The seven needles through the bones are magical, not only can they make others vomit and diarrhea, and they will not be at peace for a moment, but they can also make themselves pull wildly. I don't know that Zhang He, who has been pulled dozens of times, only feels weak, and the chrysanthemum hurts as if it has been poked with a stick by more than a dozen Ji-friends in turn.

With the faint light of the mobile phone, after reluctantly moving the hospital bed away from the stench place, Zhang He finally had a moment of peace, and the terrifying excretion consumed Zhang He's little strength left, he couldn't care whether he was in heaven or hell, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep again.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhang He turned over in a daze, and he fell directly from the narrow hospital bed. The soft and damp rotten leaves, like a thick air cushion, perfectly cushioned the weight of Zhang He's body, allowing him to fall to the ground unscathed, and continue to fall asleep.

But not long after, countless green and shining, like fireflies, flickered brightly, but they were overwhelming, and the sound of small animals crawling became one. Zhang He didn't realize that he was surrounded by danger, until the screams of "squeak" filled the jungle, until countless small animals swarmed, completely covering him like flies touching stinky that had been fermented for dozens of days, and frantically biting the muscles of his whole body with his sharp mouth, Zhang He sat up abruptly in a painful scream.

Zhang He stretched out his hands, fiddling with the fluffy, hot and disgusting things on his body, and the sound of the squirming little animals falling to the ground was as dense as raindrops, and finally threw off most of the small animals, and Zhang He took out the only lighting tool.

Under the mobile phone, there was a plague of rats around him, at least tens of thousands of rats scurrying under his feet, the scene was very scary, disgusting, and creepy. Rats are not scary, but rats are plagued, but it is a different scene, and I can't help but think of Zhang He of the horror film "Man and Mouse War", and goosebumps all over his body uncontrollably.

He didn't even have time to move the hospital bed, so he rushed into the distance like a frightened rabbit.

Nima, make a fire, brother must make a fire.

Zhang He, who was so tired that he didn't have any strength, had to drag his prostrated body and use the faint light of his mobile phone to find the things necessary to start a fire. a dry, coarse-large dead tree trunk; a withered branch with excellent toughness, the thickness of a thumb; A few pinches found dry, fluffy, oily, and seemingly the fluff of some kind of vine plant in the crevices of the old tree.

Zhang He has watched several issues of "Survival in the Wilderness", in which the retired special forces soldier told about the drilling wood fire skills, he was deeply impressed, but the gap between theory and practice is so amazing.

Rubbing the branches made my hands blister, but the oil-rich fluff was still smoking, and there was no open flame at all. At this minute, Zhang He felt for the first time that the bad habit of smoking was not useless. At the very least, people who like to smoke must have a lighter with them, right?

The palm of his hand bubbled, the bubble burst again, and Zhang He, who was enduring the severe pain, finally used the method of primitive people to make a bunch of raging fires.

Through the firelight, Zhang He finally saw his environment clearly for the first time.

The sky is thick - large trees, dense shrubs with nowhere to put their feet, thick branches and leaves, damp and smelling of mildew. The humid and stuffy environment has made his clothes completely soaked with sweat, and the shirt that has been bitten by countless rats into a fishing net is full of sweat and blood, clinging to the body, making people extremely uncomfortable, not only the shirt is wasted, but the trousers have become stockings full of holes, and even the underwear has been bitten by those damn rats.

There is no place on the body that does not hurt, and there are dense goosebump-like bite marks.

Nima, brother can't get the plague, right? Zhang He was not sure, so he could only take out the silver needle again, use himself as an experimental mouse, and acupuncture himself.

In the Yanhuang Shen Needle, there is a set of acupuncture methods to enhance immunity.

After the needle was completed, Zhang He, who even had almost consumed his innate true qi, was so tired that he was completely out of strength.

In the depths of the primeval forest, danger is everywhere, Zhang He does not dare to go too far from the fire, but the hot climate, coupled with the amazing heat emitted by the flames, almost turns him into a roast suckling pig.

Zhang He simply took off the shirt of the fishing net, and on his body, the front half of his body near the fire, the sweat was constantly evaporated, leaving a thick layer of salt frost, and the back, which could not feel the fire, was completely soaked with sweat, and there was no dry skin.

After a moment of peace, Zhang He couldn't help but think of Mr. Long Ao's words: Idiot, you have to rely on yourself for everything, here, you can inspire the ninth sense that you were proud of.

The Ninth Sense? Shenma is called the ninth sense? Shenma is the ninth sense that you were proud of? Could it be that my brother was very good? But in the past 20 years, my brother doesn't seem to be very good? Didn't you find that my brother had the ninth sense of the gods? Could it be that the past and present lives mentioned by those old monks who were abducted and deceived really exist?

So, brother is reincarnated by a certain cow? That brother was a god horse in his last life? Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha of Rulai, or Arhat of the Dragon and Tiger?

Zhang He couldn't help but feel ridiculous that he had never felt before, "Old man, old man, are you there?" Zhang He, who was puzzled, couldn't help but call out loudly.

"Old Man's ......"

Zhang He, who called dozens of times in a row and didn't receive any response, had to ponder again.

Everything that has happened to me in recent months is like a dream. Ever since that magical steamed bun appeared, since I found No. 61 Yuhua Lane, everything has been like a dream, but it is so real. My own way, because of that magical steamed bun, has become different.

It's very bullish, and it's also very helpless.

For the magical Mr. Long Ao, Zhang He is naturally grateful, but in addition to gratitude, he is more curious.

In his heart, Long Ao is a master, like a master and a father, he gave himself a different life, let himself embark on the road to heaven, he has always wanted to call Long Ao a master, but Long Ao did not give him any opportunity to express gratitude and respect at all, every time he came in a hurry, and hurried away, not giving himself a chance to apprentice at all.

His idiot always made him feel very kind, as if his grandfather called him Hewazi, it was so familiar. It's just that he really can't remember that in his life, there was once such an old man as Long Ao who was like a relative.

……

In the midst of his thoughts, Zhang He was pulled back to reality by the overwhelming "buzzing" sound.

Mosquito plague!

Looking at the black clouds that were overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun, as if locusts were coming, making people dazzled, Zhang He suddenly burst into tears.

It turns out that TV is all a lie! Campfires simply don't keep themselves safe.

The black and oppressive mosquito clouds, like dark clouds blown by a strong wind, came overwhelmingly and engulfed Zhang He in an instant. Zhang He swore that he had never been so itchy in his life, and there was no place on his body that was not itchy; There is no place on the body that is not completely covered by mosquitoes, even the nostrils and lips are covered with mosquitoes.

Nima, my day!

Zhang He, who wanted to cry without tears, slapped his body like crazy, but under the stimulation of the bloody smell of wounds all over his body, the mosquitoes became crazy, and they slapped hundreds to death with one palm, but in an instant, thousands were replenished.

Zhang He finally understood what it meant to go forward and follow, and he couldn't stay by the fire for a moment.

Zhang He was like a frightened rabbit, one foot deep and one foot shallow, rushing into the unknown darkness like crazy.