On the way down, we didn't encounter a pack of hyenas, and it was peaceful, but the road was not short, and it was only at dawn that we reached the periphery of the forbidden land.

I looked around at the environment, and I felt that the whole forbidden land was very large, and there was no end in sight, and its terrain was relatively low, in a "pit".

This also makes the soil in the forbidden land not only damp, but also fertile. The vegetation here is also lush. Overall, it's a haven for herbivores and a gathering place for fierce predators.

The nine of us were not in a hurry to go to the forbidden place again, but gathered together to discuss.

I'm not an expert in the jungle, but the eight hunters were, and Cross-Eyed still acted as an interpreter, and he told me exactly what they were thinking.

These eight people thought of going together, hyenas like to hunt at night, and hide in their dens to sleep during the day, so we also follow this rule, rest during the day, and go to find the whereabouts of those two elites at night, otherwise the opposite will happen, when we rest at night, we meet active hyenas, it will be bad.

I agree with these eight people, especially if we go deeper, we have made it all the way here, and we haven't slept yet. Having a good physical strength is the most important thing.

We soon dispersed again, but we were not too far from each other, and we each looked for a "bed".

I didn't have a hammock or anything like that in my travel bag, so I climbed up a tree and pulled the rope out of my flashlight.

I wrapped the rope between the two branches, and after seven or eight circles, I went out of my way to find some branches and hay to spread on them.

I made a bed out of necessity, and then I lay down on it. During this time, the eight hunters were not idle, they used folding knives as shovels, and they all dug holes in the ground.

These holes also have one thing in common, about twenty or thirty degrees of inclination, extending into the ground, and they are not so deep that a person can lie in the hole and only expose his face to the outside.

I wondered, and asked Cross-Eye, why did you sleep in a hole, why didn't you sleep on a tree like I did, or just get some hay or something, and spread it on the ground?

Cross-eyed grinned silly, and he replied that the environment here was too humid and there were many mosquitoes. If you rest in the open air, you are likely to be bitten by mosquitoes very badly, and when the sun rises, it shines on your body, and then you are so wet that it is easy to change to a strange disease, and the joints of the whole body are very painful.

I guess it's rheumatism or something, and once again, I admire the wisdom of these earth hunters.

Cross-eyed waved at me, which meant that he also advised me to go down to the ground and sleep in the pit with them.

I shook my head and refused, because I thought to myself, when did man lie in the ground? It's so unlucky.

After about 20 minutes, the cross-eyed people finished their work one after another, and the eight of them also drew lots, divided into four groups to rotate, six people slept, and two people were on guard.

As a security chief, I have enjoyed the privilege of not worrying about getting up and guarding the sentry halfway through my sleep.

We didn't say much, and soon I fell asleep.

I was also prepared, but I was worried about mosquitoes, so I deliberately blocked my clothes tightly, and found a few handfuls of fresh weeds and leaves, wrung the juice, and smeared myself all over my body.

But it didn't work, the mosquitoes here are so fierce that sometimes they can bite me even through my clothes.

I woke up from sleep, and every time I woke up, I found myself scratching.

I was defeated by mosquitoes, and I was affected by the feeling of being trapped, and in the end, I didn't care if it was auspicious or unlucky, I jumped off the tree, found a sentry hunter's "abandoned pit", and I got into it......

Those of us, so to speak, were fairly well rested, and it wasn't until the afternoon, when someone raised the alarm, that I woke up completely.

At this time, the environment here has changed a lot, let's just say that the whole sky is gloomy, just like the feeling before the storm, but there are no black clouds in the sky, and there is no meaning of rain at all.

And the whole forest became foggy, and with this kind of ghost weather, when I looked around, I wondered if I had arrived in the legendary fairyland.

The first thing I did when I crawled out of the hole was to wonder, why did the sentry call the police?

I asked, and one of the hunters answered.

According to him, hyenas had just been spotted in the northwest.

I looked up and there was no sun now. I really admire their sense of direction, at this time, I can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Fortunately, the hunter pointed again. I looked where he was pointing.

It was foggy, and there were no hyenas. I asked the hunter, "Is it a mistake?" ”

Cross-eyed translated to him, but the hunter did not answer directly, but took out a melancholy look and shook his head.

The nine of us no longer rested, but gathered together, took out all the dry food, and prepared for dinner.

In fact, there are very few types of dry food, as I said before, that is, potatoes and air-dried dog meat.

These hunters have a soft spot for dog meat, and everyone holds a piece of dog meat, tears it and eats it in large gulps.

I admired their teeth and their appetite, because I thought the dog meat was too fishy. I'm afraid I'll vomit if I eat like this.

I choose to eat potatoes. And the potatoes were cold, I was afraid of hurting my stomach, so after each bite, I chewed well, and when the potatoes were warm with my mouth, I slowly swallowed the potatoes.

This time, I picked up a small potato and was "chewing slowly" when a hunter snorted.

He shouted too suddenly, and his voice was too high-pitched. I was so anxious that I almost choked.

I coughed vigorously and joined the others in looking at the hunter.

The hunter didn't care about our expressions, or what he said to us. He stood up at this point, holding a folding knife, and looked in one direction.

I looked around, good fellow, there was a big dark shadow there.

Look at the silhouette of a shadow, like a hyena. I said okay, another pack of hyenas came.

We didn't eat either, and each took up his own arms. The hyenas did not rush over, and gradually, in the distance around us, a large number of hyenas appeared.

When I first saw this scene, my heart was still a little tight, but as more and more hyenas appeared, I didn't know what it meant to be nervous, because I was completely stunned.

My preliminary estimate is that there are 180 hyenas surrounding us.

What is this concept? Once they rush over, they can deal with us 10 to 1.

I believe it's not psychological, but at this moment, I smell the smell of the forest here, and I feel the smell of death from it.

(End of chapter)