I'm not sure where we are right now. Not only was the direction uncertain, but the forest we were in was more than I had originally anticipated. I had thought that the forest was a flooded part of a hill, because of the huge plants I had seen in this valley, all growing on the hills, and in the swamp there were only dense artemisia grasses. But I ran like an old ape among the giant trees, but I never saw the hills or the land, and these tall plants seemed to grow in the water. I'm wondering where we've gone?

The Laotians were still running ahead, and by this time the density of the trees had become so dense that I could see from a high vantage point that I could jump from one tree to another without even a rope. I, the junior brother who parkour on the branches, suffered a lot to keep up with the speed of the two Laotians.

At first, they were still connecting me between the two trees, but then the forest was so dense that they couldn't clearly distinguish the boundary between the trees, and the branches crisscrossed and crisscrossed You have me, I have you. In this case, it would be redundant to establish a connection between the two trees with a rope, and at the same time, the two Laotians seem to think that it would be superfluous to pick me up in this situation.

After helping me jump over a branch, Buazon stuffed the rope into his backpack and gestured to me, meaning that there was no need for rope underneath. Then he nimbly climbed the branches and chased the Laotians in front of him. When I understood what he meant, I suddenly felt a sense of fear in my heart, and I felt that they had the intention of dumping me. I chased after them desperately, and I was not sure of jumping from one tree to another alone, but I still watched them jump to another tree, and did not stop, and when I continued to walk through the branches and leaves, I actually felt abandoned, maybe it was the herd mentality of people.

It hurt me now, and I went to the place where they had jumped to see it, even though the distance between the two trees was so close that the branches could reach for it. But it was difficult for me to jump from one tree to another. The trees are close to each other only at the end of the branches, and the Laos are light and light, and it seems that they often do this work, and they can jump over them by the elasticity of the branches. I originally planned to learn from the Laotians to throw a rope to the opposite tree to lasso, and then swing over, but after actually operating it, I realized that this work was not practiced in a day or two, so I had to stuff the rope that had been prepared for a long time back into my backpack. Be ruthless, let's skip once.

I weigh more than the Laotians, and I was so low that I was worried that the branches would break off if I trembled a few times. I carefully let the branches sway slowly, a bit like a springboard for diving, but not as elastic as a springboard. The branches are soft and bounce back not small, but slowly, like slow motion.

It was too difficult to jump onto the opposite branch under this elasticity, so I was so ruthless that I stepped on the treetops under my feet twice. The branches bounced up and down even more, and at one point, I jumped forward with all my might.

I felt the fear, but I didn't feel the thrill of flying through the air, so I threw myself on the opposite branch. It was simpler than I thought, the branches were too close to each other, and the branches were stronger than I thought. I grabbed everything I could with my hands in a panic, and the branch beneath me, though vibrating violently, seemed to have no problem bearing my weight.

The fear didn't stay with me for long, I was even more worried about being left behind by two Laotians, who were more capable of surviving than I was in this environment, and they seemed to have a clear way to escape. This is especially important for me, without a compass, without a reference, there is no directionality for me.

I immediately left the branch and stared at the fluorescent light in the distance and chased after the two Laotians.

With my first solo jumping experience, I relaxed and gradually mastered some of the techniques of jumping in the woods. It's just that there are too many kinds of trees here, and there are few of the same species, so the elasticity of each tree's branches, the distribution of branches and leaves, and the degree of density are different, which still makes me suffer a lot. These are still minor problems, and what worries me the most is that the shadow of the Laotians is getting more and more blurred and farther and farther away.

Just when I was worried about losing the Laotians, the glow stick in front of me stood still. I panted under the glow stick and saw two Laotians muttering something on a tree branch. I gasped and made an inquiring gesture to them: What happened?

Buazon used a flashlight to shine a flashlight on the water under the tree and explained it to me.

I roughly understood what he meant. Just as I had predicted, the direction they were traveling was the direction of the current. This is probably a choice made by the Laotians based on experience. They should have made the right choice, and if I had lost my sense of direction, I would have done the same. Because the water will eventually converge into the river, we will follow the flow and eventually come out of this valley.

Whether we were floating down the water or jumping up the trees, we observed the direction of the current. The current will deflect by different amplitudes as it passes over hills or high ground, but the general direction will not change. But now something is going on, and the flow here is blocked, as if there was a dam in front of it, and here the water forms a turbulent current, which rolls up a huge whirlpool, and then rushes to the left almost at a right angle.

If there is a hill in front of you, the flow of water will be blocked, but the flow will diverge from both sides of the hill, and it will not be the water that turns away sharply. The two Laotians were stunned by the scene in front of them, they could do a lot with experience, but once this matter was beyond common sense, they immediately had no choice.

Finally getting a moment to catch my breath, I first leaned down on a thick branch and let myself relax. I think I have excellent stamina, but I can't bear it anymore.

The branch where I was resting on my stomach was growing horizontally, and my face was facing the water. Of course, I prefer to lie on the branch, which is wide enough to lie down, but the injury to my back has forced me to rest in a lying position. I was worried that I wouldn't get medical treatment in time, and that I would have to rest in this position for the rest of my life, which would take away a lot of the pleasures of life, such as a position that looked comfortable for bed activities, and I would say goodbye to it forever.

This position made the roaring sound of the water even more pronounced, and I opened the cyclops and turned the aperture wider, so that I could see the white foam and debris rolling up on the water. At this point, the water had begun to swirl into huge whirlpools, and many huge whirlpools collided and rushed forward, causing large froths.

Earlier, the direction of the water flow changed, and turbulence and whirlpools became more pronounced. But there was no road in that rough place, and of course, I was talking about the aerial corridor, and there were no huge plants for us to climb and jump over.

This huge tropical flora seems to come to an abrupt end here.

PS: It's almost two hundred chapters. Although the story is still confusing here, I have already entered the halfway run, so please continue to support me if you like this story. Thank you.