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Jack looked a little hungry and crazy, and when he heard my words, he was hit hard, and his legs were obviously weak, making his body shake more obviously.

"Don't irritate me, okay? I can now eat a cow. ”

He suddenly stopped, turned back to me, and said, "You're not serious, are you?" ”

I glanced at him and turned my gaze back to the top of the cave.

The muzzle and flashlight of the gun kept pointing upwards, and the gray of the cave roof was vaguely visible at the end of the flashlight. Only very long stalactites that grow downwards can occasionally be seen clearly. This height is already far away

Longer than the length of the blood-eyed monster's tail, it is impossible for an animal that relies on its tail to climb to the top of the cave and move quickly at such a height. We should be much less dangerous.

In the same way, we have a lot less food sources. This blood-eyed weirdness probably won't be on our recipes.

Maybe it was the relaxation caused by the diminished danger, but I think it was more of a collapse caused by the loss of the opportunity to eat, and Jack looked at the top of the cave for a moment, shook his body, and sat on the ground.

I've been keeping an eye on the roof of the cave, so I've been aware of this change for a long time. I didn't say it sooner, because I was afraid that Jack would lose motivation and break down. Of course, I don't think we're out of danger either.

Jack's face told me that he really didn't have the strength to run anymore. I don't have the ability to run with Jack on my back, it's not just my back injury, my current physical strength is not enough to support me

Running on his back.

Fortunately, the symptoms of Jack's poisoning have basically disappeared, and he will not be unable to move.

I bent down, wrapped his left arm around the back of my neck, and pushed him on.

It was also because the threat from the roof of the cave was gone that I dared to carry Jack away, otherwise I would rather rest in place. Nor will they abandon danger and flee for their lives.

Jack leaned on me as he should, his two limp legs didn't do much at all. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye as I walked, why was he so at ease, and really felt that I owed him?

I carried Jack on my back, and I had to choose a place that was easy to pass through. Not to mention stalagmites and stone pillars that are difficult to climb, or even wide cracks in the ground, we have to walk around. Good thing to get here, hole

There were far fewer stalactites falling from the top break, and the ground characteristics began to resemble those on the other side of the underground river.

I figured that the broken stalactites were the work of the Scarlet-Eyed Monsters, and I don't know why they did what they did, but it gave me a good judgment that we were out of the Scarlet-Eyed Monster's territory

Finish.

I didn't tell Jack about this judgment because I thought it was a blow to him. He's going to run out of food completely.

I'm not in the habit of looking at the time anymore. It wasn't until I felt like I couldn't walk that I put Jack down and the two of us sat back to back to rest.

Jack's flashlight had long since been turned off. He turned off the cyclops flashlight the moment I told him that he might not be able to hit the blood-eyed monster and the moment I carried him away. It seems that he has a premonition and picks up

The way down will be calm and hungry.

The light of my flashlight is already very dim, and the distance of the light is pitiful. I don't think it will last long, so I don't bother to turn it off. For the rest of the way, we're probably going to rely on glow sticks

Finish.

Jack's breathing was very gentle, which should be the reason why he didn't make much effort along the way. But it's also very weak. This makes me unenvious and worried. Our backs were against each other, and I could even feel it

His heart was beating weakly.

I had a flashlight next to me, and the light was shining in front of me. Suddenly, I felt a little brighter around me, and I didn't want to move from exhaustion, and I knew it was Jack who turned on his flashlight.

"I'm dying of thirst. Can you boil some water to drink? Jack's limp voice came to my ears.

I swallowed hard. I'm thirsty enough, too. If I wasn't so tired, I think I'd boil some water to drink first. I understand how Jack is feeling at the moment, my stomach is empty at the moment, maybe drink some water

will alleviate severe hunger.

I shone my flashlight at what I thought was the underground river, but I didn't see the sawdust embankment. I didn't see the water flickering.

I think it's because of the poor brightness of my flashlight. I tilted my head to Jack and said, "Give me your flashlight, my flashlight is dead." ”

Jack's flashlight flashed white and handed it to me. But this blinding white light, when it shone in the direction of what I thought was the underground river, did not show the characteristics that I expected to appear. I didn't look at it

to that sawdust that always accompanies an underground river.

I was slightly disappointed. In fact, during the last break, the sawdust embankment on the side of the underground river was already very sparse, and it should be that the debris on the river surface was constantly pushed up the banks and debris on the river surface after the downstream

There are already very few, and eventually there will be no wood chips on the banks of the river, let alone a levee that will pile up.

I was disappointed that without wood, we would not have been able to light a fire for heating and boiling water. But it's not the worst, and it's even worse without water to drink. I laughed at myself and shone the flashlight farther away, hoping I could

See a bit of wood.

"What are you doing? Why not go get water, light a fire. What do you see over there? Jack asked me hurriedly. Perhaps it was the reason for the hunger and thirst, and his tone was uneasy.

"Of course I'm looking for wood, you think." I glanced at Jack as I stood up.

"But the underground river is over there."

Jack raised his left arm and pointed in the direction of a 120-degree angle to my flashlight. Jack was pointing in the opposite direction to the underground river I remembered.

Since Jack and I put out the campfire and fled, I've always been in the lead, with Jack leading the way only a short distance in between. Because of Jack's injury, the path we chose was as smooth as possible,

This forced us to go around a lot of obstacles. But I don't think we have a problem with the general direction, which means that we are always heading downstream of the underground river.

But the direction Jack pointed out struck me. I felt that between the two of us, there was a big mental problem. Because in my judgment, if the underground river is referred to by Jack

then we are swimming up the underground river.

I was silent for a moment. I felt my mental state and my physical state. The hunger was intense, and I could still feel the pain in my back, but it was no longer obvious, and I knew exactly what I was doing

and the next step. I don't have a problem, then the problem is with Jack.

I looked down at the stubborn Jack and said calmly, "There's something wrong with your sense of direction." The underground river is not over there. ”

Jack's face was no longer swollen, and his eyes were back to normal, no longer a slit. I can't help but wonder, does hunger speed up the rate of swelling?

"Sometimes people's senses are wrong, but the compass doesn't." As he spoke, Jack took off his watch and handed it to me. "I look at the compass all the way and I can't go wrong. It's your sense of direction that's wrong. ”

I took his watch and looked at it, and my face changed all at once. "Jack, you killed us both." (To be continued......)