That night, the gunsmith and John chose to rest in the cave.

After eating and drinking, John regained his strength, but his mental fatigue may not be cured, if there is a kind of person in the world who even sleeps with one eye open, then John has undoubtedly joined the team.

The gunsmith did not offer to take turns keeping vigils, knowing that the natives of the cannibal tribe would not search at night, because that would be a low-cost and high-risk task, and the hunters would not make such a choice unless they had to.

Darkness is the dividing line between civilization and primitiveness, and people in modern society may be able to hide themselves quietly in the dark with the help of advanced equipment, but the only way for cannibal savages to travel at night is through torches, and any prey with a brain in nature will be scared away by the light and heat of that thing, let alone John, who has become a frightened bird.

More than half of all rainforest animals forage at night, but humans can't do that, and over the course of evolution, humans have not been given the ability to move at night, which is why our biological clock is inherently adapted to daytime life. In this particular wilderness, the innate abilities of species are more reliable than any sophisticated tool.

It was the gunsmith's second night in the rainforest, and he still hadn't slept well.

Originally, the gunsmith only had to think about how to make his way through the jungle alone to the civilized world outside. And now, there is a burden to the explorer who has no equipment and is exhausted, he is also a blind man looking at the skylight of the mysterious metal spire that he dug up before, and there is a group of cannibal natives with deep roots and strong soldiers in the depths of the rainforest who may give themselves a dart in the shadows at any time.

In such a situation, I am afraid that only the development of the Predator can make things worse.

Of course, I'm just talking about the idea, and I don't really plan to write it that way.

The gunsmith did not sleep soundly, and he dreamed again, still as a child. It was also a night, a cold blizzard night, in a room, in front of the fireplace, he wrapped himself in a blanket, waiting for his grandfather to return, and on this day little Charles had a cold, so he didn't go out hunting with his grandfather.

At first, he was full of anticipation, hoping that his grandfather's harvest today would allow him to drink hot broth, but the sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, the sky became hazy, and a blizzard had already fallen at some point. From noon to night, anticipation turned into worry, but fortunately it did not turn into despair, because Grandpa still came back, and when Old Luo opened the door, a strong wind rushed into the house, and the old man used his tall body to block the wind and snow behind him, and returned to the door.

The flickering fire in the fireplace leveled off again, and a large piece of bound flesh was thrown to the ground, and Old Rohr had clearly encountered a difficult prey, and the bad weather prevented him from bringing back most of the loot. On that day, the old man lost not only most of the carcasses of the beast, but also his right eye, which had frozen to ice by the time he returned home......

"Hey, Charles, wake up, Charles!" John called the gunsmith's name.

The poor sleep was an immediate headache, and he replied in a daze, "What's the matter?"

John didn't sleep much, but he seemed to be in good spirits: "I heard a voice outside, maybe the cannibals were chasing after me." ”

As soon as he heard the word cannibal, the gunsmith was also refreshed, and people were a creature that was scared and frightened, and the fright might be able to cause a heart attack.

"I'll go out and have a look. So saying, a carp straightened up, got up and hurried away, and when he reached the mouth of the cave, he looked around a little, and saw nothing unusual, he grabbed a few stones, and threw them in a fan shape in three or four different directions, and soon the sound of the soo sounded in the woods.

He turned back to John and said, "It's not like a human movement, it's probably just an animal, what did you just hear?"

John replied, "I'm not sure, oh, by the way, it's from the trees, could it be that these wild men sent people to climb the trees to scout?"

The gunsmith looked up and threw a few more stones, this time flying high. Aside from startling a few birds, the flying stones didn't have any other creatures to react.

"Maybe it's just the monkeys, or maybe the first time I threw a pebble when I startled the snakes, they've already fled. The gunsmith said: "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, we should hurry as soon as possible, and moving forward is the best way to get rid of the pursuit." ”

Naturally, John raised his hands in agreement with this suggestion.

The two of them came out of the cave and traveled according to the direction of the sun. They had agreed the night before to continue westward, for John's expedition had initially explored from west to east, and of course, by that time their compass had not yet broken.

There are gunsmiths in front of them to open the way, they shuttle through the woods with a sharp degree of difficulty, John is a professional explorer, physical fitness and survival skills are naturally stronger than ordinary people, he has not been injured, nor infected with disease, after a night of rest and respite, physical strength has recovered seventy or eighty percent, following behind the gunsmith, the journey has become very labor-saving.

Even in this strange environment, they are by no means slower than the cannibal natives. According to John's experience, as long as he walked like this for about three days, even if he did not get out of the rainforest, the pursuit of the cannibals must have stopped, and the range of action of the primitive tribes generally did not exceed their own territory, and the wild men who basically relied on walking for transportation would definitely not go to places that were too far away, and for them, it would take as much courage to go out of the territory as it did when Columbus sailed towards the "end of the world".

After walking for a long time, there was no sign of anyone tracking them along the way, and it seemed that John was indeed too suspicious in the morning, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

The farther away from the tribe's village, the more secure they became, because they didn't have much to worry about in terms of survival.

By noon, the two of them did not stop to light the fire, and in order to prevent the reserved meat from spoiling in the hot flashes, it had been roasted until it was medium-rare last night, which would also make it easier to travel today. So they just took a break, nibbled on a few bites of tasteless bat jerky, and continued on their way.

These bats are really unlucky, they used to live in that low-lying cave, they didn't recruit anyone and didn't provoke anyone, but they met a gunsmith, he threw things without a waste, regardless of the birds in the sky and the fish in the river, he found that he generally couldn't escape the clutches.

By the afternoon, the nerves of both men had basically relaxed, and they had been on the road for most of the day, crossing swamps, wading through small rivers, and cutting through thorns and thorns, hardly stopping, and then the speed slowed down.

In an untimely moment, the gunsmith suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye when he unconsciously turned back to talk to John.

His expression couldn't help but change, he knew that the scene he saw was definitely not an illusion, so at this moment, he only felt creepy, because the black shadow that flashed just now was obviously not an animal in the jungle, but a person.

"John, there's a dark shadow following us. The gunsmith spoke directly.

John's face turned white in an instant, and he immediately turned around and looked around warily: "Where? Is it a cannibal?"

The gunsmith said, "No...... That one...... How do I describe it to you......" He organized his language a little: "I say it's a 'black' shadow, not because I can't see it clearly, in fact, I can see it clearly, but it's black...... Just a short distance behind, in a tree...... I suspect that the sound you heard in the morning was made by it. ”

"What do you mean? Is it a cannibal? What does it mean to be black?" John's panic was written all over his face.

The gunsmith had already taken out the bone gun, and his intuition told him that the things in front of him might be more dangerous than those of cannibals: "It looks like a ten-year-old child, but it looks like an adult, but it is not a dwarf, which is strange...... It's like a trumpet person, and it's black from head to toe all over the body, not the kind of skin color that a black person can have, but the kind of pitch black that paint can spray. Seventy percent may have been coated with black dye on every inch of the body, two percent were wearing a special garment, and one percent could have ...... He was born like this. ”

The gunsmith explained to John what he had seen, and at the same time analyzed what it was.

John nervously replied, "What are you going to do...... If it's not in immediate danger, I don't think we'd better take the initiative to provoke the unknown creatures, and run away. ”

The gunsmith said, "It's not dangerous, and it came along the way to propose to you?"

John gradually retreated behind the gunsmith and lowered his body, as if he was going to shoot poison darts at him at any moment: "Charles, now is not a good time to joke and hurt people. ”

The gunsmith couldn't help laughing: "I'll introduce someone to you another day, and you can learn what is harmful......

Before he could say the last word, he pulled the trigger, and the sound of the bone gun startled a large area of birds and beasts in the rainforest, and in the next second, a black shadow fell from among the dense branches and fell to the ground.

John looked up for a moment and said, "How did you hit it?" I didn't see anything. ”

The gunsmith didn't answer the question, but waved his hand for John to follow, and as he approached the unidentified creature, he said, "I hit it in the leg, which will keep it alive, but it won't be able to escape." He smiled, "If it really just wants to propose to you, it can still get down on one knee and give you a ring." ”

John pouted, "The joke wasn't so funny the second time." ”

When they came to the tree, the sight was not so funny, because the unidentified creature was not there.

"Looks like it can get away with a shot in the knee, doesn't it?" said John this time.

The gunsmith glanced around, the black creature was nowhere to be found, he crouched down, stared at a small puddle of black liquid on the ground, and did not dare to touch it with his hands, but leaned in and sniffed: "Do you think it's its blood?"

John also observed his surroundings and replied, "If it is blood, it will drip all the way when it escapes, but you see, there are no footprints, no black drops of blood, not even a trace of climbing the tree." ”

The gunsmith continued, "So...... It stopped the bleeding in a matter of seconds, and then flew out silently, directly escaping a distance of more than fifty meters. ”

John spread his hands: "There is also an explanation, as long as a part of it is shot, the whole body will evaporate in an instant, and in the end only this little black water will be left." ”

The gunsmith stood up: "Let's go on...... Hope you're right. ”