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"Live...... Stay? Wanyan Wulu's little black eyes swept around the woods carefully, Song Xing just said that there were ghosts in the woods, and she hadn't waved this shadow yet.

Song Xing ignored Yan Wulu and walked at night in this barren mountain range, if he really encountered jackals, tigers and leopards or something, without preparing in advance, it would not be an ordinary trouble.

Instead of this, it is better to find a safe place to settle down first, and when he saw a bamboo forest in front of him, he immediately said: "Let's go over there and have a look, maybe we can find a mountain temple or something." ”

Broken houses such as mountain temples are only in martial arts TV series, and Song Xing searched all over the bamboo forest, not to mention the mountain temple, not even a decent cave.

In such a primeval mountain forest, it was originally a good choice to live in a tree, and this is how our ancestors came to it.

It's a pity that the late autumn in the north is already very cold, and there are not enough things to protect against the cold, and Song Xing does not believe that they can withstand the extreme cold of the late night with their bodies.

I couldn't find the most suitable place after looking around, so I had to find a leeward boulder and settle down under the boulder, which is concave and relatively safe on three sides.

There is no shelter in the front, camping in this primeval mountain forest, the most unsettling thing at night is naturally the attack of wild beasts, you must get a bunker, it is best to get a trap.

Song Xing is engaged in industrial automation control, but also engaged in some mechanical manufacturing, for him, to build a bunker or arrange a trap or something, it is really not difficult, the difficulty is that there are no tools, and there is time.

"Lend me your cutlass for it." Song Xing saw that she had been carrying a scimitar around her waist, and the scabbard was very delicate, and there were ornaments such as orbs embedded on it.

Seeing that Song Xing's eyes were thief, Wanyan Wulu hurriedly covered her scimitar and said resolutely: "No, this scimitar is a birthday gift from Amma, and it can't be used indiscriminately." ”

"After I finished talking Miss Yan, don't be willful at this time, I can't arrange a trap without a scimitar, there are really ghosts coming over at night, how can we deal with it?" Song Xing said it seriously, without the slightest joke.

Wanyan Wulu is a little girl after all, and people in the past are more superstitious, so they are convinced of Song Xing's words, so they have to hand over the scimitar to Song Xing.

The scimitar is made of gold, and when it is pulled out, it suddenly feels cold and sharp, and it is indeed a rare treasure knife used to cut bamboo, which is really handy.

Wanyan Wulu saw that Song Xing used her golden treasure knife as a woodcutter, and he was so distressed that tears were about to flow down, and he wanted to stop it several times, but when he thought of the terrible ghost floating around at night, the words came to his mouth and swallowed back alive.

Song Xing cut those nanzhu into sections, and then sharpened one end of them, and tied them together with rattan in groups of three to make a simple military bunker in front of the boulder.

Wanyan Wulu saw that Song Xing was busy there, and he was embarrassed to sit there, so he walked over and said, "Little Nanban, is there anything for me to do?" ”

Song Xing looked at the bunkers in front of him, he always felt a little thin, patted the dust on his hands and said: "These bunkers alone are not enough, we still have to make some traps, you go and cut some Nanzhu, and I will arrange it." ”

Wanyan Wulu has followed his father and brother to practice martial arts and hunting since he was a child, and he can catch Song Xing on horseback with one hand, and his strength is naturally not small.

This time they went out to hunt, Song Xing originally planned to have a barbecue or something in the wild, so he had a flint on his body, and seeing that it was not early, he picked up a bunch of dead branches and raised a fire.

After doing this, after seeing that the bamboo cut by Yan Wulu was almost done, he used the elasticity of the bamboo and the surrounding environment to make a bamboo bow and arrow, and arranged it into a simple bamboo array with a distance of three steps.

Although Wanyan Wulu carried a bow and arrow, her bow and arrow did not have a long range and was not lethal enough, and it was barely possible to shoot the birds in the sky and the rabbits on the ground, but it was impossible to shoot some fierce beasts.

Although the strength of the bow is very small, the arrow is a good arrow, the arrow is very sharp, Song Xing installed some of the arrows on the bamboo bow and arranged them behind the cover as the last line of protection.

Wanyan Wulu's golden knife is very sharp, for Song Xing at this time, it is a big killer second only to the short gun, and he must make good use of it, unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not want to expose the short gun in front of Wanyan Wulu.

Insert the handle of the knife in the bamboo tube, fix it with rattan, and place it on the bamboo bow in the center, there is a bamboo array in front, a bunker in the back, and a golden knife.

After doing this, the sky has already been dark, and the stomach is also hungry and growling, fortunately, the flower carving just now did not throw, use the arrow to break the abdomen, use the mountain spring water, pluck the hair and remove the dirt, and then string it on the branches, put it on the fire and slowly roast.

Wanyan Wulu looked at Song Xing's arrangements, although she felt a little unbelievable in her heart, but she was really deeply worried in her heart, "Xiao Nanban, can you really stop ghosts with these things?" ”

"I said yes." Song Xing said and laughed while roasting the flower carving, "Little girl, you said that your fourth brother went tiger hunting, how many people did he take with him?" ”

"How many? He's the only one! Wanyan Wulu felt very strange, why Song Xing would ask such an idiotic question, as the number one warrior on the grassland, he acted alone every time.

One person dares to hunt tigers, Song Xing can't help but secretly admire this warrior on the grassland, seeing that the flower carving is almost barbecued, he ripped off half of it and handed it over, "After eating this, go to sleep, I'll help you keep vigil." ”

The taste of the flower carving is not bad, but the individual is not big, and the two of them are not full, Wanyan Wulu looked at the black surroundings, and said worriedly: "Little Nanban, do you say that if we can't go out, will we starve to death?" ”

"No!" Song Xing replied very affirmatively, when he said this, his eyes were not looking at Wanyan Wulu, but at the little red horse next to him, with evil eyes.

Wanyan Wulu seemed to realize something, stood up suddenly, and stared at Song Xing with dead eyes, "You can't fight this horse's idea, I can tell you, Xiao Nanban, if you dare to fight its idea, I will be the first to kill you." ”

Song Xing smiled indifferently, didn't speak, walked out of the bunker, came back with some dry grass, made a nest next to the big stone, and said to Wanyan Wulu: "Little girl, you sleep first, maybe I won't be able to hold on in the middle of the night, so I have to change your vigil." ”

Wanyan Wulu nodded, Song Xing's eyes just now made her a little scared, she was really afraid that he would kill her horse in the middle of the night while she was asleep, and clutch the reins of the horse when she fell asleep.

Seeing her like this, Song Xing couldn't help but shake his head and smile, "What a simple child." ”

When you come outside, check and inspect the things you just made carefully, reinforce where you should reinforce, add where you should add, in short, even if you can't do it foolproof, you have to increase the safety factor.

"Xiao Nanban, Xiao Nanban......" Song Xing was busy outside, when he suddenly heard Yan Wulu's call, his tone trembled, and he looked particularly scared.

threw away the rattan in his hand and returned to the bunker, but after seeing Yan Wulu tired and shrunk into a ball, trembling there, seeing Song Xing, tears were about to flow down, "Xiao Nanban, I didn't see you just now, and I thought you didn't want me anymore." ”

"A girl is a girl!" After finishing Yan Wulu's dependence, Song Xing was still quite useful in his heart when he sighed, "I'm working outside, you can sleep well, I said I won't leave you, I won't leave you." ”

Wanyan Wulu hugged his knees and kept shaking his head, "I can't sleep, when I slept just now, there were ghosts floating around in front of me." ”