It is common sense that the wood is afraid of fire, and it is common sense that the wood is afraid of fire, but the trees are watery, how can it be so easy to ignite, especially the venom of the poisonous wood, which has a considerable restraint effect on the flame. Fire? Correct? wen

Yao Shaozhi didn't have any ignition appliances on his body, so he could only use the so-called drilling wood to make fire, but ......

He rolled his eyes a little embarrassed, only to realize that no one in this place would find him embarrassed.

It seems that the only way to survive is cut off, and maybe enough water is fine......

Why don't you dig a hole in the ground and maybe you can isolate the poisonous fog?

The hot feeling on his body worsened again, and he scrubbed his body again, there was still a small half pot of water in the kettle, and the wet clothes were almost dry.

If you can't think of a way, you can only rely on this wet clothes and water for less than two hours.

There are still some dead leaves in this wood, and maybe, as long as you find some dead branches, you can still make a fire.

He had come so far that it was impossible for him to exit in two or three hours, so he could only put his hope on the fire.

There are dead leaves, but they are not good, but at least they are much better than those on the trees.

When life is at stake, the speed always increases a lot, and a pile of dead leaves quickly piles up, and two smaller stones are found.

This is certainly not flint, which is used to rub the fire, instead of wood.

Although the effect will be reduced, because there are no people here, there are really no broken branches.

Tie your clothes to your face, hold the stones with both hands and rub them quickly until your arms feel weak, the stones in your hands are so hot that they can't burn, but the fire still can't burn.

Yao Shaozhi told himself that if he persevered, the fire would definitely ignite.

However, this desperate humidity prevented the flames from needing high temperatures.

Once again, the hot sensation was unbearable, and some water was added to the clothes and scrubbed again.

Maybe it's because of the more scrubbing, more and more toxins have accumulated on the body and haven't been cleaned, maybe the body's resistance to toxins is getting lower and lower, or maybe the concentration of toxic fog has become higher.

As soon as I rubbed my legs, my face began to be unbearable again.

Yao Shaozhi clenched his fists, unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Picking up two stones in his hand, he slammed them hard again and again, although they were not flints, but they could produce sparks as fast as the force was strong enough.

The arms were literally almost unconscious, and sparks appeared, but they couldn't ignite the dead leaves, but at least it was a hope, and the effort continued, and then, the stone shattered.

It was the stones that were broken, but at the same time there was hope for the shattered.

But even if there is no hope, the human instinct for survival will still make a last-ditch effort.

He spread those dead leaves on his body, trying to block the penetration of the poisonous mist, but the water vapor of the dead leaves was originally the condensation of the poisonous mist, which made it even worse.

He was really desperate, and he looked forward to the flame infinitely, but the flame would not come.

Looking up at the sky, he wished that the sun horse would rise, or that a fireball would fall from the sky.

The burning pain of his body caused him to hallucinate, he felt that he was in a fire, but the fire was only attached to his body, unable to ignite the pile of leaves in front of him.

Under the illusion, he tried to throw the fire on the dead leaves and ignite it.

And then...... A real burning pain came from between his fingers, waking him up from his hallucinations.

The leaves touched by his fingers were really burning, making Yao Shaozhi think that he had seen a ghost.

But hell or not, this flame represents hope.

Thick smoke and flames, Yao Shaozhi was afraid of extinguishing the flame that represented hope.

The flame did not disappoint him, and it burned bigger and bigger, dispelling the fog around him and making him feel warm.

It's a good feeling to be alive.

I have never died, and I have never known how precious life is.

The body was still burning, and the shoulders and those places that were stuck to the water on the leaves began to festered slightly, Yao Shaozhi carefully wiped the water from the kettle, and then took a few sips.

There are still a few mouthfuls of water in the pot, I don't know how far the road is, maybe tomorrow, I should cover my mouth and nose with this water, and go back the same way......

The flames were flickering, and Yao Shaozhi pushed the leaves under the tree, pulling down some branches to try to ignite them.

Because the dead leaves were so scattered, he couldn't take them with him to find new ones, which would soon be burned out.

If he could, he wanted to set fire a poison tree for at least a night.

This hellish forest is all burned.

The branches of the poisonous wood oozed a blackened liquid from the baking, and it was completely dried before it began to burn, but it burned itself within a few seconds.

It seems that it is indeed unrealistic to set fire to this forest.

The broken straw sandals woven on the feet have long been gone, and it is lucky that they have not encountered a swamp for such a long time, but now, it has become especially important to burn something.

Putting on his clothes, Yao Shaozhi rushed out to collect some leaves with a sigh, and at the same time moved the fire to the side as much as possible, there are really not many things that can be burned in this forest, and I don't know why there are so few dead grass and dead leaves on the ground in such an old forest.

But after a hard night, the fog finally cleared and the flames were extinguished.

Although Yao Shaozhi worked very hard to preserve the fire, dead leaves are dead leaves after all.

At this time, the morning fog has dissipated, maybe it is almost noon, according to yesterday's experience, there will be fog after a while, he can't stay here for a long time, even if there is fire, he can't hold on without food.

The night of tossing and turning had almost exhausted his physical strength, but now he had to get up and run outside.

The direction was chaotic, and what he was most afraid of now was getting lost in this forest.

Such a difficult night had passed, and he didn't want to die again.

I made two broken shoes with ease, and the horror of the swamp has not been forgotten, at this speed, it is really a problem to escape.

Now there are roads on all sides, but there is no road to regret, and if you don't go far, your shoes will be damaged because of the swamp, so the more time you delay, the less hope.

He hadn't figured out what was going on with the inexplicable fire that had been kindled last night, and he didn't want to pin his hopes on the nameless fire.

One more night, and I guess he has no hope.

Perhaps, he really had been in a whirling relationship, after the fog of noon, and as night approached, he heard the sound of water again.

Overjoyed, he didn't care about the shoes that were thrown off and the swamp that might appear at any time, and ran away.

Finally, a large river that flows endlessly appears in front of me.

With a pop, Yao Shaozhi sat on the ground.

It may be that there is no swamp on the periphery, so he will be so lucky to come back alive.

After he relaxed, his eyes went black and he fainted.

This may be the most frequent time he faints in his life, after all, ordinary people will always faint unless they are sick.