I don't know how the battle won or lost last night, but judging from the corpses left behind, it should be the larger giant crocodile that is better.

However, the group of pythons that fled in the wilderness and the giant crocodiles that left after being fed are still the existence that Yongchang does not want to face and dare not face.

Even if you are covered in iron, you can hit a few nails alone!

It doesn't make much sense to kill the pythons and the giant crocodiles, because it wastes food and wastes their time and energy.

So Yongchang chose to go back and find the direction of exploration again.

The way back is easy to go, but I don't know where the highly toxic flower-footed mosquito swarm is hidden, after all, the direction of turning back is the same as the direction of the previous mosquito swarm, and the pressure is not ordinarily great to take the initiative to deliver food.

Fortunately, walking along the river, there is still a way out, but it's a big deal to wrap yourself up again, so that Xiong Da can practice diving again.

The silence of the road was the silence of lifelessness, the silence of lifelessness, and one day, the corpses and corpses left on the riverbed had begun to stink.

Fawns, hares, snakes, rats, and the like have blurred flesh and blood, shriveled bodies, and black in color.

It seems that this breed of mosquito can be named the flower-footed vampire, and its stunts include piercing, sucking, and great poison, and the group attack is invincible.

Yongchang took another morning after walking the return trip, compared to yesterday, not much faster in speed, and even more cautious than when he set off, after all, there are known hidden enemies, so you need to be on guard at all times.

But after walking in the morning, I still didn't see the poisonous mosquitoes, and when I arrived at the lake, even if I explored the river valley for the past two days.

When I set off yesterday, the surface of the lake was like a mirror, like a bend of jade, gentle and clear.

Today's water, the net is dirty, the blue waves and green water are covered with a black curtain, look carefully, this layer of black and gray like the booty, is it not the poisonous mosquito that raged yesterday?

It's really incredible, yesterday was still a crowd of thousands of poisonous mosquitoes, where the chickens and dogs jumped, invincible, today it is all gone, simple, silent, such a situation is beyond Yongchang's expectations, unable to comprehend this kind of addiction to death, dead to do, the deep realm of love.

Probably, in order for the species to reproduce, they have exhausted their life potential.

Perhaps, probably, probably, starting from the swamp, intersecting all the way, spawning in the lake, dying, and then incubating a new generation, rushing downstream in the rainy season, growing up in the swamp, and then a cycle of life.

The life course of mosquitoes is very short, maybe in a life cycle there is also such a majestic once, coquettish once, so small, so insignificant, but there is always a moment, the energy they gather, make the whole jungle tremble, gorgeous as a flash in the pan, and like a meteor piercing the night sky, life ends in the most glorious moment, magnificent!

Snakes, insects, rats and ants also have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth!

The rainy season is finally here!

The wind rose, the sky was full of dark clouds, the clouds gathered and scattered, such as the tide surging, the clouds gradually thickened, the ink color gradually deepened, such as the bottom of the pot buckle, the sky was dark, the wind passed through the mountains and forests, the trunks of trees and trees, and they wanted to be destroyed and dumped, making a loud noise like tearing cloth.

The sky was like ink, and several rolling thunders "boomed" and "boomed" in the darkness, and lightning scurried like silver snakes in the darkness, intertwined with fire webs, silk and spider knots, and wandered.

The abrupt island is the focus of lightning attacks.

"Crackle!" The explosion seemed to be smashed down beside him, and he felt that the whole wooden house was shaking, and from time to time, the bright light penetrated through the cracks in the wooden door into the blackened room.

The torrential rain is like a note, as if the bottom of the heavenly pool is leaking, and the Milky Way is pouring back. In the storm, the island is like a small boat, surging waves, constantly hitting the coast, which is bound to overthrow, submerge and swallow the isolated island. The indescribable magnificence is the ferocity of heaven and earth, which is beyond human comparison.

Weak creatures, such as a man and a bear, can only avoid the hut, dare not take advantage of its edge, patiently wait for the wind and rain to stop, secretly hope not to be taken care of by lightning, a thunderbolt, no matter how powerful the creature will be turned into coke.

Fortunately, Yongchang had already experienced a rainstorm season, and he felt it deeply, although what he experienced may only be the tail of the rainy season, but it was enough for him to be prepared. Put the house under the rock wall, the protruding stone wall can protect from the wind and rain, and it can also keep the house from protruding from the ground, so as not to attract thunder and lightning.

One rain is three days at a time.

The first heavy rain of the year seemed to drain months of savings.

That is the Jade Emperor will Chang'e, the Buddha worships Guanyin, thousands of years of savings, once poured, it is really happy. One day in the sky, a hundred years on earth, it is indeed true.

Fortunately, the immortals can only last three days, oh, and their time may only be over in a few seconds. If a day is a day, and a day is a day, the world will be destroyed.

Thinking of the heavy rain at both ends of the three days, Yongchang was a little distracted, and he was very emotional:

Immortals, what kind of life are you living?

You have to pay public food all the time, and you can't live yet? No wonder the gods want to go down to earth.

Yongchang suddenly realized and reciprocated with deep sympathy. also complained a little less about his tragic fate.

The goddess who is in charge of destiny is, sure enough, a person who wants to be dissatisfied*, and when there is nothing to vent, ravaging sentient beings is also the proper meaning of the title.

Those who have suffered fate* can only endure silently when they have no strength to resist, and patience is the most powerful force.

It was damp, and nothing was dry under the lewd rain, and the air in the house was damp, and the charcoal was no longer on fire.

After eating cold jerky for three days, Yongchang was bored and panicked, unable to move, and didn't want to sleep. waved his hand to practice the knife, and it was not surprising that the house collapsed.

I had to put on my coat, put on a hood, get out of the house, and wait for the clouds to open and the sun rise, and the smoke will disappear.

The wind and rain are gradually subsiding, and it is about to come to an end.

Two or three hundred meters away, a white horse hung upside down, flying beads splashed jade, and the ground roared loudly. "The flying stream goes straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days", spectacular, magnificent, is such a beautiful scenery.

The water of the lake is already at the foot of the platform, but fortunately, the terrain is high and close to the foot of the mountain, so there is no danger of empowerment.

The water on the surface of the lake is tumbling, the water is turbid, and the whirlpools are stirred.

In the distance, the trickle of a few days ago is now a real devouring beast, rolling down, and the dry riverbed is estimated to be overflowing and impassable.

Perhaps, after a flood, the swamp has become an ocean, the snake and crocodile have dispersed, and the danger is no longer there, even if it is still in the water, it is not enough to be troubled, and it can be extinguished with a wave of your hand.

The wide water is just for boating, it's time to come up with some sets of rafts, unique, light and easy to use rafts, what a small thing, big use.

After the storm, it will be a sunny day, but in this tropical steamer, the first day is cool, and after two days, it will be hot and hot.

If it weren't for the sea breeze, heat stroke would just be a matter of waiting. Yongchang rode the blue sky and the bright moon to make his drifting raft.

"On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach", living alone on an isolated island, it is really bitter and boring, and the egg hurts tightly.

Tomorrow, the tide will fall, the torrent will gradually stop, the sky will be high and the clouds will be light, and it will be a cool and pleasant weather.

Early in the morning, Yongchang packed his bags, the backpack was behind, the short knife was on the side, the left hand was a light raft, and the right hand was made of wood pulp.

Black bears can't travel together, they're too big and heavy to carry.

Whip two slices of jerky and let it do its own thing.

Put the raft into the water and go with the flow. One man's wilderness, one man's drifting, the flood flows, ups and downs, spectacular and poignant, heroic and lonely.

For a while, I saw a man in the water and a bear on the shore, walking in the opposite direction.

It didn't leave easily. Finally live up to my care, and it is not a loss to accept such a little brother, so he should have a pet dog, and he can keep his house and hunt.

The torrent is like a galloping horse, leaving the black bear behind, this guy is also the indigenous of the island, and he can find his own way, so he doesn't care about it.

The canyon is dangerous, retreating rapidly, more than ten miles of river valleys, half an hour to shuttle, a swamp, is already a vast ocean, avoiding the swamp and woods that are oblique and chaotic, and plunged into the middle of the fjord.

The cascading rocks and ridges have been sparse in the morning light, verdant branches and vines, beaten by the wind and rain, and a bleak group.

A bend of clear water has turned into chaos, and the mud, sand, grass and trees washed away by the flood have broken branches, making the quiet and beautiful fjord a mess.

As far as the eye can see, the place where the river and sea water meet, is clear and distinct, and countless fish are hidden in the middle. The current brings nutrients, nourishes fine shrimp and swimmers, and attracts large fish and water beasts.

A fjord is a biological chain.

Perhaps, the chain is extended, and there are also sea monsters that are afraid of the fierce and invincible, and they come in the bloody.

Isn't the rainy season the season when food is plentiful?

A storm has brought chaos everywhere and life all over the place.

Watching the fish playing in the water, the black shadow chasing, and the ripples stirring, you know that the peak season of hunting has arrived.

Looking around the fjord, the rock walls seem to form a lagoon, a sand bank that is hidden in the tide and stretches forward.

In the distance, downwind, at sunrise, a vague black shadow loomed.

It's a boat, a stranded sailboat.

After a storm, perhaps it was night, the docked sailboat ran aground on the sand bank. At this moment, Yongchang doesn't know if he has caught up with the opportunity to return, or if he has encountered a new trap.

You must know that people's hearts are unpredictable, there are dangers of mountains and rivers in the belly, and all things are born in one thought, and opportunities and traps are only in one thought.

Especially for people who live together on the sea, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and a mixed word is enough to stir up the boundary between black and white.

The sudden new thing made Yongchang startled, lying on the raft and no longer moving, his eyes fixed on the sailboat, to see if anyone was looking this way.

In the early morning after the rain, the waves were still calm, the wind was gentle, and there was no one on the sailboat, only the tattered canvas swaying in the wind.

Looking around, the beach closer to the boat is also uninhabited, there are no boat sampans, no tent sleeping bags, no one ashore.

Perhaps, this ship also docked for repairs last night, seeing that the wind and rain subsided, but unexpectedly fell into the sand in a hurry and ran aground here.

Desert island, dark night, forgive them do not dare to venture off the boat, should wait until dawn before going to the island to see what is going on.

After a few days of stormy seas, there were people in the boat, and at this moment they were also tossed and unable to move, and they were paralyzed like mud.

Perhaps, this is an empty ship, but it is not necessarily, the legendary ghost ship is probably so dilapidated.

Relying on a little courage and a little confidence in his own judgment, Yongchang decided to take a closer look, gently paddling the wood pulp, and approaching the sailboat with the current.

In fact, getting on board now is an adventure.

In the dusk of the water, a transparent raft floated, carrying a peep in full black, and anyone who took a slight look would immediately be surprised by something strange.

Next, it's time to challenge a boatload of people by yourself.

Still, I had to wait until the people on the boat dispersed and scattered on the island, it would be easier to expose myself. In the case that we are not clear about the enemy, we should first explore the roots of the other party, so that we can make plans in advance and make arrangements in advance.

Like a black cat, Yongchang quietly climbed onto the deck from the raft along the anchor chain. On closer inspection, it was a three-masted schooner, about thirty or forty meters long and seven or eight meters wide, with a pure wooden hull, with strips of cloth hanging on the foremast, which he speculated to be the foresail, and the crosssail on the mainmast was also full of holes, and the triangular sail hanging on the rear mast hung weakly.

There is no mechanical power plant on the whole ship, that is, it looks like a thousand tons, the hull is small, the style is old, it is really an antique, and I don't know where it came from.

Just look at the tattered foresail mainsail, the hole and the bloodstained deck, which must have been ravaged before mooring, full of traces of shelling and musket fire.

Perhaps the reason why this antique wooden sailing ship came here was to take refuge and flee, and the arrival of such a disaster may bring greater danger.

And how dangerous will it be to follow?

Is it a monster, a pirate, or a warship?!

There is only one floor on the deck of the ship, and it is estimated that there can be two floors below the deck, the middle floor can be inhabited, and the bottom floor can be stocked, and a ship of this size can accommodate thirty or forty people, carrying three or four hundred tons of cargo, and it will be up to the sky.

The cabin is silent, but that doesn't mean that there is no one in the cabin, and if you put your ear to the door and listen carefully, you can seem to hear the subtle* and breathing, which is the kind of unconscious pain after falling asleep.

The sound of breathing was very close, close to the door, through the slightly open hatch, almost close at hand, probably the person who watched the vigil of the ship, could not stay up for a long night, and was napping in a trance.

As the sun rose, the light dimmed, and a dark shadow pierced through the hatch in the morning light, and at the moment when the gatekeeper was confused, he slashed at his neck with a knife, and did not make a sound.

Yongchang looked around the cabin, dim and lightless, messy furnishings, a mess, and a heavy smell of kerosene. The cabin is probably divided into several rooms, the outside one, which is supposed to be a meeting and dining room, and the front and rear rooms are closed, and I don't know what is going on inside.

He gently removed the stunned middle-aged chef-looking sturdy guard out of the cabin, put the short knife on his neck, slapped him a few times, woke the guard up, and covered his mouth with his hand.

Seeing a fierce man in black with a knife on his neck, the guard was a little panicked, and more frightened, making a "mmmmmm

"Don't scream! Scream and kill you. ”

The other party didn't know if he understood Yongchang's words, but he should be able to understand what he meant, and nodded desperately.

Life hangs in the balance, even a tough guy has to bow his head, not to mention just a minion who watches the door and keeps vigil?

"Who are you? How many people are there? ”

"Do you understand Chinese?"

The chicken and the duck talked about it, seeing that Yongchang's face gradually turned cold, and the black clothes set off a little hideous. The more nervous the guards became, the more overwhelmed they became, the more panicked they became, and they didn't know what the other party was talking about, and they could vaguely guess what kind of tragic fate would happen if they were worthless.

"Poof", the middle-aged tragic man knelt on the deck very consciously, lowered his body, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked like his neck was about to be bound.

It seems that this guy is very familiar with the set of kidnapping tickets, and he chose to give in when he knew that the situation was not good.

It's a wonderful person, too.

Yongchang waved his hand again and knocked the guard unconscious.

As a precaution, he untied his belt, that is, a rope, tied his hands and tied them to the anchor chain in the stern.

Alas, I don't know where the poor people are, and they don't even have a belt.

It's shabby!

Gently opening the hatch, he decided to search room by room.

The door to the room near the bow was closed, but the door to the opposite was hidden. First the easy and then the hardest, then go over and have a look first.

Pushing open the wooden door, a foul smell came to my face, it was the unique smell of sweat and the smell of blood and suppuration that was peculiar to men, and the mixture was really disgusting.

There were seven or eight men lying on the floor in bandages, half asleep and half awake. Some injured their hands and feet, some wrapped their waists and shoulders, and some wrapped their necks around their heads, and the wounded soldiers lay on the ground.

Someone was crying in pain* in their sleep, someone was probably talking nonsense with a fever. The ground was stained with blood, and a few old-fashioned rifles were scattered haphazardly in the corners.

It seems that this boatload of people has gone through a vicious battle, which also makes Yongchang break out in a cold sweat.

Offending a gang of murderers, that's a very uncertain thing, after all, he used to be just a white-faced scholar, not to mention powerless, at least he never killed anyone, and the number of fights was also counted on one hand.

has no experience, and to challenge a group of strongmen who have seen blood and guns and bullets, it is always a lack of confidence.