and dinner, it is just enough to borrow the light of fire and food, and the safety and joy engraved in human instinct dispel the dullness and silence.

Having the strength of the whole body but not using it at all, this kind of grievance is not only the deepest feeling in the hearts of the five people who have lost their way, but also the common feeling of Zhang Cheng and all the people in the large army who are searching for their teammates.

[I really want to find something to fight and take something out of my anger]

——This is a trace of imagination in Zhang Cheng's mind in his spare time when he is munching on bread and discussing problems.