When the sun rises, all kinds of insects disappear one after another, as if they have seen natural predators, some burrowing, some forcibly burrowing into the gravel ground, some burrowing into the cracks of stones and grass, and even the corpses of insects left in the struggle are snatched away. The whole wasteland was the same as before, silent and desolate.

Zhang Le, who was immortal, took a look at his body, touched his head again, and was very happy, it was originally a big frog that had been skinned, but now he finally has the appearance of a little human, except for a small place on the right side of his face, the whole body is wrapped in skin, and the only regret is that the whole body is bare, without a trace of hair. Zhang Le suddenly remembered something, looked down between his legs, breathed a long sigh of relief, and his biggest worry disappeared.

Looking around, it was calm, but Zhang Le didn't dare to stay in this place anymore.

Back in the cave, Zhang Le looked at the pile of moth meat and was worried, it was all good things, and he needed to find something to take away the food. There is definitely no ready-made, Zhang Le looked at the weeds all over the ground, and decided to make one himself, when he was a child, he took a handicraft class of weaving small baskets with colored rattan in kindergarten, but he didn't expect it to be useful now.

Time was pressing, Zhang Le spent half an hour weaving a rough basket, and at the same time made a little improvement, narrowing the basket mouth, and braiding the handle of the basket a little longer so that it could be straddled diagonally on his shoulder.

Zhang Le put the moth meat and the last two remaining coconuts into the basket and set off. As for the route, Zhang Le had already thought of it, which was to go upstream along the river that was close to drying up. Bison horn Zhang Le threw one, that thing was too heavy, it was really useful, the two were not easy to handle, and it was too heavy to carry, so he simply threw away one.

Back to the river, Zhang Le squatted down and washed himself with his hands, there were no fish in the river more than one meter wide, but there were some small shrimp and many locusts about 20 centimeters long. I was in a hurry when I passed by yesterday, and I didn't find any of this. Zhang Le wanted to catch a few small shrimp to taste the taste, but when he saw the giant locust next to the small shrimp, he suddenly lost his appetite.

"Mollusches are really the most disgusting thing in the world!" Zhang Le muttered to himself, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, he seemed to have said this, and he said it in the ice dragon base, and after thinking about it, he couldn't think of why he said that.

Human civilization is the civilization of the great river, and it is inevitable that human settlements will be found along the river, and this principle is common all over the world. Sure enough, before noon came, Zhang Le arrived at a village. Looking at the simple semi-underground thatched house, Zhang Le was a little convinced that this should be the African continent. However, not all the houses are simple houses made of thatch and branches, and in the center of the village, there is a three-room one-piece brick and cement house, although it is only the most ordinary tiled house, but it is an out-and-out mansion in this village.

There was no one in the village, but Zhang Le felt that it was normal. If every night is the scene of last night, no human can survive, and the only way to survive is to move away. Apparently, that's what the village did.

Zhang Le entered several houses, and sure enough, he found two well-fitting T-shirts and a pair of fancy men's beach pants, as well as a pair of low-quality plastic slippers. After rinsing and wringing it out in the river water a little, Zhang Le put the clothes directly on his body, and the rest of the shirt was put on his shoulders and used as a sweat towel. With the protection of big pants, Zhang Le suddenly felt much safer. It was very hot, and the wet clothes were worn on the body for a while, and they were dried.

He didn't sleep last night, Zhang Le was sleepy and tired, and wanted to rest in the mansion for a while, but remembering the upcoming night, Zhang Le decided not to stay and continued to walk up the river. Either way, find a place where people gather or it's safer.

As soon as he walked out of the village, he was caught off guard, Zhang Le saw a group of people, and at the same time, the other party also discovered Zhang Le, after all, the distance between the two parties was only about fifty meters. Zhang Le's first reaction was to meet him, but the other party didn't think so, and raised all kinds of guys in their hands, with guns, knives and sticks, and stopped with a guarded face.

It was a group of foreigners, two men and three women, one of whom was a black man, and the rest were all white, all of them of strong stature, including women. The group of people were all dressed in camouflage and had oil paint on their faces, looking like regular troops. Zhang Le's eyesight is good, and he can clearly see that these people have scars on their faces, although they are not serious.

"Hey, friend, who are you?" A white woman first shouted in English. Zhang Le's reborn skin was very fair, and it was obvious that he was not a tribesman.

"Chinese, lost!" Zhang Le was inspired and replied. The Chinese have footprints all over the world, and although this explanation is ambiguous, it is offensive and defensible.

"How many?" The white woman continued.

"One." Zhang Le didn't want to hide that he finally ran into a human being, and his original intention was to ask for help, so there was no need to lie.

Apparently relieved to hear this answer, the group all laid down their weapons and continued to walk this way. Zhang Le is also happy in his heart, it seems that the five principles of peaceful coexistence that China propagates every day are not in vain, unless people and forces who take the initiative to make enemies with China, others feel that the Chinese are relatively friendly.

When they got closer, these people became more friendly, and the white woman in the lead smiled and pointed to the scar on Zhang Le's face and said, "Sure enough, friend, friend, where are you going?" Can I help you? ”

Zhang Le didn't understand why his scars had become a sign of friends, but seeing that these people also had terrible scars on their faces and bare arms, he suppressed the curiosity in his heart and said, "I want to find a town where there are many people." ”

The white woman nodded and said, "Don't worry, no problem, but don't worry, let's rest first." Is there a place to rest? Then, without waiting for Zhang Le to answer, he beckoned to the person behind him: "Bob and Lisa go to the neighborhood to scout!" The black man and another white woman agreed, then broke away from the group and began to patrol the outskirts of the village.

"Call me James, what do you call me?" Zhang Le approached these people. Jaime is the English name given to himself by Zhang Le, which he didn't have the opportunity to use in China before, but now he finally uses it.

The leading white woman is not tall, only about twenty years old, but her aura is very strong, although there is an ugly scar on her face, but it can be seen that her original appearance is still quite beautiful, blonde hair, small and delicate face, toned body, even now, if you don't pay attention to the scar, she is also a very delicate little beauty.

The leading white woman grinned, showing a neat row of teeth, "Call me Catherine, this is Tom, this is Mia." The two on patrol are Bob and Lisa. Catherine pointed to the stocky white man and the remaining tall, chestnut-haired woman.

Zhang Le said while leading the way in front: "Lady Catherine, the night here is very dangerous, there are a lot of bugs, I suggest you don't stay in this place." "Zhang Le actually didn't want to follow them back, one more minute, one minute closer to night, it was better to tell them about the dangerous situation here, and let them take him with him.