The thirty-first day into the eternal world.

Tired and sleepy, this "carrot" is almost noisy. Strangely, however, as soon as the day dawned, it fell back into the earth, revealing only the green leaves on the earth. All in all, Wilson had no sleep last night, and in the middle of the night, there was still the sound of some creature roaring in the distance, like a demon in a movie, which worried Wilson enough, but nothing happened, and the weather was still so cold.

Wilson's current plan is to gather some resources and return to the swamp, and if he can touch the fish-man Walter again, he will ask her to help him get out of the swamp, otherwise he will try his luck and walk along the border and he will definitely be able to return to the entrance.

But after so many days alone, Wilson was in a very low mood, with a scruffy beard and exhausted spirits. Coupled with the fact that I didn't sleep well last night, and that palpitating roar, the whole person looked very decadent. No way, no one will be too optimistic at this time.

Wilson plucked the branch from the small sapling, and for a few seconds he even hallucinated, as if he saw a shadow-like creeping creature around him, but when he looked closely, he disappeared. Shadows, in this world, shadows are a terrible thing.

What is that? Igloo? Probably another hallucination. But Wilson looked up again, and the igloo was still there, and even a walrus man with a hat came out of the room.

"Walrus?" Wilson rubbed his eyes, there really was everything in this world, pigmen, fishmen, and now walrusmen. With the lesson of the last time, Wilson did not directly go up to greet the walrus, he took two steps closer and shouted from a distance: "Hello-"

A baby walrus came out of the igloo, it must have been a child. They noticed Wilson, and Father Walrus made a disgusted voice as he made a voice Wilson couldn't understand, and two blue hounds emerged from the house.

Is it so unlucky! Without even thinking about it, Wilson ran away. It seems that Wilson has been running away these days, hounds, fishmen, strange "carrots", he is probably caught in a strange circle of escape, forever being chased.

The blue hound was no different from the normal hound, at least not in the degree of ferocity, and the walrus father fired blowguns at Wilson. The blow arrow cut through Wilson's skin, it hurt!

When he got rid of the hounds and walruses, Wilson didn't know where he was, and people would always panic when fleeing for their lives. Wilson lit a big tree to make a fire, pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding, there was no way to bandage it, he didn't have bandages or other medical supplies, Woody didn't just treat it that day, his injuries were more serious than his own.

It was still early in the morning, and before it was time to rest, Wilson continued to wander through the forest, which was not a pine forest, but a broad-leaved evergreen, and the forest was not so dense, and the trees were scattered among them, with berry bushes, grasses, and small saplings. This kind of terrain looks more comfortable, compared to the "home" before the little spider, where the forest is too dense and depressing.

In a small clearing, Wilson picks up a bone with a strange shape and an eye on its head. Startled by the fact that it opened it, Wilson threw it away, but nothing happened, and he picked up the bone again.

"Oh, that's a shame!" Wilson tried to bite with his teeth, there was no meat and he couldn't eat it. What is it for? It probably didn't work, but Wilson didn't throw it away.

Walking and walking, as if something was beating behind him, Wilson stopped, and the sound of the beating disappeared. Ah, auditory hallucinations. Wrong! Wilson took two more steps, and the voice came again. If you stop again, the person or creature making the sound will also be silent. Wilson didn't dare to look back, he was being targeted by something! They are deadlocked, and no one breaks the situation.

Finally, Wilson couldn't help it, he slowly turned around, it was a fluffy little square monster behind him, "Hey, don't chase me, my name is Wilson, I have nothing on me, nothing to eat." Wilson's tone of speech was weak.

The little monster does not respond.

"Alright then," Wilson said as he threw the last remaining berries at the little monster, "that's really all there is!" ”

The little monster still doesn't respond, and it doesn't eat berries. It can't also eat meat, that would be too bad.

So Wilson went on to play his specialty - run! He ran up and tried to shake the guy off, but Wilson was crying, how could it chase after him, how fast Wilson ran and how fast it was behind!

"Willow! Grandma! Vigferd! Woody! Wolfgang! Wilson was so anxious that he shouted, "Oops! ”

He bumped into someone.