In the early morning in the wilderness, the most impressive thing is the mountain breeze. The wind was a little hard, whirring and blowing. At first, it will feel very cold and pleasant, but after a long time, you will find that the clothes are blown through, and the muscles are sore.

The sun has risen, and as far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of miles of mountain slopes, red and green, and trees of all sizes waving and undulating in the wind. The trees next to the house were tall, and the wind in the treetops was even stronger, and the sound was crisp and warm.

A gust of wind passed, and Lin Ye roared.

Early in the morning, a young man with sword eyebrows and thin eyes, a dark face, and a tall figure was standing under a tall birch tree, waiting quietly.

After a while, a young man with short black hair and short pigtails, a thin body, and a clear face came out of the room. Since he had just woken up, the boy still had some hay on his head and a lot of firewood and grass on his body.

The youth is Olivier, and the youth is Bello.

When he woke up from his sleep, Bello felt his back ache. This is inevitable, he can't lie down at night at all, just sleep on the wall half leaning on the firewood and grass.

After all, in this small room, there are more than a dozen people, and it is impossible to have much space for each person.

The coachman followed, looked at Bello and asked, "Just! Are you really not going with my car?"

Bello smiled and nodded, and at the same time said, "Yes, yes, yes, you pull them away, I have met an acquaintance, I will go with him!" he gestured to Olivier under the tree.

But on the surface, Olivier looks quite good, strong, tall, urbane with a rough touch. There is a heroic aura that blows in the face.

The coachman looked at Olivier, looked down and shook it, muttering nothing, not saying more, and turned and went into the house.

Belo ignored Olivier for a moment, rinsed his mouth roughly, washed his face, then took out the dry bread, nibbled on it, walked up to Olivier, and asked, "Okay, let's go! Have you had breakfast?"

"Let's go!" Olivier did not answer Bello's question about breakfast, and pulled out his horse. This horse was far superior to the coachman's horse, with a tall body, shiny mane, and smooth hair, as if draped in satin.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?" asked Olivier, bowing his head to Bello.

"No!" Bello had never been exposed to such a technique, and if he could ride a bike, Bello would have said he would. But he doesn't know anything about horses.

"Get on the horse!"

"I won't!"

Olivier didn't care whether Bello would be or not, he just threw Bello on the horse, and then turned over on his horse. Fortunately, the horse was in strong physique, and Bello was a little smaller, so there was no problem for the two of them to ride together.

It's just that Bello has never ridden a horse at all, and he is so scared that he lies on the horse's neck for a long time and does not dare to let go.

Olivier didn't have time to talk to him, so he galloped. At first, I walked along the main road, and after walking for a while, I turned into a small road, ran on the small road for a while, and then entered the field without a road.

There were no roads in the field, the bushes were thick, and the vines and grasses were so dense that the horses could not move forward at all. Olivier threw Bello off his horse and came down himself. Leading the horses, the two walked through the field.

After two days and two nights in the wilderness, Bello had already eaten all his dry bread, and for the past two days he had eaten all the food prepared by Olivier. Fortunately, there were many animals in the wilderness, and Olivier reached out well, and caught rabbits twice to eat. But spending the night in the wilderness, with many mosquitoes and having to defend against the attack of wild beasts, after two days, Bello's spirit was a little unbearable.

Sleeping in the open is easier said than done. In places with a lot of people, at most you need to consider some problems of eating and sleeping, and in the inaccessible wilderness, in addition to eating and sleeping, you must also consider your own safety. Beasts, mosquitoes, poisonous snakes, parasites, bacteria, none of them are simple, and if one is not careful, his life will be gone.

After two days and two nights, we finally arrived at our destination in Olivier, which was at the foot of a hill with a small room. It looks like a lumberjack's makeshift hut and a hunter's mountain foothold.

Belo followed Olivier into the room and found that there was already someone inside.

The house was not large, there was a fire pit in the middle, and there was nothing else, the fire pit was made of stones, and it was pitch black with fire, and there was a pile of dry wood in the fire pit, crackling and burning. There was a black iron pot hanging from the firepit, and soup was boiling in the pot, and a piece of meat from an unknown animal floated out of the boiling water, and in a blink of an eye it was covered by the water again.

"You're late!" Bello grumbled disgruntled as he followed Olivier through the door. The man was of medium stature, powerful and powerful, with a scar on his face that slashed diagonally from the corner of his left eye to his right cheekbone, and his face was hideous.

"There's a delay in the middle of the way!" Olivier ignored the man's complaining tone, and nodded to the people in the room with a smile.

"Who is this kid? we don't have this kid in our agreement!" asked another man, and Belo noticed that the man's eyes were golden, and there seemed to be a faint flash of light.

"The assistant I've found, the technician, will definitely help us explore the ruins!" replied Olivier.

"Technician! You can have a fart at such a young age!" The scar man was dismissive, very dismissive of Bello, but he didn't say much.

Bello noticed that in addition to the two men, there were three more people here. Two women, an old man and a young woman, sat together, like grandchildren. The old man had all white hair, looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and the younger one seemed to be slightly older than himself, and both wore tight-cuffed workmen's clothes. The young man looked at Olivier from time to time, and peeked at himself, and seemed to be more interested in himself.

The other person wore a mask and a black casual suit, and his gender characteristics were not obvious, so it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

The old woman reached out and took a twig and stirred the soup in the iron pot, and said, "Olivier, if you don't arrive today, we can't wait for you!" she spoke in a slower, more coherent voice. "You brought one more person, you should understand the rules! Ugly words are said in front, don't say that we all treat you badly when the time comes!"

"Yes, Ms. Stefana, I understand!" replied Olivier earnestly, this old woman was not ordinary, and Olivier did not dare to be presumptuous.

"Okay, eat something, tidy up your outfits at the end, and let's go!" said the old lady, who took out two iron teapot-type utensils, scooped two jars of soup and meat from the pot, and handed one to the girl next to her. As soon as she made a move, the rest of the people took out their wild guys, filled the soup, and took out the dry food they brought with them to eat.

After a few days, it is rare to eat hot soup, and it feels quite good. Bello used Olivier's kettle, poured the water, and poured some hot soup into it. Eating bread and drinking hot soup is simply a fairy day.

I don't know how long the meat has been cooked, it may be that the elderly lady prefers softer food, the overall broth is relatively bad, the meat foam is broken and poured into the soup, and the meat is drunk with soup in one gulp, and the fragrance is strong.

"This is a nice place! How did you find such a place? Whose hut is this?" asked Olivier, as he ate. "It's a good place to stay, close to the ruins, and a place to shelter from the wind and rain. ”

Scarface glanced at Olivier, sneered, and said, "If you think it's good, live here!"

The old lady chuckled and said, "This hut I found!" took a sip of soup, and then said slowly, "When I found this hut, there was still a man living here, a hunter. ”

"Oh, what about the hunters?" asked Olivier.

"Dead!" replied the old lady faintly, "Yesterday when I arrived here, I saw that the hunter had been dead for a long time, and his body had dried up. The ground is covered in blood!" she pointed to the place between the door and the fire. Bello glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw a faint stain of coagulated blood on the ground, dark red, a large patch.

"You have to be careful when you live in this house, it's not safe here, and you can die at any time. The old lady drank the broth slowly, "And every morning when you get up, don't be surprised if you see someone carrying an axe to chop wood, it's the hunter." I don't know why, but every morning he would appear on the side of the house with an axe, like a shadow, and he could feel it again. ”

"It's over there!" the old lady looked indifferent and pointed with her finger, as if talking about a trivial matter like eating and drinking soup, "You have no problem talking to him." If you feel scared, just say, 'Aren't you dead?' and the hunter will know he's dead, and with a bang, it will explode! ”

Bello was a little creepy when he heard it, and he couldn't eat anymore.

Is this hunter dead?

Look at the blood flowing in the house, it must be dead, right?

What about chopping wood every morning?

It's okay to talk, but you can't say he's dead?

Is this a normal world?

How can there be such a strange anti-science situation?

After the shudder, Bello had another urge to see the wood-cutting hunter in the morning. If it were possible, he would even like to study the essence of this woodcutter hunter, is it a ghost, or something else?

Except for Bello, everyone else ate with indifferent faces, as if this matter was not a matter at all. I've seen even stranger situations than this,

After a full meal and wine, the group left the hut. Bello didn't know what the gang was targeting, so he just followed. As he spent more time away, he gradually became familiar with life in the wild. I will also walk loosely, and I will fall asleep in a random place, and I am also familiar with not washing my face, not brushing my teeth, and hurrying to rest in a hurry. I also learned to fall asleep at any time, wake up at any time, and keep myself in a state of alert response.