The twenty-seventh day into the eternal world.

Unfortunately, the hounds did not give up the hunt because Wilson and they left early. They took Wilson and the robots as prey, right? No, maybe it's not two people, only one, only Wilson himself, no matter how fierce he is, he won't satisfy his hunger with the Tin Man, right? Thinking of this, Wilson ran faster.

The hound chased after them, Wilson and they had been running for almost an hour, and the barking of the dogs had been chasing after them, and they should have eaten more for lunch, and they were running out of strength! At this time, the advantage of the robot was revealed, he was unhurried, and even seemed to be accompanying Wilson on his escape, without the slightest suspicion that if it was only WX-78 himself, he would have thrown off the group of dogs.

"Run-tired, are you tired?"

"I'm dying of exhaustion!" Wilson shouted, his gasping for breath was rapid, and the barking of the dog was clearly audible.

"Separate—escape, we'll run apart, and I'll help you lure the hounds away." WX-78 stopped, "Go first - you go first." ”

"What?" Wilson also stopped, breathing heavily, "But—" The hound came into view, "Then we meet at the herd of cattle on the prairie!" Wilson turned and fled, WX-78 must be fine, right?

The robot ran away from him, and the hounds chased after him.

After another run of Wilson, there was finally no hound behind him to chase him, and he rested under a large tree, and he took out the food from his backpack, and ran a little longer to be really tired.

"Wow~"

Wilson jerked his head back, "Hound dog!" He jumped up, and a hound followed him, and it was just at night, when he made a bonfire, and did the hounds follow the fire? Before he had time to think too much about it, Wilson fell into the run again, but just a few steps after he fell and threw his torch out.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Wilson immediately got up and picked up the torch, no flame would be attacked by monsters in the dark!

The hound pounced fiercely, it bit Wilson's backpack and did not let go, Wilson knocked it on the head with a torch, look at the hound's teeth, it was definitely uncomfortable to be bitten, Woody must have been bitten that day It must have hurt.

The backpack cracked, and the food and fuel that the grandmother had prepared for him were scattered all over the floor, along with the flowers Wilson had collected on the way to the robot, and he had wanted to make a garland for Willow. There was no time to think about it so much, so Wilson had no choice but to abandon these items and flee for his life.

Now all that was left was the items in his pocket, probably only a few torches, and the food must have been eaten by the hound, and the chef brought them almost all meat, and the guy was not a vegetarian.

Two torches were exhausted tonight, and the night was long, cold and hungry, but that was not the most troublesome for Wilson, and after dawn he realized that he had strayed from what he had expected. It must have been because of a fall, the torch was thrown away, there was no vision, he picked up the torch and ran away with the hounds, he was already unable to discern where to run, he should have fled towards the prairie, but now he ran into the swamp, and it was cloudy today, he couldn't tell the direction.

So to put it simply: Wilson is lost.

It's too bad, there's no food in the swamp, and according to the little spider, it's still dangerous, and more importantly, it's cold, so you can't stay long. But Wilson had made the wrong move, he should not have turned around like a headless fly at dawn and returned to the way he came, but his mind went blank at the thought of getting lost, and it was gloomy and he walked around, and now he had no idea which way was coming.

"What should I do?" WX-78 is still waiting for him in the herd, and now he doesn't have a single friend around, and the weather is cold, and he doesn't have the materials to make a campfire, is he going to freeze to death here?