Early in the morning, Weir woke up and yawned, "Ah~".

Sitting up from the warm thatch, Ver patted the filth from the corner of his eye and wiped his face.

Crystal clear water rippled in the glass bottle, sliding from the mouth of the bottle to Will's mouth.

A dreamless night.

Will stood up and stretched his arms and legs.

"A vibrant day, well, great for traveling."

Pick up the backpack on the ground and place a basket of grilled rabbit meat in the backpack.

Pick up a half rabbit rack from the stone and place it on the blade. Walked to the end of the water source, washed his face, washed his hair.

Eventually, Wiel simply took a shower.

Dirt piled up on the body, blades of grass in the hair and strange things. After a bit of rinsing, it becomes clean.

Her hair was wet, her sideburns covered half of her ears, and the stubble on her chin grew thicker.

Vere looked at the rag-like suit at his feet. "I can't wear it." After several grinding, a cheap suit turned into a rag strip.

Wiel found that he could no longer recognize where the neckline was and where was the underneath of his clothes. Just like that, piled up by the stream, the mud mixed with water stains, and the white salt marks, so that the clothes are mixed together, can you wear them? Ver hesitated for a long time.

"Can't you go like this?" Wiel stood in the water, naked. "Do you want to make a grass skirt? Uh-huh, grass. ”

"Grass armor!"

Vere remembered, "Well, it's not very useful, but it can be covered."

Lift your feet out of the water. Carrying the only intact washed panties, Wille looked around and walked like a thief to the place where the thatch had been piled up.

"Grass armor." The thatch in Wiel's hand disappeared in a trance, and when it reappeared, it had been transformed into a piece of grass armor. "It's all one!"

T-shirt-like upper body, a grass skirt that wraps around the thighs, and a pair of straw sandals.

Wiel wiped the water from his body and put on his straw armor.

A primitive savage appeared.

This is the progress of civilization, this is the regression of culture, and this is also the first time, and for the first time, Wille feels that the shape of the clothes is unimportant.

There was no sticky feeling on the body, and the thatch armor was unexpectedly breathable. The body moved, and it did not hinder the stagnation of the movement. The weaving of thatch is more like a piece of cloth. "It's not bad, it fits perfectly."

"If that's the case, why don't I just get it out at the beach?!" Will shook his head, flicking out the idea that the grass armor was an upside-down basket.

After walking a few steps, the straw sandals fit perfectly, "Sure enough, my skills are not good." Vere accepted this with ease.

Go back to the water's edge and fill the water bottle again. Wiel wrapped the leaves around her back. "Well, everything is ready, it's time to go to the woods."

Stretch out your right hand and "light, lead the way." ”

A cloud of light emerged, slowly drifting through the dense forest ahead.

……

"Rustle" Wille stepped on the leaves on the ground, carefully avoiding the aerial roots on the ground.

"If you go on your own, you'll get lost." On the left is a tree, on the right is a tree, on the top is a tree, and on the bottom is a tree, eh, dirt.

Anyway, they were all trees, and the light could no longer penetrate them, and they were blocked out of the forest by thick branches and leaves.

With the machete in his hand, Ver slashed through the vines that stood in his way.

"It is said that there is a forest miasma in the forest, which will make people hallucinate. I don't know if it's true. ”

The smell of humus filled the air, and Wille gradually lost his sense of time, and it was silent and dim all around.

The light in front of him moved steadily, and Veel followed quietly behind.

Suddenly, in the afterglow of Vere, the trees in the forest seemed to be swayed by something, and Veel stood still, "What the hell? ”

I rubbed my eyes, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The ball of light floated in front of it, levitating. "It's no different, huh?" Taking a sip of water, Vere gripped the knife, "It looks durable." ”

With that, he walked forward again.

Among the branches and leaves above Veel's head, a multi-legged shadow quietly observed Veir on the ground with its scarlet compound eyes.

"Hiss~" The sound of chelicerae rubbing against each other was hidden in the dense forest. With the sound of rippling leaves, the shadows wandered in the direction of Veel.

"How long have we been gone?" Weir asked the white light, "Hey, I forgot you can't speak, why can't you remember?" ”

Wille sat in front of a tree and rubbed his legs tiredly, "I said, where are we going, I saw a town-like place on the top of the mountain, you say, will there be people in that place?" Are you going there now? Ver muttered, took out the meat from the bag, and ate it.

He took the scroll out of his backpack and looked at it carefully as he ate the meat.

Danger always comes inadvertently, and if it is inadvertently, is it still dangerous?

A long, barbed leg stabbed out of Veil's back, and in one fell swoop stabbed into Veil's bag, piercing through the bag and onto the grass armor, the tips of the claws at the end piercing Veil's skin.

It was so fast, so fast that no blood came out. Fortunately, there was a grass armor to block it, otherwise this time, Veel's heart would have been pierced with a hole.

Weir, who was eating, was completely unaware of it, only to feel the sound of a cloth tearing in his back, and then a sharp pain came over him. "Ahh Cough, cough, woo. ”

As Vere was chewing, the sharp stinging and sudden startle caused Veel to choke on flesh in his throat, and the epiglottis cartilage could not be completely closed, and some debris choked into his trachea, causing Vere to cough wildly.

But the pain that followed made Weir's mouth open wide in pain, wanting to shout out to relieve the pain in his body.

I want to cough, I want to scream, I want to understand what's going on. In just an instant, Weier's face turned red.

At this moment, the huge, barbed pointed foot lifted Vere up at once, and the tip of the piercing could not have brought Vere, but the backpack behind him lifted Ver and chiseled it to the ground.

Weir waved his limbs wildly in mid-air, his face flushed, and his eyeballs seemed to pop out of his sockets.

If it is smashed this time, Weier will definitely become a human flesh candy gourd.

Waving in mid-air, the leaf bag behind Weir suddenly disappeared, and it was so damaged that it almost tore the backpack to shreds, and it took the weight of Weir, and finally couldn't support it anymore and dissipated.

As a result, Wiel saved a life.

Ver was thrown out, and his claws were nailed to the ground.

"Ahem, ah! Ahem, ahem. Instead, Will, who had been smashed, coughed up the contents of his throat. Ignoring the feeling of warmth and tingling in his back, he struggled to get up and looked in the direction where he had been thrown.

A huge shadow crawled out from behind the trees. I was trying hard to pull out one of my feet that was stuck in the ground.

It was a huge spider, just crawling on the ground, and it was already as tall as Veel's neck.

A few pairs of green eyes, mucus mouthparts, fluffy hair, two-knotted bodies, and eight barbed barbs, with large, sharp claws plowing the ground into shallow marks.

Watching Vere stand up and look at it, the Great Spider let out a silent roar at Vere.

Standing in the distance, Wiel seemed to be able to smell the pungent stench of a spider's mouth.

"Run! Come on! That was the only thought in Wille's mind. The originally flushed face suddenly turned pale. "Move! Move! Weir's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. His legs were stiff, and he couldn't move when he wanted to sell his pace.

At this time, the spider pulled out its claws that were stuck in the ground, and then, with a force back, its front legs straightened, and it jumped from a distance.

Vere's right foot only took half a step back, and the tip of his claw came to Veel's eyes. Wiel felt as if time had slowed down. In the dim dense forest, the claw tips in front of him were completely black, and in front of Weir's eyes, he actually saw the wind twisting the claw tips.

"It's over" was the only thought in Will's mind.