There is always a little excitement to achieve the goal, has successfully opened a bullet, if you want not to waste such a precious thing, there is still a long way to go to stop the bleeding of the wild boar, fortunately did not throw away the broken lighter, he put the eggshell upright on the ground, the lid of the lighter was buckled, and the inspiration only thought of this method, took out the pulse lighter inside, and brushed the wire on it, although it was not clear to see, I had played like this many times before, and I could distinguish the various positions of the small igniter by feeling.

He pinched and pressed it tentatively twice with his fingers, and the arc of lightning struck its finger like a small lightning, and the pain spread from his numb fingers all over his body, making him feel like he was still alive, not yet a walking corpse, still a sentient being.

He wanted to sprinkle the medicine from the eggshell on the wound, but the blood was spraying out like a pillar, and he was not sure if he could achieve the desired effect, so he could only use one bullet, and he could not miss the slightest mistake, and he could not do it a second time, and the wolf was not sure how many wolf howls everywhere at that time, but there were few bullets left. He changed his mind and inserted the wires of the igniter directly into the eggshell, he was not sure if he could ignite the medicine in the eggshell, he had never played like this, and he had never heard of anyone playing like this, but he could only try it for the time being, as if he had no choice.

He only remembered that he had picked up Zidan when he was a child, lit a fire and burned them, it was a lot of smaller pistol bullets, and he was just naïve to get eggshells, but Zidan flew away in the fire, and when he opened the fire, there was nothing left in it, no eggshells he wanted, and there was not even a trace of the bullets flying away. He had also foolishly abused them in another way, digging a hole in the top of the bench and hitting the dot on the tail with a nail*, and had to admit that he was very naïve and bold in his thoughts when he was a bear child, and he finally got the eggshell of his dreams, at the cost of sacrificing the only intact stool in the school.

Click-

There was no burning, no flame as he wanted, not even a small arc in sight, he took the wire out of the eggshell and tried it, the arc like a needle into his finger. In such a dark night, a faint light is still very conspicuous.

He was terrified and began to be afraid, lest he be seen by the wolves who were hiding in the darkness, and heard, Oh my God! He was upset by his reckless behavior, why should he take such a big risk for a pig, why should he not care about the life or death of a pig at his own risk. Now if a wolf appears, even a weak wolf cub, it is easy to kill him.

He waited quietly for a while, it was quiet all around, nothing happened, his beating heart calmed down for a while, he picked up the eggshells and tried to set them on fire in his hand, but he still put them down, he hadn't lost his mind yet.

Click!

After pressing it a few times in a row, with huge psychological pressure, he seemed to have completed a difficult task, but there was still no flame coming out of the eggshell. At that moment he was furious, even more angry than fighting with the wolf, and he threw the lighter aside, picked up the eggshell and tried to throw it out several times.

If you don't save it, if you don't get it, you will die! How long can you live, an hour, a few hours, or a few days. There is no food, no water, no walking, and those wolves will come to the door sooner or later, and the end will be like lice on the monk's head.

Hum!

The boar snorted weakly, as if he was catching up and gasping before he died, as if he was comforting him, telling him not to blame himself for his death, and as if he was crying for help.

His heart softened, the flames of anger were extinguished, and he had to grope for the lighter he had discarded, his head was a mess, and he was not sure if he could find it, and even less sure that he would be able to achieve his goal.

The pig's blood kept squirting, as if a naughty child was deliberately aiming at his head, and his hair and head were even slimy on his face.

The temperature of the blood made him even more anxious to find the lighter, but fortunately he didn't throw him too far, and finally found it on the edge of a piece of rubble, and without hesitation, he felt the eggshell and stuffed the wire in

Pressed it a few times quickly, and this time he saw a pulse like lightning, two at once, and boom!

His eyes lit up suddenly, like fireworks spewing out of eggshells during the Spring Festival, and in the firelight he saw the eyes of a wild boar hidden deep in the folds of his face, which were a pair of dark and dull eyes, and there was no trace of pain, panic or excitement in his eyes to be cured immediately.

The fireworks lasted for more than ten seconds, from strong to weak, and finally slowly extinguished, returning to the point where nothing had happened. Only a dark red eggshell was left faintly shining.

It dragged the eggshell with stone chips, and if you looked closely, you could see that the boar's buttocks were covered with white bones, perhaps a bright red soaked in blood. But he could see the snow, and he pressed the eggshell to the place where the blood was spurting

Zizi Zizi –

He didn't dare to think about how painful the wild boar was at this time, for fear that his hand would shake and give up halfway. It barely hissed a few times, as if something was sticking to its throat, hoarse and suffocating.

The sound disappeared completely, and he slowly let go of his hand, the eggshell did not fall off, and stuck to the boar's buttocks, blocking the wound, and the blood column disappeared. He did it, he believed that this time the bleeding had completely stopped, he couldn't say whether he was happy or uncomfortable, calm as a lake of still water, his mind was free of distractions, and his brain was empty.

Really calmed down, doing nothing, he felt extremely empty at this time, his hand involuntarily reached into his arms and grabbed the broken jade wrapped in a napkin, thousands of thoughts suddenly poured into his mind, a cramp in his heart, I wanted to take it out and take a closer look, after so many experiences, are those fragments there? But I am afraid that I will accidentally lose a few pieces of the black light, and I will no longer be able to put together a complete one.

He sat quietly and recalled all the past from the beginning, as long as he could remember, the faces of almost all people in Erlongling flashed in his mind one after another, even if there were only fake old Taoists and fake monks who had seen one side, they bullied the people in the mountains with little knowledge, and coaxed them in all kinds of ways, and the purpose was also very simple, deceiving them of the poor Grandpa Mao, calligraphy and painting, porcelain, and bronze, they wanted everything, and they could exchange everything for a pack of panacea that could cure all diseases.

Thinking about it, he thought of Jiajia, thought of what happened in the city, thought of Qin Lu, thought of Li Xinyue, Wang Zixin, and old man Yang, and even the beggar Hou San'er in the park, remembered the heart-piercing words he said, his belief in living suddenly collapsed, and he put the muzzle of the gun in his mouth like an enchantment, his eyes flashed with a strange fierce light, and he stretched out his arm to pull the trigger, but his arm and hand in this posture did not have a gun length, and the trigger was in front of the middle finger but it was out of reach, he was angry, I don't know where I got the determination to die.,Put * on the ground and endure the severe pain all over my body.,I want to touch the trigger with my foot.。 Fortunately, his toes were able to fit into the gauntlet, and with a slight push on his toes, bullets would immediately erupt from the muzzle of the gun, and his head would be torn apart in an instant.

He closed his eyes tightly and gasped hard, his body trembled involuntarily, and his hands were holding the barrel of the gun, the muzzle of which was tightly pressed against his palate. He wanted to take a good look at the world before he died, but it was dark all around, and he couldn't see anything, he wanted to shout a few times to vent, but he was afraid of inviting wolves, he wanted to keep a whole corpse, since the dead had no dignity, he should not be disturbed after death.

The boar's breathing changed from faint to rapid, and it moved its limbs slightly, and the broken grass under him made a rustling sound, and its body trembled like a cough, but it did not make a sound.