Chapter 23, Ru Mao drinks blood

The next day, early in the morning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Under the cover of a thick layer of leaves, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

It was a pair of bloodshot eyes, fierce and cautious, like the most cautious hunter in the jungle.

It is the bitter door.

Last night he didn't know how far he had walked, he only felt that his body was tired to a certain extent, and the injury had recurred again, so he couldn't hold on, so he found a place, used the fallen leaves as a shield, and covered his body thickly, so he couldn't stand it and fell asleep slowly.

I only slept for less than two hours, and in the early morning, Kumen naturally woke up.

Cautiously standing up, he tried his best not to make a sound, although he didn't see any signs of large beasts around.

After standing up, Kumen raised his head, looked at the sky, determined the direction he was in now, and after making sure again, he chose another direction and walked forward slowly.

In his mind, there has always been a map.

Over the years, almost every hunt of the Yang clan has been carried out in this dense forest, and they have a good understanding of this area, and even specially depicted a map, but outside this dense forest, Kumen doesn't know what it is, but there is a premonition in the dark that they can't go wrong in this direction.

"The injuries in my body seem to be better than yesterday. Feeling the condition of his body, he was overjoyed, since the first mutation, his body has been different from ordinary people, and even the recovery ability of his body is much stronger than ordinary people.

A centimeter-long wound that he could fully recover in just half a day, without even leaving a trace.

Now it seems that the second mutation has brought about not only a great increase in strength, but also a lot more resilience in the body.

While walking cautiously forward, while quietly observing the injuries in the body, Kumen gradually gave birth to a kind of enlightenment.

The injuries in the body, according to the current trend, can be recovered in half a month at most!

Don't underestimate the time of this half a month, you must know that if it is an ordinary martial artist, even if he has the same strength as the Kumen, but after receiving Yang Fengshen's blow, I am afraid that he will already be dead, not to mention that he can still hold on until now, and it only takes half a month to fully recover.

In addition, the side effects of the [Small Sacrifice Technique] will almost recover after half a month, and when the time comes, the sacrifice will be able to be performed again, thinking of this, the Kumen is still very much looking forward to it.

At the same time, he also secretly warned himself in his mind that unless something necessary happened, otherwise, he would never use the [Small Sacrifice Technique] to sacrifice the ancient tree again, the effect was too poor.

"But ......"

Kumen was a little hesitant in his heart, he could see that the exercises that Yang Fengshen cultivated were probably a kind of power that far surpassed the physical level, and that kind of power made him shudder every time he thought about it now.

It is said that Yang Fengshen had an adventure when he was young, and after obtaining that exercise, he only quietly cultivated by himself, hid his strength, and finally revealed it when he was competing for the position of patriarch.

Yang Fengshen hasn't made a move for many years, but he didn't expect that his current strength would be so strong.

Kumen didn't envy anything, he was confident, his sacrificial technique, its potential, was beyond Yang Fengshen's ignorance.

......

As he walked, Kumen found that the ancient trees around him were taller and denser, corresponding to the map, and he already understood in his heart that now, he had walked into the edge of the middle of the dense forest.

At the edge of the dense forest, large beasts usually do not appear, and even some weak herbivorous small animals are very rare, and in the middle of the forest, this situation changes dramatically.

Wild animals such as wild boars and tigers can also be seen here from time to time.

And the hunting place of the Yang clan, most of them will linger in this vicinity, as for the depths, it is extremely dangerous, for hundreds of years, there are only a few lucky hunting teams who have come back alive from the depths, as for the others, after entering the depths of the dense forest, they have never appeared again.

"While you're recuperating, stay here. Kumen thought like this, staying away from the edge of the dense forest, he had already minimized the danger from the Yang clan, and if he had to go deeper, it would not be to avoid danger, but to find death.

He didn't think that his current body could guarantee survival in the depths, not even in the middle of the jungle.

"Whoa......

At this moment, in the grass beside him, there was a sudden sound of straw.

Kumen's face changed greatly, and the whole person was lying on his stomach in an instant, lying in the middle of a waist-high weed, not moving, and even holding his breath completely, if he didn't get to his side, it was difficult to find that there was a person hiding among the weeds.

With a thud, a gray shadow ran out of the grass.

Kumen's eyes froze, and then he smiled silently, the gray shadow turned out to be a gray hare, quite small, and it looked like a small beast.

But he was also secretly angry in his heart, in this dense forest, he should be 100% spirited, the appearance of this hare, he didn't even notice it in advance, this is okay, if it is a large beast, it will be a devastating blow to him!

He also had to sigh that he was so lucky to be able to survive in this dense forest and not enter the belly of any beast.

Certainly not the hare's luck.

It was his luck.

Last night, he had eaten grass all night, and he was already hungry, and now he actually came across a hare that could be preserved, wasn't it his luck?

But thinking like this, Kumen did not move in the slightest, and his breathing was long, only breathing once in ten seconds, but his eyes quietly peeked at the hare that was grazing with his head down.

This animal is the most sensitive and timid, and when there is a disturbance, it will immediately run away, and if you want to eat its meat, you have to wait for an opportunity to move.

A minute passed.

Kumen remained motionless.

Two minutes passed.

Kumen remained motionless.

Three minutes later.

Kumen's eyes jumped suddenly, and he saw that the hare seemed to be full, and his face was comfortable, and he was about to go home, and it was at this time that his mind was most relaxed.

"Huh!"

The bitter door is moving!

I saw him grab the wooden staff that he had been holding in his hand, aim it at the hare, and throw it with one hand, and then he heard the sound of breaking wind, and the wooden staff burst out like an arrow from the string, and before the hare could react, he nailed it to the ground, struggled twice, and then there was no sound again.

Hum.

Kumen let out a muffled snort, this time the movement was too big, and it pulled the wound again, and suddenly it hurt.

But he didn't care about anything else, strode up to the hare, and along the wound, he tore it with both hands, tearing it open, and tore it out with his mouth, gulping down the rabbit's blood.

He hadn't drunk water for a long time, and there was indeed a water source in the middle of the forest, but it was too far away, and it would take an unknown amount of time to get there, and he was so thirsty that the rabbit's blood could barely be treated as water.

This rabbit was already small, and before two hits, all the rabbit blood went into the bitter stomach.

Nothing else.

He tore off the rabbit skin, took out the internal organs, threw them aside, put the bloody, veined rabbit meat to his mouth, tore and chewed it in a big gulp, and swallowed it all into his stomach without chewing twice.

Like a wild man, he is unclothed and drinks blood.

But there is no way to do it.

One thing, he didn't have flint or anything like that.

Second, even if he had flint, he didn't dare to light a fire.

Unless he wants to die.

This is the rule of the Great Wilderness, and it is also the rule of this jungle.

The little rabbit, almost twice, let Kumen eat clean, wiped all the blood on his body, and smeared some plant juice, Kumen hurriedly left the place.

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