Bufan was hungry, his body was full of bruises and wounds that had just begun to heal, and this state looked a little miserable, but his mood was exceptionally good.

For survival maniacs, it is true that saving life is the core purpose, but in addition to this core, challenging various survival limits is their fun, so this wonderful experience, which is difficult to determine how much time, is regarded by Bufan as another test of survival...... At least for now, he's gained more than he's lost, isn't he?

What's more, the occurrence of accidents is certainly unpleasant, but this one-of-a-kind accident is a different story, and the unknown world in front of us is enough to make up for any shortcomings, especially for someone like Bufan, who likes to take on challenges.

......

Letting go of all distractions, Bufan was ready to find out the surrounding situation first, and arm himself by the way.

The stump at the foot was large, but not very smooth, and the degree of decay on the stump showed that the tree that had grown on the stump had broken for so long that the upper part of its trunk was gone.

Walking down the stump, the ground is covered with thick dry leaves, the color of the leaves is very similar to the earth, the same yellow or red, but the size and shape of the leaves are very different from the earth, not the kind of claw shape such as oval or maple leaves, but diamond-shaped, and the huge leaves are at least one and a half squares!

Bufan pulled out his leg fork with his right hand, and with his left hand, he grabbed the pickaxe and carefully opened several huge fallen leaves stacked together, his eyes staring at the movement under the fallen leaves...... He was relieved and disappointed that there were no giant insects, but there were also no snail gastropods to use as food.

Repeating the same action several times, but still finding nothing, Bufan had no choice but to stop and smiled dumbly...... It's been a long time since such a person has survived in a strange place, and it's really a little rusty - in such a strange world, is the old understanding still useful?

I'm so hungry!

Instead of turning over the leaves the size of a dry mat, he walked under a huge tree with many clumps of side branches at its roots, but the thickness of the branches was just enough to fit through the holes in the T-shaped pickaxe's head.

Before preparing to break the branches, Bufan took a closer look, and the basic form of the tree was no different from that of a tree on Earth, but there were many details that were very different. No matter what kind of giant tree on the earth, as long as it grows thick enough, there must be longitudinal cracks on the surface of the bark, but this giant tree with a diameter that can accommodate several people does not, on the contrary, its bark surface is full of ring-by-ring textures, which looks like scales, and what is more special is that whether it is the old trunk or the new branches of the tree, the scale texture is universal, but the size and texture of the scales are different.

Bufan gave this tree a name in his heart, the Scaly Tree.

Pulling out the electrician's knife behind his waist, he used the saw tool above to saw a new side-growing branch of the right thickness, and even if it was a new branch, the wood of the tree was dense enough, and on the premise of trying not to make a loud noise, Bufan felt that it had taken him at least a quarter of an hour to saw off the scaly branch.

The tree's new branches didn't have as many leaves as they were, and they weren't as big as the dead leaves on the ground, so it wasn't difficult to repair them, and after getting rid of the few forks, the straight branches were more perfect than the carefully worked ash rods—dense, calm, and resilient.

The T-shaped pickaxe in Bufan's hand is not the kind of crude thing that is usually seen, but he himself made it of alloy steel, which was originally a survival tool matched with a portable sapper shovel, the maximum size of the two blades of the pickaxe head is only fifty centimeters, and it is covered with a three-meter-long scaly branch, which instantly becomes a long-handled weapon similar to a large halberd, but there is no spear thorn in the front part of the halberd, but it is enough to pick it up and attack by using a sweep and smash.

With such a handful in his hand, Bufan's confidence was raised - he did not dare to assert against the boar or the brown bear, but if there was a small prey like a lynx, it was difficult to pose a threat.

Turning the remaining branch into a short spear and sticking it diagonally behind his belt, Bhufan began his search for food with a newly made pickaxe.

He didn't intend to wander around recklessly, for the simple reason that this was a world he didn't know anything about, and who knew what the hell he would encounter?

And the reason for staying is also very simple, since the "sea urchin" told him that he has passed three planetary cycles here, and has not encountered any disturbance during this time, at least it can prove that the place where he settled is safe for the time being - when he is short of physical strength and energy, he does not recuperate in a safe place and walk around, it is not an adventure, but a search for death!

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Use a pickaxe to pull aside the dead leaves everywhere, and the ground exposed under the dead leaves is not moist - maybe this is the reason why there are no snails?

Bufan doesn't know, but the elasticity of the soil layer clearly proves that the material cycle in this world is very similar to that of the earth - it is humus that forms after the decay of dead leaves.

Will there be rodents like rats in this world?

Bufan also couldn't know, even if he did, he didn't have the mental and physical strength to dig a rat hole.

There were ants and other small insects crawling around under the leaves, but he didn't want to catch them for food, the insects were too small to stuff his teeth, not to mention, this kind of small insects knew at a glance that they lived on half-rotten food, who could know if it was poisonous? Even a faint toxicity was not something that Bufan's current fragile appetite could bear.

Tentatively expanding the range of activities a little bit, Bufan finally found a half-withered scaly tree nearly a hundred meters away from the stump where he was originally lying.

Seriously looking at the scaly tree, which was at least eight meters in diameter, the excited Bufan walked around it five times before stopping.

In front of him, the bark of the scaly tree turned grayish-white, which was obviously different from the oil blue of other places, and he pulled out his leg fork and stabbed it, the toughness of the bark was still there, but the solid hardness under the bark was gone.

Bufan took a few steps back, picked up his pickaxe, and got into his wheel.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The tip of the T-shaped pickaxe plunged into the bark without hindrance, and Bufan looked around, but there was no sound of curious animals, and he had no scruples in his heart, and began to chisel the bark continuously.

The bark of the Scaly Tree is dense, and even if it is eaten by insects, it still retains some of its toughness, and the sharp holes hewn by the pickaxe form a series of holes, but they are not completely broken.

This could not help Bufan, inverting the pickaxe, leveling the end of the head chisel and continuing, after many cross-cuts without pause, a large piece of solid scaly bark fell off in the continuous sound of "bang" and "click".

After removing a large piece of bark, the blue-white trunk of the scaly tree was densely covered with holes as thick as an arm, and several places densely populated by holes had rotted, and countless insects were crawling around......

The number of bugs is not the key, the point is that each bug has the thickness of Bufan's big arm, and the length is almost a meter long, almost a meter long and an arm thick!

In this scene, if you change the timid or dense phobia, I am afraid that you will run away two miles away long ago!

Bufan didn't have the slightest fear, but was overjoyed in his heart, and he was finally able to solve the problem of his stomach.

This bug is very much like an enlarged version of the mealworm, white and tender, without any variegation on the body, it is obvious that it is grown up from the scaly tree specifically absorbing the nutrients of the trunk, the yellow mealy larvae on the earth are delicious, this insect does not know how to taste?

Bu Fan, who was holding back his saliva, began to operate quickly, threw the long pickaxe aside, and the leg fork went directly on, and got dozens of thumb-thick scaly branches from the side, and pruned them directly as bamboo sticks.

Dozens of large insects are not light, carried back to the edge of the cleared open space next to the stump in batches to prepare, he began to prepare for a fire - unless the situation is completely unsuitable, he will never eat raw things, everything on the earth eaten raw may be attacked by parasitic eggs or unknown viruses, this strange world, who dares to say that he can adapt to it at once?

There is no fire on his body, Bufan is ready to use the most simple and easy-to-operate fire plough method to make fire, tear the bark that was pried off by the long pickaxe before, and the wisps of fiber in the dry scaly bark will become a ball like fluff, and then find a large and a small two pieces of dry wood, the big wood is slotted with an electric knife, the small wood is rod-shaped, and the end of the stick is quickly rubbed back and forth in the groove, and the fiber fluff of the scaly bark is placed at the front end, and the high heat generated by the friction ignites the fiber fluff......

If you have a fire source, you don't need to pick up any dry wood or anything like that, and leaves the size of mats are the best fuel, just tear them up and throw them directly into the fire.

The skewered insects are slashed with a leg fork a few times, no need for any condiments and salt, no need for a barbecue grill, just hold it and roast it on the fire, just a moment, the aroma of the protein being roasted will come out.

The skin of the worm is a little crispy, with a little fat, well, it is as crispy as the puff pastry of roast duck, and the inside is the tender insect meat, but there is no grassy smell of miscellaneous insects, but full of fruit wood fragrance, and then to the inside is the coelenteral part, Bu Fan did not dare to eat it, but even so, this novel food is enough to satisfy his appetite.

Guarding by the fire, it's a little hot, I don't dare to take off my clothes, but it's okay to roll up my sleeves, continue to bake, ten barely stuff my teeth, twenty so-so bottom, thirty finally a little interesting, forty ...... Not enough?

Tear off the remaining insect entrails on the branches and continue to scratch them, anyway, there are a lot of bugs......