Ansu cut off a large thorn on the relatively short stem of the giant cactus, and then cut off the green flesh little by little, caught it with his hands, and squeezed out the juice and dripped it into his mouth. The sticky juice of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info soothed the wounds caused by thirst, and the tip of An Su's tongue actually tasted a hint of sweetness. There were green pieces left in her hand, and Ansu applied them to the sunburned area, and her parched skin was finally relieved. After so many days of crawling and rolling, Ansu seems to have been made of clay, and now it is coated with green cactus juice, like a moving tree man, but Ansu can't care so much, the moisture from the cactus awakens her stomach, and now it is like a hungry child, in urgent need of food.

There must have been a large river that passed through here, or maybe it was a seasonal river, and its source was in those rocky mountains. Ansu walked on the dry riverbed, with sparse vegetation on both sides, yellow and emaciated, and it could be seen that the living environment here was still grim, but it was still much better than the deserts that Ansu had passed through before. The sand in this valley is noticeably lighter in color and closer to transparent. The temperature has also dropped, but it is also in the 50s, but it is no problem to walk in the daytime. Compared to the desert that Ansu had walked in before, it was simply two different worlds. The sparse vegetation gave her great confidence that the edge of the desert might be near.

There were some huge gray-white rocks standing in the riverbed, and Ansu squatted down and began to dig sand at the bottom of one piece, and in the desert, the dry riverbed was also a place to find water. The huge rock mass blocks out the scorching sun, and the sand below is noticeably cooler than outside. Ansu kept digging down with both hands, and the further down she went, she could feel the moisture getting heavier and heavier, and between her fingers she could feel the sticky feeling of water mixed with dirt.

After digging for more than a meter, water seeped out of the gravel and dirt, and gathered at the bottom of the pit into a bowl mouth-sized puddle. The muddy water mixed with the sand was muddy, and Ansu carefully took out the muddy water and poured it out ruthlessly, she didn't use it to scrub her body, although the mud shell on her body made her feel uncomfortable, but it also greatly reduced the risk of being burned by the sun. After pouring the water twice, the water in the bunker became a little clearer. Ansu searched around and found a hollow branch inside, which had been polished smooth by running water and gravel. Ansu used the branch as a straw to poke into the puddle.

The cool water soothes every cell of the body, and even gives Ansu a feeling of rejuvenation. She exhaled heavily, leaned against the rock, and saw that the red desert where she had come was only a few small red dots, like a long memory, vaguely remembering a few words. When she thinks about that experience now, she doesn't remember much, the only thing that impresses her the most is:

Stay alive!

Those three words had been traced in her mind for an unknown number of times, and they had been deeply engraved into her soul, becoming a powerful belief that supported her weakened body step by step out of the land of death.

When the last rays of light disappeared into the horizon, darkness quickly reigned, and after a while, the surroundings slowly lit up with a faint light, as if covered with a light veil. The ground was cold and black, with only a few small points of light flickering.

The surroundings sank into darkness, and the temperature dropped suddenly, falling from more than fifty degrees to a few degrees at once, Ansu was shivering from the cold, she dug a shallow pit in a higher place, covered with animal skins and wrapped in fish skin canvas still felt a slight chill like a cold needle, the fish skin canvas has now become a blanket, and it can't resist too much sunlight and cold. The night was destined to be difficult. There were occasional small sounds in the night, and the night was lively compared to the dead silence of the flaming desert. Ansu regretted a little that she didn't do some traps and could only continue to starve. Reaching out and rubbing her stomach, which was starting to throb again, Ansu forced herself to close her eyes and sleep.

ANSUL is extremely adaptable and can adapt to the reality in a very short period of time. Since darkness dominates the night, you have to travel during the day, find a place to avoid the midday sun at noon, and then set out again. It's best to be able to travel early in the morning, you can see the road and the temperature hasn't risen back yet.

When the eastern sky was still slightly white, An Su had already woken up, although the night was cold, but it was the first time she had slept better in so many days, and she actually entered a state of light sleep.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find a scorpion about the size of three fingers and a long stinging tail hidden in the crack of the stone, holding it high menacingly, as if I already knew that danger was imminent.

Ansu picked it out of the crack in the stone with a wooden stick, and the guy didn't rush up and sting her when he hit the ground, but turned his head and ran. Ansu was quick to see it, pressed it with a wooden stick, pulled out his knife and cut off its tail needle before reaching out and pinching the whole scorpion, shaking off the sand on its body before eating it. At first, it had a prickly sensation when chewing, and it was the shell scraping the flesh in the mouth, but it was not very sharp and could be eaten by biting. Its meat has no pungent taste, and the whole is edible, but it is still too little.

Ansu broke a few branches that were soft and tough like sand willows, smashed them flat with stones like a brush, and then moistened his mouth with water. When conditions permit, it is best to keep the person clean and healthy to improve the chances of survival. If you are already in a desperate situation, then you don't care so much, and survival is the most important thing.

The puddle dug yesterday was filled with water again, reflecting the morning light like a large drop of crystal dew. There are some imperceptible small paw prints on the edge of the puddle, presumably from last night when small animals came to drink water, but fortunately they are more civilized and did not leave anything in them. Ansu filled the only remaining water bladder with water, and she didn't eat the one, perhaps pretending that there was still water, retaining a glimmer of hope.

Ansu walks up the dry riverbed, no matter where the river is, the highway is a way to save time to get out. However, not every river is mild, it depends on the situation, and if you are still walking along the mountain river when the rainstorm comes, you are looking for death. The river will swell in an instant, washing people away, don't leave anything to chance.

The further up the hill he went, the more large and small stones of all shapes and sizes took up, and now Ansu was stepping on hard, cracked dirt instead of a soft desert, and each step raised a small patch of dust, but it was much better to walk in the mud than in the sand.