The cold man made a mistake, stood on a branch on the top of the tree, and then jumped forward with all his might, and pounced on a tree in front of him.

He fell to the top of the tree opposite, then grabbed the branch and climbed up.

At this time, the tiger hiding in the woods behind heard the noise and immediately stood up and ran quickly towards this side.

When it got there, it also seemed to notice that the cold man had changed places, and was a little angry, playing in circles under the tree where the cold man was.

The grim man ignored it, then climbed to the end of the branch, leaned over and reached for some of the red fruit growing around the tree in front of him.

The tiger under the tree didn't know what he was going to do, and roared in a low voice to startle him.

I was a little sweaty for the cold man, who was sitting on a very small branch, and if he was crushed, he would fall and it would be a tiger's meal.

I don't know what grows on that tree that would make a cold man risk his life to pick it.

Fortunately, the cold man finally dragged the vine in front of him, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He sat down on the top of the tree, plucked the red fruit from the stem, held it in his hand, looked at the tiger under him, leaned against the tree and began to close his eyes.

I was a little puzzled at the time, I didn't know which one the cold man was singing, and he worked hard to pick the fruit and didn't eat it.

Seeing that he had not moved, the tiger slowly ran away again, not knowing which side of the bush he had hidden.

When I saw it like this, I not only wanted to laugh, but animals are animals, and even if they are smart, they are far from humans.

Seeing that the tiger was gone, the cold man suddenly shouted softly at me.

I quickly turned my head to look at him, and he pointed to the wolf meat wrapped in leaves in my hand and motioned to throw it to him.

I saw that the distance was a little far, and I couldn't help but beat a little drum in my heart, afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch it.

I looked down at the tree, then climbed up the longest branch on the side.

I was startled and quickly stabilized myself, then looked up at the cold man, raised the meat in my hand, and threw it at him.

I didn't control the force well when I threw it, and when I saw that I was about to fall into the hands of the cold man, I suddenly touched a leaf on the side, and then the momentum changed and I fell down.

The cold man's eyes were quick, his body slammed up, and then he grabbed the flesh in his hand, wrapped his legs around the branch, and shook his head down, without falling.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly I felt like a so-called pig-like teammate.

After the cold man returned to the branch, he opened the meat, and then mashed the red fruit and smeared it on top of the wolf meat.

He didn't have any left, all of it was smeared on top of the wolf meat.

When he had finished it, he stood up and shook the branch violently.

The tiger, which was hiding in the grass, got up and rushed at us when he heard the movement.

The cold man glanced down at him, then threw the wolf meat in his hand to the side.

The wolf meat landed on the ground and made a snap, and the tiger quickly got up and rushed over.

When it arrived, it sniffed the meat in front of it, then opened its mouth and began to eat.

Seeing that it began to eat, the cold man breathed a sigh of relief.

A piece of wolf meat weighing a few pounds was eaten by the tiger in the blink of an eye.

After eating, it was still a little unsatisfied, looked up at us, walked over slowly, and opened its mouth and roared.

The piece of wolf meat seemed to arouse his hunger, and it roared in a low voice as it circled underneath, looking very restless.

The cold man kept staring at it, observing its state.

The tiger spun around below, and suddenly slowed down, and slowly fell to the ground, hung its head, and then tilted to the side, closed its eyes, and seemed to sleep.

The grim man smiled at the corners of his mouth, and then suddenly slid down the tree.

I sweated for him.

He walked up to the tiger, and the tiger didn't wake up.

He took out his short dagger and stabbed it hard at the tiger's throat.

The sleeping tiger roared violently and tried to get up, but could not get up.

The cold man hurriedly jumped back two steps, and when he saw that the tiger did not get up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then picked up the wooden stick on the side, pointed the sharpened one into the tiger's eyes, and stabbed it fiercely.

I quickly turned my head away, I couldn't bear to look at it.

Suddenly there was a scream from the tiger, and then the body tossed a few times, and there was no movement.

I knew that the red fruit he had just picked was certainly not an ordinary fruit, and it might have a certain paralyzing effect.

I turned my head to look, and saw that the tiger that was still showing off its might just now was lying on the ground and had not moved.

I slid down the trunk, picked up my boots and put them on, and walked over to the cold man.

The cold man pulled out the dagger stuck in the tiger's throat, and then turned the tiger's neck over, and we both looked together, and saw that it also had the same light blue pattern under its neck as the wolves.

The cold man and I looked up at each other, and there was a bit of solemnity in our eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder why there were wild beasts everywhere we went, and how we happened to encounter them, and they were still marked.

So I made a bold guess at the time, these wolves and tigers were not released a long time ago, but just released, and they were released for the two of us.

That is to say, wherever the two of us went, they put those two animals there.

No wonder I heard the roar of the helicopter all the time, and I thought they were trying to get us back.

But what puzzled me was that if they wanted to put the beast close to us, they must know where we were, so on what basis did they know our whereabouts?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sink in my heart, raised my head and turned around to look around, thinking to myself how capable they are to monitor us in real time.

I thought it would be like on TV, there was a camera in the jungle or something, but we observed it when we came by plane, and it was far enough away from the base that even if it was a wire, it wouldn't be so far, and I did, and there was no trace of a wire at all.

When the cold man saw me standing on the ground in a daze, he called out to me and motioned for me to continue walking.

I shook my head at him.

If we can't find out how they know where we are, it doesn't matter how far we go.

The cold man looked at me with some confusion, but seeing that I hadn't left, he also stood still and didn't move.

I thought back carefully, from the time they took me out yesterday morning to now in the jungle, trying to remember the scenes carefully.

Suddenly, my heart moved, and I looked down at the boots on my feet.

I sat down quickly, took off my boots, and then reached out to the cold man, motioning for him to give me the dagger in his hand.

The cold man was a little surprised, but he walked over and handed me the dagger.

Because it is to cut wolf meat and kill tigers, this dagger is already a little curled at this time, but it is still possible to pry a shoe.

I stuck the dagger into the heel of my shoe and slammed it away.

The heel fell off and there was nothing under the shoe.

I didn't give up, so I picked up the other one and pried the heel off.

Then I saw a chip the size of a little thumb belly inside, with a small red light on it, flashing and flashing.

The faces of both me and the cold man suddenly changed.

No wonder they were able to find our location, it turns out that the main purpose of the boots is to track us.

When the cold man saw this, he quickly took out his boots as well, and then pried it with a dagger, and a small tracker came into view.

With an angry face, the grim man took out the tracker and threw it on the ground, then picked up a rock and threatened to smash it.

When I saw it, I grabbed him by the arm, and he looked up at me suspiciously, and I shook my head at him, and then looked up.

Suddenly, my face changed, and I pointed forward.

The cold man quickly stood up and looked ahead.

I saw a gray bird standing in the tree in front of me, whose name I couldn't name.

I waved at him and hurriedly ran forward, and the cold man knew what I meant in an instant and quickly followed.