Foraging is the most basic behavioral instinct of all things in the world.

The law of the jungle is also the most natural law of survival in this world.

Any living being, including small monsters, has the right to forage and hunt.

It's just that at the same time, we, as the hunted, also have the right to hunt each other.

The so-called hunter and the hunted are just the difference between active and passive, and as for identity and position, they can be changed at will.

I couldn't help but sigh when I kicked the remains of the little monster that was cut in half, staring at the black and red blood that was constantly being 'swallowed' by the dirt, thinking that it was a hunter a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, it became a hunted person and was dead on the spot.

Stepping past the corpse, he glanced at the depths of the deep and dense dense forest, and said lightly: "How far is it estimated?" ”

On the side, a long-haired man with a deflated backpack pondered for a few seconds and said, "Less than two hundred meters." ”

"Very good," I nodded, smiling, "work harder, and we'll be there." ”

"Yes!" Behind the man with long hair and a Chinese face, a slightly handsome man answered, and at the same time, he sealed his hands and cast magic, and four demonized bat puppets more than half a meter long shook their wings, ran in four directions, and flew out.

In front of a tree less than two meters away from him, a tall, thin old man with a white beard rested on it, and every few minutes he would pull out the water bladder stopper in his right hand and pour a mouthful of a deep red liquid, which was so mellow and intoxicating that only a little smell would confirm that it was the aroma of a fine wine.

With a soft sound, the old man removed the wine bag from his mouth, and before swallowing the mellow wine in his mouth, he first plugged the wine bag with a stopper, like an addict smoking medicinal powder, and swallowed the wine syrup in small sips, and before he knew it, a drop of crimson syrup slipped from the corner of his mouth, and off his chin, and fell on the tattered robe full of patches.

I don't know how many years this robe has been worn, the patches are all over the place, and the oil stains on the cuffs have long been integrated with the cuffs, and I want to wash it, but I can't.

It was such a robe, but the old man was never willing to throw it away, no matter how many times he sewed it, no matter how many times it was damaged, no matter how many times he sewed it up, he always wore it on his body.

Perhaps in his opinion, this robe is already like his skin, and he will never change it unless the day of death comes.

"Old man" I was idle, stood beside him, took the wine bag in his hand, took a sip, handed it back, and then looked him up and down, and said tentatively: "When did you change your clothes, they are all torn like this." ”

No, when he crossed the bushes just now, the sleeve of his robe was cut by the sharp branches, a hole more than three inches long.

"Don't change, don't change" Taylor waved his hand, his face was light, and he didn't seem to care about the broken sleeve.

"Shouldn't you make up for it again......"

At this point, I paused and continued, "If you continue to sew like this, it is estimated that it will not be long before the main body of this robe will be full of patches. ”

"No change, no change" Taylor shook his head and took a sip of wine, another drop of crimson syrup dripping down his chest.

"This robe is not heirloom...... No one will wear it even if it is an heirloom" I did not give up, and continued to persuade: "If you choose something decent and pass it to me, I will not wear this robe anyway." ”

"Bastard boy" Taylor said leisurely: "Even if you want to wear it, I won't give it to you, this robe will be buried with me in the future." ”

I was helpless: "Do you need to be so persistent......

Taylor ignored me and continued to drink to himself.

I was speechless by the old man's attitude, and I held it for a long time before I popped out the words: "Stubborn old man!" ”

However, Mr. Taylor's behavior also aroused my curiosity, what exactly is this robe, why it is so valued by him, and even the cleaning is done by himself, without the help of his hands......

"Xiao Yi" Yang Jiao's voice sounded behind him.

I turned my head, looked at him who was gasping slightly, and asked, "Is there a situation?" ”

Yang Jiao nodded: "Twelve meters ahead, there is a monster wearing scale armor, which is almost the same as the one you hacked to death before. ”

"Hmm" I nodded, "Anything else?" ”

"Fifteen meters to the left, there are two monitor lizards gnawing on the corpses of the little monsters."

"Heh" Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle, this is all deep in the dense forest, and I can even encounter things related to small monsters, this group of monsters with weak combat effectiveness, is really ubiquitous.

"Anything else?" I asked again.

"It's gone," Yang Jiao took a sip of water and said lightly.

With a wave of my hand, I whispered, "Let's go." ”

At the same time, he pulled out the Great Tai Knife and began to release his killing intent.

The road after that was not as dangerous as yesterday, no other griffons appeared, and even the little monsters that suddenly popped out to assassinate us became rarer, but there were wolves and monitor lizards, and there was a kind of monster with scales all over the body, like wild boars.

But none of this can stop us from moving forward.

Finally, before dusk the next day, we came to the perimeter of the octagonal clearing.

I didn't rush forward to explore, but announced that I would set up camp on the spot, raise the fire, and prepare dinner.

After dinner, I began to arrange the vigil sequence, four hours before the Yang Tree, then Godot, and finally me.

Lying in the tent, I began to imagine what I might encounter tomorrow.

In the midst of such a lush dense forest, an octagonal clearing suddenly appeared, saying that there is nothing strange, who believes it?

In particular, this dense forest has not been explored.

The strangeness of this is even more unpredictable.

If this was placed on the Azure Planet, it might be included in the Unsolved Mysteries of the World series, and the crop circle.

"What are you going to do if it's really an alien?" The sound of the Great Taidao interrupted my rambling fantasies.

"Then it depends on whether the aliens are friendly or not," I said, "If it's not good for me, don't even think about it, cut him!" ”

"You're really direct," Dataidao laughed, "Although rude, I like it." ”

......

I chatted with Dataidao for a while, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

"Xiao Yi, wake up!" Yang Jiao's anxious voice came to my ears and woke me up.

Sitting up in a daze, I felt my heart beating wildly at twice the usual speed, and I took several deep breaths in a row, and finally calmed down, I glared at him: "What's the matter, panicked?" ”

Yang Jiao cried and said with a sad face: "Xiao Yi, we are surrounded. ”

Besieged?

I listened with a bewildered expression: "What is surrounded?" ”

Seeing that Yang Jiao's face was not good, he knew that he couldn't ask anything definitely, so he took a knife and walked out of the tent quickly.

It was still dark, and the sultry wind was blowing through the gaps in the foliage, tickling my face.

In this dark and dense forest night, countless sparks are densely lit, like stars in the night sky, but they are flashing with greedy fierce light.