Driving a flat boat, the oars plucked the slowly flowing river, I don't know how far I have traveled, and where is it now?

When I was thirsty, I scooped up the full river water with Andrew's helmet and drank a few sips, and when I was hungry, the two fish fillets barely supported me. More time is used to meditate, the two of them don't say anything to each other, maybe they know each other too much, and they say too much, so they have nothing to say now.

I sat in the bow of the boat, and he sat in the stern, and there was a damp smell on the river, and he shrunk in the stern, and from time to time he tightened the sheepskin that was clasped over his body, and his lips were blue with blood from the excessive bleeding and pain.

I can't let him starve, at least the wounded must be fed up in time. I saved the fish for Andrew, but it didn't satisfy the appetite of a grown man. What's more, Andrew is immortal, and surviving is already God's infinite tolerance, and I can't let Andrew face the risk of leaving me because of this casual negligence and mistake.

"Goo-goo..."

In the midst of that strange silence, I heard the thunderous sound of my stomach protesting, and I was sure it wasn't mine, for my stomach had no strength to scream a few hours ago!

"Andrew, let's go to the shore!"

I asked him with a smile, and before he could reply, I had already picked up the oars and started paddling hard, a reminder rather than a question. The boat in the middle of the river began to slowly deflect its course, and began to gradually approach the riverbank.

Slowly, the current slowed down, and it came to shore,

"Squeak!"

The boat docked, and I jumped off the boat, leaving Andrew on board. There was no rope to tie the boat, so I grabbed the bow and dragged it ashore. The shore is empty, and the layers of woods in front of me block my view, this is a wild land, a land that has not been developed by civilization, leaving me only full of confusion. Only the light that flickered in the bushes suggested that the road ahead of me was not as bad as I thought.

Where do I go? What should I do? One question after another was in front of me, and I couldn't help but clench the short horse gun in my hand, it was the only weapon I had to hunt and hunt, and I really couldn't find and think of any creature living in the woods that I could catch up with and stab to death with a riding spear.

If I meet wolves, there are packs of wolves, it's not strange to be in such a forest, and if I do, then I will definitely meet their appetite.

A few steps further, I looked back at Andrew, who was also looking at me, but lying on the boat, with his head on the side of the boat and the planks supporting him.

"Get on your stomach, don't let the medicine fall off! Wait for me to come back. ”

I told him, and when I saw him nod, I walked into the woods worriedly.

It's already afternoon, and despite the thinness of my clothes, I don't feel the slightest hint of cold. I lifted my riding gun, held it tightly in my hand, and used the tip of the spear to remove the bushes that blocked my view, and every time I landed, there was a rustle of dead leaves.

Everything around was strange, and there was a faint stench in the air, I think it must be the smell of rotting leaves. I didn't care that much, the hunger in my belly made it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else, and I looked around, trying to find the right prey.

But in this empty forest, there was not the slightest sound, not even a bird's call, and I thought in my heart that there would be many animals in the vibrant woods, but now everything seemed to be dead.

Why? Just as all people ask questions when they encounter such a situation, I also asked myself in my heart, why, what happened, or did God think that I should die, and deliberately dispersed the birds and beasts in the woods to make me endure endless hunger?

"I'm thinking about it again!"

I stroked my forehead and complained, I don't know when the atheism in my heart gradually faltered. Now, when I feel the slightest discomfort and pain in my words and deeds, as long as I feel the slightest discomfort and pain, I will start to complain, and then I will start to feel that God is unfair to me, and then all this is God's will.

"You're a staunch atheist, Liu Ende!"

I began to remind myself that I must have been too lonely, and I began to talk to myself. As we continued to move forward, the unpleasant smell in the air grew thicker and thicker, and by this time we had entered the depths of the dense forest.

"Let's go..."

Suddenly, I heard a violent shaking sound in front of me, like the sound of a behemoth running past the branches of the bush. The sudden sound of the sound really startled me, and I hurriedly raised my short rifle and made a round round, for fear that I had just gotten a crow's mouth, and that if a wolf appeared in the woods, I would be able to pronounce me dead.

But it wasn't as bad as I thought, because I saw a sturdy stag nearly fifty meters away from me, foraging in the jungle. Startled by my exploration, it kept trying to keep a safe distance from me, occasionally lowering its head to graze and leaves. And stare at me with one eye.

Whatever other people think when they encounter this situation, this guy is a big piece of roast meat that moves in my eyes. Look, look at that muscular body, oh, I really want to pounce on its thigh and bite hard.

The stag was still grazing with its head bowed in place, its ears swaying from time to time, it must be watching me.

How could I just give up so delicious? It was the only prey I had ever seen, and I leaned down and slowly approached the stag, standing on tiptoe and walking with a gentle grip for fear of disturbing the delicacy that was about to reach my mouth.

The predator was always alert, and when I was less than twenty meters away from him, the slightest sound that I could barely hear was clearly heard by the stag twenty meters away. It jerked its head up, its eyes fixed on me, and I immediately froze in place, not daring to move, to go to a statue.

One person, one deer, confronted in this dense forest, and I had no hunting experience at all, so I had no other way but to be in a daze.

The deer seemed to have given up its guard against me, and it lowered its head again, but its ears were still not lowered from the high tree ground. What is it about the delicacy that makes it so lingering? It's not going to leave, and maybe I still have a slight chance of success.

I held my breath and continued onward, looking for a path in the middle of the jungle where there were no other branches or leaves, and slowly moving forward at almost a turtle speed. It's right in front of you, right in front of you!