What did the ancestor say? , "Heaven and earth are lucky, and the cycle repeats", nothing is immutable, such as the bad luck of the four of us;

Huya didn't really force the bald man to catch a white-fleshed insect to lead the way, in fact, she just rolled her eyes at the bald man after she finished speaking, and then didn't say a word for a few days;

But we still found the swamp, not because of the thirst and hunger of the yellow-skinned and blue-eyed people who went out to find life, but because:

"Boring"!

I really can't describe what this boredom is like, everyone seems to be nervously busy, such as the bald man wrapping a more delicate and tight leaf cover with wider leaves, or staring at the dangling dagger with my good eyes, or even the dumb man has begun to deliberately pick some poisonous mushrooms nearby, the intention is to teach me to make me realize that such things cannot be eaten, and if you eat them, you will die!

Looking at the leaf cover spread all over the ground, it was simply a pile of handicrafts, buckled to the ground like a turtle shell everywhere, regardless of whether there was grass wrapped in grass underneath, and just like that, the crown of the dozen or so dwarf trees that could climb above our heads became his bald head day by day because of his trampling of leaves--- but he was still unsatisfied......

When I found out that Huya had lost interest in cleaning up the bald man, it was the thirteenth day that we had been trapped here, and I finally realized that we were not busy, but everyone was trying to prove that they were alive in their own way.

So, on that day, four strange people appeared in this forest, four people in a row holding hands, and in these thirteen days, the white flesh worms, miasma, and all the enemies we feared did not visit this dense forest that existed like a dead place, which made us much more bold and expanded the scope of exploration, but the target of the search was very vague, and even I didn't know what I was searching for, so I had to persuade myself that we were looking for more "tree carvings", Let's see if we can find clues that we haven't been able to find before.

It's more appropriate to say that this is not so much a search as a "walk", but it is this kind of walk that makes us unexpectedly rewarding.

As I judged before, those tree carvings are indeed not Qimen Dunjia Taiji gossip and mysterious things, but indeed a road guide, in fact, when we go around the camp for a while, we will find that the tree carvings in many directions suddenly disappear like evaporation in the forest, and only one direction is still extending outward.

Frankly, it was my mistake, and I have become more cautious over the years due to the memories of too many failures and painful lessons in the past, and if I had agreed that they had the courage to search out of the camp earlier, I would not be in the predicament I am in.

The guidance of the carved trees led us to a slightly sloping wood, much sparser than where we had been stuck, and a foul smell permeating the air, which was distinctly different from our camp;

The ground soil of the slope forest is very soft, as if stepping on a hard sponge, what surprises me is that as long as you gently step on the soil with your feet a few times, the soil will gradually overflow with mud, which is a typical "slurry" phenomenon, and it does make me nervous for a long time, in the dense forest past experience tells us that the danger usually occurs in this kind of terrain sudden change moment, but after a while I dispelled this thought, because the terrain has not changed, we still clearly see our way from, Even the four of them walked back a hundred or two hundred meters, and everything was still in place.

"Was this the last way you walked?" I asked, and such a question was obviously addressed to the bald man, for the mute was on alert at this time;

The bald man said, "No, there was no road at all on the last journey, and we walked to the place where the stone was found."

"You haven't seen this forest?"

"No, or maybe there is, who would still look at these things at that time, seeing the swamp and the boiling hot water, Lao Tzu even thought about how to die at that time!";

I looked at Bald, a natural pessimist like me, and asked with a smile:

"Oh? What did you think about how to die? ”；

"Throw those white-robed ghosts into boiling water and boil them, how can you eat a full stomach before you die!";

Yes, he and I have the same pessimistic characteristics when we look at things, which is obviously different from balls and dumb, some people say that this is called thoughtfulness and thinking twice, but in fact, it is all special nonsense, but it is just because of the loss of "timidity" and "looking ahead".

From this point of view, I envy the optimistic character of Dan Dan and Dumb, as long as there is enough food and water, they would rather live in the grove with a radius of less than 100 square meters, rather than take the risk of going out and take a step, this is like facing half a glass of water, I and the bald man may say "only half of the water in the cup", while the Dan and the dumb man will definitely say "there is still half a cup of water in the cup", okay... It is true that the dumb man cannot speak.

The trees on the slope gradually thinned out, revealing a dead silence filled with white mist in the distance, the white mist was very floating, but it looked more like water vapor than fog, which made me hesitate, and the "slurry ground" under my feet deepened my solemnity, making me in a dilemma, these mud were different from the swamp mud in the black dragon forest on the island before, I could even feel the temperature brought up by the mud, that is, under this unfortunate slurry water and leylines, there must be a huge heat source somewhere.

"Shanna, we have to go back to camp for the time being," Huya said solemnly, hesitating for a long time at the dead ground down the slope;

"Well, we have to go back, we need water, food, ropes, and a long stick for pathfinding," I nodded to the tiger;

"No, no, Shanna, it's not these, it's me who smells death there", the tiger girl didn't look at me, and muttered in a low voice;

"What does death smell like?" , I wanted to say to the tiger girl, "Don't talk about those sun god things at this juncture", but I recalled her expression of baring my teeth, and immediately gave up this idea of looking for death;

"The sorcerer once told me about the Silent Swamp, where the birds did not skim the air, the insects did not chirp, the white mist was scattered, and the water was boiling, and she told all the people that if there was such a place that we could not enter, it was the killing ground of Shandan."

As she spoke, she looked at the bald man and the mute, and her tone was particularly solemn in the words "birds do not sweep the air, insects do not chirp, white mist is scattered, and boiling water is boiling", and her voice is as low as if she is chanting medieval scriptures.

The bald man was fine, and he looked left and right at the dead mudflats without looking back, but the mute man's face changed several times, and the old witch had really told her people these words;

"You mean...... Did the people who carved these tree carvings deliberately lead us here? ”；

I looked at Huya in surprise and asked, but Huya nodded lightly in return.