We set up a sentry for one night, and the monsters never showed up again, and as far as I can remember, the monsters were very good at climbing trees, and it seemed to have escaped by climbing trees. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info in memory is such a thing.

The night was quiet, and although you could hear the insects, it didn't break the silence of the night.

We wandered around boredly, and nothing strange ever happened until after dawn.

Little Japan snores very hard when he sleeps at night. Shiratori said that only those who have no heart and lungs can sleep so dead. Little Japan woke up early, and they were already awake when it was still dark. They hurried to the bushes, and it turned out that he had been awakened by holding his urine. I was surprised to look at the face of the little Japanese Kuda, he also looked at me, he felt embarrassed, I didn't, he thought he had something dirty on his face or, so he scratched his face with his hand, he grabbed a handful of skin from his face, and I looked at him for exactly this reason, a large amount of dead skin appeared on his face inexplicably. Kuda found himself scratching a lot of dead skin from his face, and he panicked and scared, so he kept scratching, and he thought that if he scratched dry, he would be fine. He scratched for a while and finally had an effect, he scratched his face clean, but there were blood spots oozing from the scratched places, which looked terrifying and disgusting. Like a dermatologic patient. He grabbed it for a while and then stopped scratching, and I thought it must have hurt from scratching, and he didn't ask us for help. "What's wrong with Little Japan," I asked Shiratori. He looked at Kuda's face and said with a smile, "Retribution, little Japan also has today." “

In this panicked escape, no one wants to pay attention to two bastards from a savage country.

We didn't talk too much about Little Japan, but we gathered together to discuss how we could get out of this damn ghost valley.

"I can't get out," Shiratori said with a gloating tone.

"Shut up" what Lao Hei is doing to him, I can't see what he's going to do, he always has some strange behavior. He was busy, and he didn't forget to tell Shiratori not to talk nonsense.

"When my invention is finished, you can leave this damn place," said the old black.

"What, invention," I said, and Black and I both looked at him intently.

"That's right, my dream is to be a great scientist," he said, smiling.

Old Black got sticks from there, oh yes, he was pouting his ass in the bushes just now, it turned out that he used his dagger to cut off the bushes one by one.

"What the hell are you going to do?" I asked, and I made sure no one understood what he was going to do.

"Invention, with this thing we quickly understand why we can't get out" He was full of confidence, he had great hopes for his invention, but it seemed to us that he was just fooling. I left our scientific giant and searched for the German in the crowd, but I didn't see him for a long time.

"Do you see the Germans?" I asked the white bird with his head down.

"I'm going to them today to find something to eat," Shiratori still kept his head down, his head between his knees, and I wondered what he was doing.

"Hey, what are you doing," I said, sitting next to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He ignored me, and I took a look, and it turned out that he was still writing his bastard novels, and to my wonder, how did his pen and paper come from. "Where did you get the pen and paper?" I asked him.

"I haven't lost it, I've hidden it," he said with a grin. His explanation was that literature was his everything, and that pen and paper were the tools for creating literary works, and that there were no electronic devices everywhere like now, and that everything could only be recorded by pen and paper, or by a brain with a very good memory.

"Show me what you wrote?" I was about to snatch his manuscript paper, it was a yellow-skinned notebook, and it was very fresh in my memory.

Shiratori realized that I was going to snatch his notebook, so he ran away from me with the notebook, turning his head to me as he ran.

"Don't bother me, go and see what Lao Hei wants to invent."

As soon as he reminded me, I remembered that Hei's invention should be completed.

"Hey man, is your invention okay?" I asked. Learn his usual tone.

"Soon," he replied naturally, and without looking back, he had been doing his thing with all his heart. He had cleaned all the branches and leaves of the bushes.

"What the hell are you going to do?" I'd love to figure out what he's doing.

His explanation made me completely lose interest in his secrets.

"I put so many sticks together, and then everybody took my end and joined them into a big long, hard stick, so he wouldn't bend in a circle, and I wanted to see how it made me come back in a circle to this place of hell."

His reasoning is very good, and with the central wheel, we keep coming back to the same place, which means that the route we take is circular, just like Columbus's theory.

But Lao Hei ignored one point, operability, he forgot that there were only thirty of us, and it was not too big to form a circle, and it was impossible to connect a road that could lead to the Valley of Ghosts.

I walked away disappointed. Later, the Germans gave us lunch, and we ate roast meat and wild fruits, and tree sap every day. At first I counted the days, one day or two, and then I didn't bother to think about how long we had been on the run.

Lao Hei begged us to do his scientific experiment with him, a wooden stick touched about 1.5 meters, thirty people connected into a straight line, the first person could only see the two people in front of him, the fog was still very thick, so we could only rely on this way Everyone looked at the two people on the left and right holding the wooden stick to form a straight line of more than 50 meters. Soon, Lao Hei also found that the operability of his theory was not easy, and a glimmer of hope was better than nothing. He mobilized the people behind him to the front, and in this way took the back to the front, and we were quite a 50-meter-long stick advancing.

Shiratori and I were at the forefront.

Walking and walking, we became the last one again.

"Not good," Shiratori said suddenly. I also heard screams coming from the middle.

Check it out.

One by one, we put it all together.

The doctor standing in the middle was captured by a man with crimson skin, who trapped Sharia with a tree vine.