Our excitement was instantly extinguished by the strange camp in front of us, the two of us looked at each other, I wanted to hug my head and cry, I was too tired to deal with any emergencies. I suddenly felt like I was going crazy, and this forest was trying to drive me crazy.

The fat man's nerves were much stronger than mine, and while he put down Panzi and let him lean against a stone, he let me go in with him to investigate. There was no fog around us, so he picked up a stone and hit his head, and the two of us cautiously walked into the tents and into the camp.

As soon as I walked in, I felt how well prepared the third uncle was this time, and I saw the generator, the stove, and even a huge awning. Underneath the awning was a large flat rock, on which were pressed with many papers, and I saw a few cups for brushing my teeth resting on the relic stones on one side, and the tie pole between the two tents on the other side had been tied with vines and clothes hung from them. It's almost like a simple settlement.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, no signs of a fight, no blood, but there was no one either, as if the people in the camp had just gone hiking.

In the middle of the camp, we found a huge bonfire, which had been completely turned to ashes, and in the bonfire we found the remaining balls of smoke, apparently not wrong, this is where the signal smoke was generated. That's where the smoke rose yesterday.

The tent doors were all open, so we could see that there was no one inside, and we could even smell the Hong Kong foot inside.

I tiptoed around and found nothing, and the fat man looked at me.

I remembered the face of the signal smoke I saw at the time. Panzi said that the red sè signal smoke means "don't come closer", and it is clear that something is going on here. I couldn't help but get nervous again, feeling covered in thorns, where have these people gone? What happened here?

The feeling of uneasiness cannot be suppressed, and if we were well equipped and strong, I might even decide to leave here immediately and find a safe place nearby to take a closer look, but we have almost half a life left now, and I really don't want to leave here and trek again. In Panzi's case, it is impossible to do this, and he must be cared for immediately.

On the boulder under the awning, the fat man found a pack of cigarettes, he was itchy and immediately lit and smoked, but he was too tired, and he smoked two puffs a little hard, I also smoked a few puffs, tobacco at this time played a medicinal value, I slowly soothed.

Then, we immediately carried Panzi to one of the tents, I saw that there were two backpacks inside, this kind of tent is very large, a tent can sleep at least four people, there are a lot of sundries on the tarp in the tent, flashlights, watches, I didn't take it away, I even saw an mp3, but I didn't see any electric lights, I said to myself, is the small generator outside for this charging? It's also a waste.

Finally able to really relax inside, we stripped Panzi of all the clothes, got rid of the remaining grass ticks, the fat man rummaged through one person's backpack, found a small box of medicine from it, and used the wine jīng inside to disinfect Panzi's wounds again, and then he went to the tent in the camp to rummage one by one, found a box of needles and threads, and sewed up the wounds on Panzi's body that were too deep.

Panzi had woken up, dazed, and didn't know if he was conscious. The fat man went down with a needle, and his face was visibly distorted, but there was no excessive struggle reaction.

Seeing the neatness of the fat man's wounds, I was surprised: "What did you do before, and you can still do this craft." ”

"I told you that you always forget, you go to the mountains and go to the countryside, who can't do needlework, no father beats and no mother hurts, so you have to take care of yourself." He said: "But this human skin is really the first time to sew, you said I don't want to sew some patterns, otherwise this guy will not feel too monotonous." ”

I knew he was joking, and I laughed dryly, indicating that it wasn't funny at all.

Looking at Panzi, I sighed, fortunately, although this giant python is infinitely powerful, but its teeth are short, even if it is such a serious injury, it does not hurt Panzi's vital point, but it has lost too much blood, and I am afraid it is not so easy to recover. Looking at the naked [**] Panzi, and his scars all over his body, I suddenly realized the origin of his scars, I'm afraid that every time he goes to the ground, he is nine deaths, no wonder the third uncle relies on him so much, this guy is really completely deadly when he does things.

However, maybe it is this style of doing things that allows him to survive every time, even though he is seriously injured every time, I think to myself.

The fat man said to me, "This is called self-destructive tendencies. I know very well, I have a dead friend, I have been on the battlefield before, and he is in the same class as the people are dead, and the death is very miserable, he can't slow down after he is discharged from the army, I always wonder why he died at that time, as if he survived because someone else fired him, and when I was fighting, he did things desperately looking for death, what danger to do, in fact, he just wanted to find a chance to kill himself, this kind of person just has to have a memory, otherwise he will really do everything, so I feel that your third uncle is like a lifesaver for Da Pan. ”

I didn't have that deep experience and couldn't understand what the fat man said, but seeing that his hands were shaking a little, I told him not to talk and concentrate on stitching.

The two of them sewed for nearly an hour before the wound was sewn up, and their hands were full of blood, and they disinfected the wound for Panzi, and the fat man was relieved, and Panzi fell asleep again.

When we walked out of the tent, we all had to sit down and rest, but the fat man was not completely relaxed, and immediately looked around and said, "Something is wrong here, I think we can clean up more now, and we can't stay here for long." ”

I nodded, trying to stand up, but as soon as I moved, I found that I couldn't walk, there was not a single muscle in my body that could listen to my commands, and the fat man moved twice, obviously he couldn't move, and we looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and sighed together.

To tell the truth, we've run out of oil, and even if there is a fire burning my eyebrows now, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up. Whether it is jīng god and [**], it is beyond the limit of fatigue and is completely unusable.

Seeing that I didn't move, the fat man smiled bitterly and said, but now it's not safe to go back to the jungle, I'm afraid it's not safe, rather than being killed in a cold place, he would rather die here, listening to this mp3 to kill a snake is also worthy of a celebrity like him.

This is a bit of a qjīng god, but I nodded, or nodded sincerely, although I have experienced this kind of exhaustion several times before, but this time it is particularly severe, mainly because before entering here, we have spent too much jīng strength and physical strength through the Great Gobi, and we were already very tired before entering the canyon, and then we were completely hard to hold on. It was a desperate feeling to find out that the journey had just begun, but what was even more terrifying was that I knew that if I survived, the journey back would be the real test. Now A-Ning's walkie-talkie, if it really exists, we can't get it. Then what will happen behind this will be a complete nightmare.

It's a headache to think about, and I really don't want to think about it.

We rested for a while, boiled tea, ate some dry food, and then took off all the clothes on our bodies, the clothes could not be put on when we took them off, and any hole was bigger than the trouser legs, so we had to don't, and I just found a few pieces in the sun to put on, and then looked at my legs, all of which were blood marks drawn by thorns, and the stinging of the water was stinging, but there was no danger of infection.

The disgusting thing is that those grass ticks, there is no one on the front of the legs, all concentrated in the foot sockets behind the knees, the blood is full, the fat man found a special spray to kill grass ticks, touched it, the grass ticks all fell down, I wanted to pat flat, the fat man said that a shot may attract more over. They all swept into the stove and burned with a crackling sound.

The tea made with my own blood was extraordinarily fragrant, and I drank a little and washed my feet and wounds. My muscles, which had been completely numb, finally began to feel soreness, weakness, and numbness, and I couldn't even stand up, so I could only move my butt as a foot.

Last night, I was the only one who slept for a while, so although I was sleepy, I still let the fat man sleep for a while first, and leaned on the stone on the side of the jǐng ring.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the whole ruins were clearly displayed in front of us, and the wind was quiet all around, and the whole valley was as quiet as if it were still, and I expected that the fat man would not be able to sleep, but he did not expect that in less than a second he leaned against the stone and made a thunderous snoring sound, and he did not even pinch out the cigarette, and fell asleep in his mouth.

I took his cigarette and smoked it myself, shook my head with a wry smile, and then I felt that I was almost going to sleep, and immediately beat the jīng god, trying my best to hold back and not let myself fall asleep, but no, as long as I sat still, my eyelids were as heavy as lead.

As the morning sun receded and the sun became poisonous, I took a few deep breaths and hid in the awning, forcing myself to start sorting out my backpack. At this time, I saw Wenjin's notebook stuffed in the innermost.

Afraid that this precious note would be damaged during such a harsh trek, I wrapped it in a pair of socks of my own, and after entering the canyon, the plan has not been able to catch up with the changes, and I have not had a chance to take a closer look.

Maybe it's been some years since Wen Jin came, although for the history of this ancient city, more than ten or twenty years is too short a time, but for the environment here, it is long enough, more than twenty years, the trees here are probably another growth entirely.

Wen Jin wrote: "There are many snakes here." "I didn't lie to us, but I think Wen Jin wrote too briefly, these snakes really have too much to write about, but she only noticed a lot, is it because she lacks a heart and eyes?

There was a lot of information in the notes about their journey through the rainforest, and I could have taken a closer look at it to see if there was anything I could do to help us, but after that, my mind went blank and I was preoccupied with how to get out of here, so I turned to the last part of the note.

However, I was so tired that my words were full of flowers, so I had to pour water on my eyes and beat the god Jīng. After turning a few pages, I really couldn't stand it, and I felt like reading a book like hypnosis now, so I put down my notes, and then tried to make my mind as blank as possible, but my mind was irreversibly hazy little by little.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard a faint voice in a trance, as if Pan Zi called me: "Little Third Master." ”

I woke up suddenly, thinking that Panzi needed something, so I immediately rubbed my eyes and stood up in pain, only to find that it was very quiet around me, and there was no sound.

I was sick of my heart, tired of hearing hallucinations, and immediately pressed my temples, but suddenly I heard a very soft voice, as if laughing, as if complaining about something, from the depths of the camp.

I'm a spirit, and the heart says they're back?

I immediately ran out, but when I saw that there was no one inside, I called out "Hi" and walked around in the middle of several large tents, but I didn't see anything.

Odd? I patted my head, and the silence around me was palpitating.

After standing there for a while, nothing happened, I inexplicably walked back, sat back in my original position, took a few deep breaths, lit a cigarette and felt that my brain might be delirious.

But immediately I knew that I didn't, and I saw several mud footprints on the stone in front of me, derived from a distance all the way to where I was sitting. This was not the case just now.

I felt like I looked around and saw that there was a lot of mud on the big stone where the documents were placed, and it was obvious that something was propping up on it. Then I noticed that the position of the note I had placed on it had changed, and it was stained with mud.

For a moment I was sleepy and immediately stood up.

Who did this to you? So many mud footprints, is it that Wenjin? This guy saw his notes and flipped through them? Or is it the monster that seems to be Anin?

I looked around, but no one was there, so I went to see the footprints, and I saw that the footprints were all the way into Panzi's tent. I immediately picked up a rock and went to the fat man's side, trying to wake him up.

It was not so easy to wake up the fat man, I shook it a few times but there was no response, and I didn't dare to make too much noise, so I had to grit my teeth and walk towards the tent by myself.

The tent was empty, and when I walked up to it, I saw a mud handprint on the nylon curtain of the tent, and immediately swallowed.

Taking a deep breath, I imagined the process, I opened the curtain of the door, and then rushed in, screaming first, if the person pounced on me, Lao Tzu would stone her.

At this time, I suddenly felt that the stone was not very suitable, but I did not have time to find another one. I took another deep breath and gritted my teeth and slipped into the tent. Sure enough, I saw a man covered in mud squatting in front of Panzi.

I screamed, and was about to pounce on him, when I saw the man turn his head, and I was stunned, and I saw a pair of familiar eyes on his muddy face.

It turned out to be a stuffy oil bottle.