The wolves were approaching, and the green light stood out in the night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOne, two, three...... Eight, no, nine! Maybe more out of sight! The scrivener counted the remaining bullets, and there was still a surplus if there were 100 shots. Rena was also calm, and the Garand rifle in her hand kept moving slowly, always aiming at the nearest wolf.

The night was still quiet, suffocatingly quiet. The scrivener could sense beads of sweat on Rena's body, and her smooth body was sweating. He patted her on the shoulder with his free hand, signaling her composure. They have guns in their hands, enough to destroy all the enemies who come to them. Rena clings to the scrivener and thinks of him as her backbone.

Oh...... The shrill screams pierced the sky, a demonstration, and a clarion call for attack. Several black shadows jumped towards the clearing in front of the banyan tree at the same time, and the green light was clearer, and the taste of bloodthirsty could be read.

Rena's body tensed, and the muzzle of the gun pulled the trigger on the nearest guy. The scrivener hurriedly pressed her hand, and the trigger finally didn't go down. He made a pause, motioning for Rena not to move. Rena let go of her finger that was holding the trigger, worried that she didn't know what the scrivener was up to.

A wolf leaped into the air, made an arc in the air, and landed next to the serpent. Bite the belly of the big snake at great speed. The serpent was not yet dead, writhing violently, its long tail slapping the attacked abdomen with all its might. The wolf was shot far away by the powerful impact, rolled on the ground, and then rushed again. Soon the second and third wolves flew over and bit different parts of the serpent.

The serpent rolled desperately, trying to shake the wolves out. If it weren't for the fact that his life was in danger, these guys in front of him would not pose any threat to it. The wolves are very tenacious, and after biting the big snake, they will not let go, and let their bodies be crushed and beaten. It's just a temptation, and more wolves are jumping to the rescue.

Rena let out a sigh of relief, it turned out that the wolf pack was not aiming at herself, but fortunately there was no impulse. She pinched the sturdy chest of the scrivener, which was a reward.

The slaughter outside continued, and a dozen wolves surrounded the serpent and began a sumptuous dinner. They are chattering over food, whining and growling from their mouths.

The scrivener is not as relaxed as Rena, and the big snake may not be enough for the wolves to have a supper, and in case they are not full, he and Rena are ready-made supplements. The sound of snake bones crushed in the wolf's mouth was palpitating, and this group of bloodthirsty creatures was at the top of the food chain in the primeval jungle of Savage Mountain, and no one could threaten them.

A dark cloud pressed overhead, the night was thicker, and the fingers could not be seen in the absolute sense. The scrivener didn't dare to let go, and asked Rena to bring over the remaining branches and try to block the hole. Rena didn't understand at first, but it took a few demonstrations for the scrivener to understand. Fortunately, there were still many dry branches, and he picked the thick ones to top at the mouth of the hole, and finally braided the thin ones like a hedge. If the wolves rush over, they can resist for a while.

The night was hard, and no other information could be captured than the roar of the wolves and the looming green light. Maybe a few wolves are already lurking around the hollows.

In the distance, there was a rustle of leaves, from far and near. The wolf's low roar came to an abrupt halt, and pairs of green light scattered and fled, disappearing into the depths of the jungle. The scrivener was amazed, his perception that the wolves were the top of the food chain in Savage Mountain, and that there was an existence that prevented them from avoiding? He was a little more nervous, Savage Mountain was full of dangers, and he knew too little about it.

The rustle stopped not far from the entrance to the cave, followed by an even deeper roar and the sound of snake bones being chewed. This guy is picking up the leftovers of the wolves. The scrivener tried to figure out what's going on outside, but couldn't, the night was too dark to capture a bit of useful information. He suddenly thought of a question: if this guy can't eat enough, will he still come at himself?

The scrivener couldn't help but aim at the source of the sound again. What kind of existence is something more terrifying than a wolf pack? At night, when there is no visibility, this speculation only adds to the fear. He and Rena crouched side by side, unable to see the danger they couldn't see, which only made them more nervous.

The heavy chewing sound gradually stopped, and it was clear that the serpent had been eaten. What's next? Will it come at them? The scrivener was still hesitating, and the gun went off. A tongue of fire erupted into the darkness. The night was torn apart in an instant, and then closed in an instant. He just caught a black shadow in front of him, many times larger than the wolf, and he didn't see what it was.

There was a terrible roar, and the guy was shot, followed by the sound of the rubbing of leaves, and it ran away. The scrivener suddenly remembered something, Savage Mountain, Savage Mountain, could it be a savage?

Then there was a deathly silence, the faint glow of the wolves faded away, and the wounded Big Mac vanished. However, this was not reassuring, the two of them were completely sleepy, and their eyes were beaten until dawn, but fortunately there was no danger coming. The east is white, and the rainforest wakes up from its slumber. First there is the crisp chirping of birds, then the rustle of various small animals and insects rubbing against the leaves.

The scrivener put on his clothes and got out of the hole in the tree, and there was a large pool of blood in front of him, and the big snake was gone, and it was eaten cleanly, and there was no piece of skin and bones left. The scrivener was in a daze for a while, what kind of monster can do it! There were scattered blood stains in the grass, stretching into the distance, it should have been Rena who shot the monster, and the guy was wounded and fled.

The scrivener walked for a while with a rifle in search of bloodstains, but there was no gain, and he was worried about Rena's safety, so he didn't dare to leave the tree hole too far, and hurried back. Rena was lighting a fire outside the hollow of the tree, and the mushrooms she had picked out of nowhere were boiling in water in a steel helmet, and a few pebbles were placed inside. Pebbles contain a little salt, which can be released in boiling water and add flavor to the mushroom soup. Eating salt has also become a luxury since entering the Savage Mountain, and although the lack of salt will not kill people, it will also reduce people's immunity.

Seeing the scrivener returning, Rena motioned for him to wait, the mushroom soup would be ready soon. The scrivener washed his face by the stream, and his own stains in the shadow of the water were haggard. He was startled, was he still himself, he looked like a patient in his forties. Schools of large fish swim around, drift down the current into the pond downstream, and then swim up the pond until they are exhausted and float back again, and so on. They think that through their own efforts, they will reach a new world, but they are just going around in circles.

The scrivener tried to catch the fish, but failed, and he wondered if he had a harpoon, he would definitely catch it. Rena was waving at him, and the mushroom soup was ready. If you don't have a spoon, you can use leaves instead, roll them into a funnel shape, and then clamp them with branches, and a simple spoon is ready.

This meal was very fragrant and down-to-earth, and I haven't had such a comfortable meal for a long time. The rainforest in the early morning is refreshing, and the dew drops on the leaves drip from time to time, and it is cool to fall into the neck. The scrivener climbs to the top of the big banyan tree and uses the rising sun to tell the direction.

The red sun came out of the clouds, reflecting the surrounding clouds and the distant mountains and trees. The vast rainforest stretches as far as the eye can see, and the trees rise and fall along with the mountains and rivers, like green waves, and he is more like a small fish in the green sea.

The face of the scrivener was a little ugly, of course he remembered the proverb "the morning glow does not go out, the sunset travels thousands of miles", the thick morning glow covered half of the sky, so that he had to be vigilant, a storm was coming. He slid down from the tree, preoccupied. Rena had packed her bags and was ready to go. He made a stop gesture to her, and then the two hands kept gesturing, it was going to rain, and we couldn't walk for the time being. Rena finally understood and threw the object back into the tree hole. The scrivener box asked her to pick more mushrooms, maybe the heavy rain will be the next day, and there will be something to fill her hunger by then. He himself chopped some branches with a dagger and re-woven a stronger door.

It took the scrivener a full two hours to weave a simple door out of tree branches. The sense of security has improved a lot, and I feel still at ease, so I moved a few big stones to block the entrance of the cave, and after the person entered, the entrance of the cave was blocked with stones, and then the simple door was used to resist it, which was foolproof.

It was almost noon when I had done this, and the sky was cloudy and stuffy, without a hint of wind, and it seemed that a storm was brewing. Rena picked a lot of mushrooms and piled them up in the corners of the tree holes, enough to eat for a day. The two of them picked up some dry wood and dried moss together.

The woods suddenly became quiet, without a single movement, and all the animals and birds lurked to hide from the impending storm. The scrivener was almost over, carrying dry firewood and Rena to go back, but before they could return to the tree hole, the heavy rain had already hit. It didn't go overboard, it was a storm at the beginning. Dense rain lines crackled on the leaves, as if thousands of firecrackers were set off at the same time.

The two fled back to the tree hole in embarrassment, crouching at the entrance of the cave and watching the rain outside. It was shocking, the rain blurred everything, and it seemed as if there was only water left in the world.

Rena looked at it for a while, tired, and lay down on the ground to rest. The scrivener is also tired, and I only squinted a little sleep last night, and I need to make it up. He laid out the stones layer by layer and blocked the entrance to the cave. Then use the simple door to hold up, and nothing can come in. He was also lying on the ground, with a soft dry moss underneath him, very comfortable.

The sound of the rain hit the heartstrings, and the scrivener kept thinking about the little monkeys, how did they survive such a heavy rain......

This sleep lasted a long time, and the two of them were too tired and sleepy, and they needed to make up for it. I had a lot of dreams about the little monkey covered in blood; dreamed that Lu Shuting fell into a swamp; I dreamed that Rena fell into the clutches of the Japanese and was tortured; even dreamed that Zhao Yunlai was a traitor and betrayed everyone. Zhao Yunlai was drinking with the scrivener, and he smiled and stabbed the dagger into the scrivener's abdomen, which was blood-red.