The gun in the scrivener's hand went off, and he was less than ten meters away from the two-headed snake, a distance that made it almost impossible for him to miss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAlthough the two-headed snake is fast, it is not as fast as a bullet after all. The warhead accurately penetrated the neck of the two-headed snake, and the powerful impact caused the two-headed snake to fly far backwards and land in the grass across the stream. The creature apparently didn't die that easily, his body tossed and turned in the grass, rolled up and stretched out, and rolled up again......

The scrivener picked up Rena and ran back, he threw the clothes to her, and he quickly put them on. The sound of gunfire will draw enemies and unknown dangers to you, and you must leave as soon as possible. The scrivener made a code on the ground and pulled Rena into the dense forest quickly. In the afternoon, the rainforest is as hot as a steamer, and the dense leaves are like a giant pot lid, and the sunlight cannot enter and the water vapor cannot evaporate. The sun-dried clothes were quickly soaked with sweat, and it was physically exhausting to travel in this environment, and after a while, Reina couldn't walk, and her clothes stuck to her body, like a water man. She gestured to the scrivener and motioned to sit down and rest. The scrivener disagreed, it was not far from the clearing, and it would be easy for the natives to find it if they carried out a dragnet search.

The scrivener made a movement to carry her, signaling that he could carry her. Rena shook her head, struggling to get up from the ground, barely taking a few steps, and soon couldn't hold it anymore, leaning against a large tree and panting. The scrivener turned around and picked Rena up and strode forward.

The scorching sun is in the sky, the water on her body evaporates quickly, Rena's body is hot and has symptoms of heat stroke, the most important thing is to find a water source as soon as possible to cool down the body and replenish water.

The road ahead was getting harder and harder, and I stepped on it and sank into half of my calf. The scrivener judged that it should have reached the edge of a swamp, and further on, there should be stagnant water. He crouched down and put Rena down and patted her on the shoulder, waking her up. It took a while for Rena to slowly open her eyes, her blue eyes drifting away. The scrivener told her that she must not sleep, and that if she fell asleep, she might be eaten by ants and leeches, so he went to the front to find water and came back soon. Rena nodded hard, seemingly understanding the scrivener's words.

The scrivener placed the pistol in Rena's hand and continued to search for water on her own. The further you go, the deeper the mud gets, until it sinks into your knees. The scrivener does not dare to go any further, and every step may be lost. Fetching water was much more difficult than he thought. He looked around, and a few animal footprints appeared not far to the left, stretching out in a zigzag way. Animals also drink water, and the path they travel is the safest.

The scrivener continued to follow the footprints of the animals, and sure enough, a large pond appeared, surrounded by dense footprints, large and small, which is the source of water for many animals. The scrivener took the kettle from his waist and filled it with clear liquid. Raise your head and fill yourself with water. Cool silk liquid flows through the body, and every cell is active. This kettle was originally intended for wine, but later changed to water. After entering Savage Mountain, a lot of equipment was thrown away, but the water bottle was not thrown, and it turned out that he was right, and it was not uncommon to die due to lack of water in the rainforest.

The scrivener didn't dare to delay, picked up the kettle and walked back quickly. Fortunately, Rena was still awake, and when she saw the scrivener box back, the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile. The scrivener pointed the kettle at her mouth, and the clear liquid slowly flowed into her body, and the person suddenly felt refreshed. He rubbed some more water on her face to physically cool down. Whenever a comrade-in-arms falls down from heat stroke, the hygienist is this set of treatment methods, and I don't know if it works.

The scrivener sat down next to Rena and helped her unbutton the top of her clothes to dissipate the heat from her body. Rena leaned against the scrivener, staring blankly at the trunk of a tree next to her, where ants were carrying food back and forth. The ants in the Savage Mountains are surprisingly large, at least several times larger than the domestic ants.

Finally got through the hottest part of the day, the sun was in the west, and it could get dark at any time. The scrivener supported Rena around the edge of the swamp, which was obviously not a good place to spend the night, and had to find a suitable place to rest before dark. Rena was very weak, and the scrivener had to continue to carry her. Her chest was close to his back, soft, if he was placed in normal times, he would definitely be like an electric shock, but not now, a person on the verge of despair, he would not have any other thoughts than to survive.

A person in a primeval forest is like a fish in the sea, and the vast environment is terrifying. The scenery around is exactly the same, and the sense of direction is completely lost. The scrivener did not dare to guarantee that he was not going around in circles, and his instinct for survival told him that he could not stop for a moment, and that he had to find a place to stay before dark. The night was the most unpeaceful, and the beasts, ants, and mosquitoes were all eyeing him, and he did not dare to guarantee that he would see the sun tomorrow.

A small hill appeared in front of it, and the rubble on the ground began to increase. The scrivener box is excited, where there are mountains, there are caves, and there is the most ideal place to stay. The soil around the rocks is poor, not suitable for the growth of towering trees, and the upper, middle and lower layers of vegetation have become two layers. The sound of spring water was heard in the distance, and the scrivener thought that it would be better to drink some water first, and walked in the direction of the spring water with Rena on his back. Climb over a small ridge and enter a very special grove. It is special because this grove is entirely composed of a large banyan tree, with thick branches that extend far and horizontally, crisscrossing in all directions, and the branches are rooted, and the hanging roots are dense, some reaching the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and some are only equivalent to the fingers.

The scrivener fell in love with this big banyan tree, and there is really no good place to spend the night, and it is not bad on this tree. The mountains here are higher and more ventilated, and there are much fewer mosquitoes than at the bottom of the mountain. The spring water flows along the edge of the banyan tree, nourishing the thousand-year-old tree. The scrivener put Rena by the creek and walked with her gun into the depths of the banyan forest, where in the middle of the grove was the trunk of the banyan tree, which required six people to surround it. Looking at the giant tree in front of him, the scrivener was in awe, and there was an urge to kneel. In the tropical rainforest of survival of the fittest, this old banyan tree has survived tenaciously, multiplied countless children and grandchildren, and has its own territory.

The trunk of the banyan tree is so old that the middle part has decayed, forming a black hole in the tree. The scrivener box is a sight to behold, and spending the night in a tree hollow may be a good option. He went back to tell Rena the good news, and although she couldn't understand him, she could tell from her expression that he was happy.

Rena also gets excited when she sees the hole in the tree, and struggles to get inside. The scrivener box was pulled in, and now it can't be entered, and no one dares to guarantee that there are no snakes, poisonous spiders and other things in it. He and Rena split up and found some dry twigs and dried moss to pile up next to the hollow. The scrivener takes off the two bullets, dismantles the warhead, sprinkles the powder on the dried moss, and then hits each other with pebbles and daggers, and the sparks ignite the powder, and the flame of the powder ignites the dry and fluffy moss. The flame slowly rises.

The scrivener constantly blows air on the campfire to minimize the smoke, which is easy for enemies to spot before it gets dark. Rena continued to collect dry firewood around, the nights were long, and a lot of dry firewood was needed. Under the smoke of the bonfire, there was movement in the tree hole, and many small insects quickly crawled out and fled in all directions. Some spiders couldn't stand the fire and fell off the way to escape, falling into the campfire with a slight pop. Fire is nothing short of destroying them. A large cyan snake crawled out of the hole in the tree without any suffering, but it could not pass through the bonfire outside. Anxiously turning around, finally not having the courage to step over the campfire, until he was roasted alive at the mouth of the cave.

The scrivener picks out the snake with a twig, and maybe it can be used as a dinner.

The sun completely sets on the other side of the mountain, and the trees immediately darken, the chirping of birds disappears, and the rainforest becomes quiet. The scrivener and Rena used twigs to move the campfire into the hollow of the tree, and they were afraid to make sure that there were no fish in it, and they needed to roast it for a while. The scrivener covers the campfire with damp twigs and moss, and the smoke billows out, reducing the chance of exposing the target, and fumigating out the potentially dangerous creatures in the tree hole.

Snap, a larger snake fell from above the hollow of the tree, and this guy was twice as big as the one earlier. The serpent fell into the fire and twisted its body wildly, and the dry wood and charcoal were stirred to pieces. This guy didn't want to abandon his nest and went back and forth in the hollow of the tree, and despite the scars on his body, he was unwilling to escape. The arm-thick body kept slapping against the four walls, making a dull thumping sound.

The muzzle of the scrivener was always aimed at the big snake, and if it dared to attack, he would shoot it in the head as soon as possible. But he doesn't do that easily, the gunshots at night can be heard far away, and if you want to get a good night's sleep, it's best not to make any noise.

The serpent finally couldn't take it anymore and crawled out of the cave with its twisted body. At this time, it has no interest in hunting for food, and obliviously ignores the scrivener box, and hurriedly crawls into the distance. The scrivener lifted a stone and smashed it at the snake's head, which smashed very positively, and the snake's crawling speed slowed down suddenly. The guy was visibly enraged and spat out long letters towards the scrivener. The scrivener was secretly frightened, such a heavy stone didn't kill it, and it must have caused trouble.

The scrivener picked up the gun, and the only way to shoot was if he had to. The snake's blood-red eyes stared at him, and the scales on his body shone with a faint green light. Like the Great Banyan Tree, it has survived in this territory for many, many years. The scrivener winked at Rena, motioning for her to stay away, this guy was crazy enough to swallow people. At this moment, the serpent struck the scrivener like a green lightning bolt. He instinctively flashed to the side, and a fishy smell penetrated his nostrils, almost choking him. The serpent crushed the scrivener, its body curled up around him.