The clouds cleared, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, and it became hot. Both www.biquge.info of them were awakened by the heat, and they were all wet, and they couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain. The scrivener checked the items, except for the spear and pistol and a knife, all but that, the compass was gone, and the medicine was gone. Oh, and there's a steel helmet on his head, which is the only thing he has. He told Rena to stay still and climb a large tree to see what was going on.

It had just rained, the visibility was very good, the mountains and forests were endless, and everywhere was green, and people were like a small fish in the green ocean. The sun hung high in the sky, shining hotly on the earth, the scrivener was completely disoriented, and a sense of confusion rose in his heart, could he get out of this forest? The shrubs on the left are sparse, the ground is thick with moss, and swamps are unlikely.

The scrivener came down from the tree and led Rena towards the sparse bushes. Along the way, I used a dagger to make some marks on the trunk of the tree, which was obviously of little use, but I did it out of habit. The moss under my feet has grown for I don't know how many years, and it is completely covered with mud and rocks, and it is very practical to step on, which is much easier than walking on the mud.

Rena suddenly grabbed the scrivener's arm and muttered something in her mouth, gesturing with both hands. The scrivener immediately understood that he had leeches on him. In the early morning, late afternoon or after the rain, swarms of leeches will crawl out of the mud and cling to the branches and leaves of the bushes, and these bloodthirsty little things will climb up in time when people or animals pass by.

Rena asked the scrivener to crouch down and crouched herself, slapping his face lightly with one hand. The scrivener was speechless, and the leeches crawled on his face and didn't notice it. Although leeches are small, they are not small, they will burrow into human muscle tissue, suck blood frantically, and even pass through the muscle tissue of the human body into the internal organs, which is fatal.

Rena gently patted the scrivener's face, and under the continuous vibration, the leech finally fell from her face, and the small gray insect turned blood red. The scrivener stomped on it, and the green moss was imprinted with a cloud of blood red. This method of dealing with leeches was bought with the lives of countless soldiers. At the beginning, leeches burrowed into the skin, and the soldiers pulled them directly with their hands, and the leeches were pulled in two, and the head of the leeches remained in the human muscle tissue, which was full of germs, increasing the chance of infection. Some fighters had ulcerated skin as a result, while others contracted dengue fever and malaria.

Rena took two more leeches from the scrivener and made sure they were clean before letting go. The wound of the leech's bite was bleeding nonstop, but it could only be put first, and the medicine had already fallen on the road. The mouth of leeches is very dirty and carries a lot of germs. Rena pointed her warm lips to the wound in the scrivener and sucked hard, trying to suck out the blood with germs, but she didn't know if it worked. The scrivener closed his eyes slightly, realizing what this woman had done for herself. He admires Rena very much, she can survive in such a sinister environment, she is not a simple woman. You know, those male soldiers who are much stronger than her have fallen forever in this Jedi.

Rena spat the blood she had sucked out on the ground, leaving a bright red on the corner of her mouth, and the scrivener was reminiscent of a Western horror legend: vampires.

"You're just a pretty vampire." The scrivener said to Rena.

Rena apparently didn't understand the scrivener, let alone that he was joking with her. Blue eyes stared curiously at the scrivener, thinking that she had sucked too hard and hurt him. It was much softer when it was sucked in again.

After all the remedies were done, the scrivener turned around and examined Rena, but there were no on the face, but two were found in the neck. Rena wrapped herself tightly, with only her head exposed, and even then she was not spared. The scrivener made her tilt her head, stretched out her hand and patted it gently, and the leech was shaken off, leaving two blood holes. The scrivener knelt on the ground, buried his head in the wound and sucked Yun, sucking not only the salty blood into his mouth, but also the faint breath of a woman. He had been with her for many days, and it was the first time he had been so intimate. I remember when I first met Rena, she was as proud as a phoenix, and she didn't take the Chinese soldiers in her eyes at all. When the Times Bookbox thought more than once that if he had the opportunity, he would teach this Englishwoman a good lesson. In retrospect, how ridiculous the idea was.

Trees compete for sunlight, crowding every space, and the sun hangs high overhead, but almost no light reaches the ground. The scrivener felt a little tighter on his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver a little. Only then did I realize that my clothes were wet and the heat generated by my body could not be retained. Rena clasped her hands on her chest, shivering.

If you look around at the scrivener, the light is strong in front of the left, and you should be able to see the sun. He made a departure gesture to Rena, and the two of them hobbled towards the sunny spot. After walking about 300 meters, a clearing appeared. Strips of stones are scattered across the ground, blocking the growth of plants and leaving a rare area of sunlight. Rena rushed over happily, enjoying the warmth of the sun. The scrivener stood on the rocks, looking around vigilantly. It is unusual for these stones to appear here, because there are no mountains nearby, and the stones are in the shape of regular strips, and the traces of artificial carving are obvious. He deduced that this place should be an abandoned human building, very old, because many of the stones were covered with moss, showing a strong sense of vicissitudes, and the edges and corners of the stones were blurred by the rain.

The scrivener climbed to the top of the ruins, condescending, a sense of shock arose, scattered stones criss-crossed, occupying thousands of square meters of space, so many stones from afar, what a huge project. It's not inhabitable here, so why is this building for? He looked at the surface of the stone again, and where the moss could not cover it, some stone carvings were faintly visible.

The scrivener became interested and peeled off the moss with a knife, revealing a relatively complete stone carving. The pattern is very strange, zigzag like a snake, the scrivener thinks it is not a snake, how can it have two heads if it is a snake? He peeled off the moss from a few more stones, revealing the same pattern. The scrivener box has a preliminary judgment, perhaps it is the totem of an ancient tribe.

"Hey......" A woman's voice came from below, it was Rena, she was waving at the bookbox, her clothes had been taken off and hung on the branches of the tree to dry. The scrivener confirmed that there was no obvious danger around, and stepped on the rocks to walk down the ruins. The sun is strong, and it's hot and comfortable to shine on. At this time, Rena was lying on the rocks, enjoying the sun, completely ignoring the existence of the scrivener. She had endured the heat and humidity for so many days, and now she was finally able to release her grievances.

Rena stretched her body, exposing her festering skin to the sun as much as possible, and there were many ulcers on her body, most of which were bleeding pus, and only a few places began to scab over. The scrivener secretly sighed that Rena had endured several times more torture than them, and it was difficult for her to survive it. The scrivener chopped a branch with a dagger and placed it between him and Rena, then took off his clothes and put them on to form a simple partition.

The skin dries quickly in the sun, and every pore opens up, making it extremely comfortable. A breeze blew, and a slight fishy smell came from next door. It's Rena, the smell of pus coming from the pus-draining part of her body. The scrivener felt sorry for Rena, such a delicate woman, it was hard to imagine that the unpleasant smell emanated from her.

Rena lifted the partition and poked her head to the side of the scrivener, muttering something. The scrivener stared at him for a long time and didn't understand. Rena simply pulled him to his feet, pointed to the distance, and then to her body, and made a scrubbing motion. The scrivener understood, Rena wanted to take a bath, and she rolled in the muddy water for a long time, and the smell on her body was not very good.

The two of them had crossed a stream as they walked into the open field, and Rena wanted to go over to take a bath. The scrivener had no reason to object, throwing her a pistol. Rena walked towards the creek with her gun, her hips twisting back and forth rhythmically, and the scrivener couldn't help but look at it a few more times. A slight abdominal pain hit his heart, and he had to withdraw his eyes, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach was protesting. He looked around with his gun, but found nothing edible and had to walk to the edge of the woods, where he might be able to find some mushrooms.

There were all kinds of weeds growing at the edge of the woods, but there were no mushrooms, but I stumbled upon some animal droppings. The large animals in the rainforest also need sunlight, and this great place to bask in the sun is certainly no stranger to animals. The scrivener box is alert, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. He walked briskly towards Reina's place, he couldn't wash for too long, Savage Mountain was not a place to enjoy life. Halfway through, a scream came from the creek. The scrivener couldn't help but run, it was Rena, she must have encountered something terrible.

The creek is not wide, enough for one person to cross it. Rena slumped on the edge of the stream, her body curled up in a ball, her eyes fixed on the water. The scrivener pointed at the gun with a gun, and there was a snake floating one meter away from Reina, the front half of the snake body stood on the surface of the water like a wooden stick, staring at Rena, and spit out two thin and long snake hyacinths from his mouth. That's right, it's two, this snake has two heads.

Rena was a soldier, and a snake wasn't enough to scare her so much, but if it was a two-headed snake, it was a different story. The scrivener thought of the pattern on the stone, the two-headed snake, yes, it is! Seeing the scrivener appear, Rena twisted her body and desperately stepped back. The two-headed snake, which had been standing upright, was unwilling to let its prey slip away, and suddenly flew towards Rena's body like a black lightning bolt.