We're at the end of the underground river!? Or did we deviate from the underground river.

Away from the fragrant campfire, my attention and the light of the cyclops flashlight were mostly on the roof of the cave and in front of me, and I had to keep my feet on my feet so as not to trip. Only occasionally determine the direction of travel, that is, to illuminate the sawdust embankment along the river. It doesn't feel like it's off track.

But the silence made me feel unconfident, and I shook the light of the cyclops flashlight in the direction of the riverbank. A not-so-clear sawdust dam came into view.

I carried Jack on my back and walked towards the sawdust embankment.

Instead of being in the right direction, I felt more and more uneasy. At this moment, any change in the environment may bring us unknown variables. Although it is not for us to change for the better or for the worse, it is actually what I look forward to, because if it continues like this, no change is more desperate for us than there is change.

But my current premonition is terrible, I feel danger, I hate it, but I believe it.

Is this the same sawdust dam I used to climb? Walking up to the straight, endless of sawdust, I asked.

The wood chip dam has only a sparse layer of wood chips here, and it is further away from the riverbank. I stepped on the wood chips with my foot, which were very dry and brittle, and they were very rotten, and when I stepped down, the wood chips turned into powder, and a puff of dust rose upward. Of course, there will be no earthworms in such dry sawdust, which is obvious at a glance.

The temperature was already very low when I walked here, and I didn't feel cold when I was walking with Jack and two backpacks and two guns, but I was covered in sweat. Standing here for only a short moment, my sweaty clothes gave me goosebumps. Shivering with cold.

I asked Jack, "How long have you been walking?" ”

Jack put his wrist with a glow-in-the-dark watch in front of my eyes. I looked, and it was four hours. I can only judge the distance traveled by time, and I know that in four hours, we can't go very far at this speed.

But I was also exhausted, and I decided to take a break. By the way, check Jack's condition, if possible. Let him go on his own, I feel that the roasted bat meat in my stomach has been almost consumed in these four hours. Carrying him on my back is becoming more and more of a burden on me.

I lit a fire. The temperature was so low that I was shivering with my wet clothes, and if I didn't dry them, I would definitely catch a cold. Here, any minor illness can be fatal.

There was a pot of water boiling on the fire and roasting my clothes. Jack was already able to sit up, his legs wide apart. It's very tasteless, and they gather around the fire to roast it. He had no food in his stomach and needed a campfire to increase his temperature.

Food became our big problem. We thought that knowing that bat meat could be eaten would solve our food source, but now, we are getting farther and farther away from the bat nest, and the group of large bats seems to have no signs of moving downstream into the underground river. There won't even be such a disgusting food as earthworms here.

Back? As soon as this thought came to my mind, I was rejected by myself. You may get food when you turn around, but you're more likely to run into the long-tailed monster. I'm not in the slightest bit sure about it.

Besides, the Laotians and Vietnamese are also going downstream on the other side of the underground river. They're either continuing downstream in the dark, or they've lit a campfire waiting for our rescue. We are now going back, and we may solve our own food problems, but we will plunge the Laotians into despair. We need to find a way to cross the river, not turn back.

The thought of crossing the river made my scalp tingle. The blood-sucking bugs in the river send chills down my shoulders. But except to swim past. I can't think of any other way to cross the river.

I was digging for a way to think of a solution when I suddenly heard Jack exclaim.

I threw away my baked, half-dry clothes and reached for my gun. When I looked up, I saw Jack's angry eyes. His face was no longer so swollen, and his eyes could express some emotion.

I was so anxious that I shouted, "What's wrong!? ”

"You've moved my stuff!" Jack said indignantly.

That's when I noticed that one of his hands was looking for something in his backpack.

"What's in your backpack that's worth moving? If moved. It's also to reduce the burden. I said to him even more angrily.

The atmosphere here is tense and oppressive enough, and he is still so shocked, doesn't he intend to create tension?

"What about my cigarettes?"

Depend on. It occurred to me that I had really touched his stuff.

As I said, I've found a lot of things to do for myself when I'm giving him an enema, when I'm wary of that monster. Among them, I took out the bottle of cigarettes from his backpack and smoked the cigarettes inside. This guy values those cigarettes more than his life, and if I admit it, I won't let him hate me for the rest of my life? There is even the possibility of going crazy on the spot.

"That's right." I pretended to be calm and picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the ground, and continued to set them on the fire. "You were poisoned, and I tried many ways to detoxify you, and smoking was one of them. It works very well, you see, the swelling on your body goes away very quickly. It's what I smoked. ”

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Jack jumped up from the ground and said.

My eyes lit up. "Why can you go? Can you walk on your own or let me carry it? Too lacking in virtue to put you. "I almost drove this Yankee mad.

Jack smirked. "I'm also just discovering that I can move." But he immediately straightened his face. "I have seven cigarettes in my bottle, and you didn't leave me a single one. Also, how can you flip through other people's stuff? It's so immoral. ”

This Yankee me off. It's immoral for me to rummage through his backpack, and it makes sense for him to pretend to be dead and let me carry it all the way?

"Anyway, you remember, you owe me one more time, no, seven cigarettes, you owe me seven times." Jack's words are ridiculous and unreasonable.

I'm also on fire. "Then what if I carry you over? Step by step? You can't pay it off in this life. ”

Jack's face suddenly turned fierce, he bent down and picked up a stone from the ground, and said viciously, "Then I'll settle the bill at once." ”

With that, he rounded his arm and threw the stone at me.

I never expected Jack to do such a crazy thing. Looking into his reddened eyes, I knew he was broken.

We were so close that I didn't expect him to go crazy, and I wasn't even prepared to hide. I cursed a swear word, and I felt that I might only have time to curse a word at the moment, but this complete sentence could express my anger at this moment.

I had a bullet rush at my fingertips, but I couldn't shoot, I was devastated, but I didn't go crazy.

To my surprise, my vicious swear words were completely cursed. At the same time, Stone and Jack flew over my head.

It dawned on me that the target of the stone was not me. (To be continued......)