The rain didn't have much of an effect on swimming, it was just uncomfortable when I looked up in the direction, and the rain hit my face so I couldn't open my eyes. The Laotians had an advantage over me in the water, and their swimming posture was not good, but they were quite efficient, and they quickly swam in front of me. I followed them in a freestyle that was less effortless and faster, and the landing point was getting closer and closer.

That's when I felt a change in the water. The water here was like a stagnant mass, and we didn't see any running water along the way, and if there was any sign of it, it was on the dry land where we spent the night, and the cobble-shaped area resembled the riverbank landscape in which the water was silted. What I feel now is the fluidity of a living water.

This feeling came quickly, and I didn't react until I suddenly felt less water on the right side of my body, and a drop formed on the surface of the water. I watched as the drop formed a slope on the surface of the water, and my body was overturned by the water rushing from the other side, and then the stagnant water came to life and swept me in one direction.

The water became muddy in an instant, and I struggled desperately to stabilize my body, sometimes my feet could step into the mud of the swamp, and my eyes could not see anything in the muddy water. My body was barely balanced, and there seemed to be an undercurrent underwater, which constantly swept my body under the water, and it took a lot of effort to occasionally stick my head out to the surface of the water to take a breath. I felt like I was torn between life and death.

I don't know how long it took for my hand to finally catch something that brought me to the surface, a very thick tree trunk. The two Laotians who pushed the trunk were not as embarrassed as I was, and it seemed that they had found the dead trunk early and pushed it over to save me.

The water turned completely black, and the mud in the swamp was completely stirred up, like a large black mud flow, rushing forward with the dirty spray. I was basically in a semi-comatose state, and I had no energy to do anything other than gasp desperately. Two Laotians pushed the log to me, and with great effort, they could not afford to push the log to a higher place.

The three of us held the wood and rushed forward with the torrent. Holding on to the wood was a difficult thing for me, and I felt someone lifting me up, and I focused my attention until I realized that it was Buazon, who seemed to be lifting me up from the log. I climbed to the wood.

The head of the dead tree was not round, and it had a concave shape on it, and my legs hung down on the sides like a dog. My body and face were covered in slimy black mud, and the trunk of the tree was covered with these things, and I was lying in such a mess of filth, and I couldn't open my eyes in a daze.

I think I fell asleep for a while. I was awakened by a violent tremor that shook and I fell into the water. Luckily, Buazon was quick enough to catch me the moment I fell into the water, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Buazon grabbing me by the hair and lifting me out of the water.

It was dark, and the dead wood we were trying to survive had been smashed and was tumbling away with the torrent. But we weren't discouraged, and I even thought it was intentional on the part of the two Buazons, who probably pushed the wood over and smashed it in a desperate way. Because it was a huge banyan tree that smashed the log, we had a place to stay.

This is the largest banyan tree I have ever seen. The thick trunk of the three of us could not hug each other, and countless aerial roots hanging down from the branches made the branches of this banyan tree spread outward, like a huge umbrella standing here. There were a lot of vines coiled around the trunk, which made it easy for us to climb the tree. The largest fork on the trunk can almost set a table for tea, and it is spacious enough to lie down and sleep.

I took out a piece of rain cloth in my backpack, tied the four corners and pulled it up to block it above my head, and the rain was blocked by the banyan tree and the rain cloth, so that we finally had a place to rest. I quickly took off my clothes and wrung them out, there was no need to change clothes, everything was wet, and so was the clothes in my backpack. I still feel a little cold when I am naked, and I put on my wrung half-dry clothes, and I hang a one-eyed beast upside down under the tarpaulin, and turn on the flashlight to the maximum.

This kind of flashlight produces a strong light and generates high heat, although this will quickly drain the battery inside, but it is a small thing compared to getting sick because of damp and cold. Because I needed sleep, and I was so desperate that I couldn't do it anymore. The body temperature produced by a person during sleep is not enough to withstand this cold environment.

When I had done all this, I curled up and fell asleep quickly among the branches.

I didn't feel cold when I woke up, the flashlight had been extinguished, it was dark and I couldn't see anything, I could hear the sound of water running under the trees and the sound of rain hitting the tarpaulin. I touched the clothes on my body, they were already dry, and it seemed that they had been dried under the double heating of the flashlight and body temperature.

I was woken up hungry, and the rumbling of my stomach was going to drown out the sound of the rain. I pulled out a glow stick from my backpack under my head and lit it up, and that's when I saw two Laotians sleeping on tree branches. I don't know when they went to bed, but I don't think they lasted much longer than I did, and they hadn't rested for a long time.

The mud on his hands and body had dried up and formed a hard crust. I washed my face and hands with the rain dripping from one side of the sloping tarpaulin, and took out a packet of compressed food to fill my stomach. The compressed food we prepared this time is very hard, and the taste is as unpalatable as ever, but the nutritional content of the compressed food is comprehensive enough, not just to fill the stomach, this small packet of compressed food can maintain a person's survival time for a long time, enough to provide more than ten hours of calories.

When I had my fill, I looked at my watch, and the hand pointed to two o'clock in the morning, which meant that I had slept more than one time.

At first, the fat man warned me of danger and told me to run northeast. But this heavy rain changed our direction, and now that we think about it, when we were first swept up in the current, the direction of the current should have been southeast. Although my mind was muddy along the way, I also felt that the direction of the water was not static, but that it was flowing from hill to hill. I've long since lost my sense of direction, and I don't even know where I am. But from the banyan tree where I lived, it seemed that we had come to a hill, at least near it, which should be the flooded part, and the main part of the hill, which was not flooded, was somewhere around, even in my sight.

The banyan tree was so tall that the glow stick in my hand wasn't enough to illuminate the water, let alone the hills in the distance. I decided to use the cyclops to get a sense of my surroundings first. I threw away the depleted battery in the cyclops flashlight and put a new one in it. At this time, I noticed that there was no fog tonight, so it was raining.

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