Compared with what David said about fart space, Lu Ziming is more concerned about his own survival, as long as there is no problem with space, it doesn't matter if it gets bigger or smaller.

He leaned back against the rocks, too lazy to say a word to the two foreigners who, before the outbreak of the virus, had a and a condescending face, and although he was not racist, he was too lazy to deal with these people who considered themselves superior breeds.

In contrast, Adita has more of a professor's temperament and stinky temper, and it may be that David is worried about his life so that he will say these words to Lu Ziming.

"Road, what now?" Zhuoma stabbed Lu Ziming in thought.

"Wait, isn't there another group of people in front of you? Soon there will be news," he said, and it had been almost two or three hours since the second group of people he saw had entered the jungle.

"Road, are we just watching from here?"

"Now that someone is helping us explore the way, what else do you want, this place may be more dangerous than the passage maze, you look at those monsters just now, as long as there are four or five, none of us want to get out of the jungle?"

Lu Ziming estimated that he could deal with two flying raptors at most at the same time, Hari Bari could deal with one, and the rest of the people basically belonged to the bottom of the food chain, and he didn't dare to risk his life.

He is not afraid of taking risks, but he will not rush around, let alone do impossible things without purpose, he dares to enter the holy mountain, and he is already prepared to face all kinds of dangers, but he is not afraid of death if he does not show himself. It is precisely because he is afraid of death that he cherishes life more and knows how to avoid unnecessary adventures.

In the past, as a hunter, I knew what I could do and what I couldn't, and before I did something, I would do a risk assessment to determine whether it was worth the risk.

Since someone is anxious to go into the jungle to take risks in order to get the holy sword, of course he will calmly stand aside to observe and think.

Now it is not a question of whether to take risks, but how to minimize the danger, eliminate the predictable danger ** from the plan, and know yourself and the enemy.

Of course, this is only a prediction, and it does not eliminate the occurrence of danger, but at least it reduces the existence of danger.

Zhuoma sat beside the rock, staring blankly at the jungle not far away, not knowing what he was thinking? After a long time, Zhuoma suddenly stood up, his eyes were hurried with horror, his slightly trembling fingers pointed to the uneasy jungle in the distance, and his voice trembled: "Flying Raptor!

Everyone looked up in unison, only to see the trees in the depths of the jungle swaying, the sound of "salsa" spread throughout the basin, piercing screams one after another, and a flying raptor hunt was in bloody progress.

In a short time, a heart-rending cry for help sounded at the edge of the jungle, and several figures stumbled and ran out, pushing each other, not to mention two more legs.

A flying raptor swooped down from a height, its sharp hind limbs pierced the back of a figure, and the bloodied figure dragged its mutilated body, grabbed the ground with both hands, and crawled towards the outside of the jungle step by step in despair, leaving a long trail of blood behind it.

A man saw a flying raptor rushing towards him, grabbed a woman next to him and threw it towards the flying raptor, the sharp and hard beak of the flying raptor cut through the woman's abdomen in the air, and the whole head drilled into the woman's abdominal cavity, and the internal organs in the woman's body spilled all over the ground, and the internal organs with body temperature attracted the attention of other flying raptors, frantically biting the woman's internal organs. The woman was not dead at this time, desperately grabbed a handful of warm internal organs and stuffed them into her abdomen, but her body was slowly losing control, her limbs began to twitch non-stop, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were staring at the man who had put her to death.

The man didn't run far before he was caught up by a flying raptor behind him, who leaped high and grabbed the man's shoulders with its sharp hind limbs.

As if sensing danger, the man jerked forward, jumping into a pond at the edge of the jungle, and quickly hid to the bottom.

The flying raptor rushed to the edge of the pond, found that the target had disappeared, and wandered unwillingly at the water's edge, poking his head into the water from time to time, but as if he was very afraid of the water, he kept a certain distance from the pond in panic, and hesitated to rush into the water to find his own food.

Lu Ziming stared at the pond not far away in surprise, observing the every move of the flying raptor at the water's edge, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and a hint of an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The flying raptor lingered at the water's edge for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and unwillingly hissed from the water, turning its head back into the jungle.

The man who survived the catastrophe poked his head out of the water, looked around nervously, climbed out of the pond, and ran towards the hillside.

"Hari Barri, kill him!"

"What?" Ha Ri Bari looked at Lu Ziming in shock.

"Kill him", the three cold words popped out of his mouth one by one, without the slightest anger, only cruelty and indifference.

Hari Bari hesitated for a moment, feeling the air around him drop a few degrees at once, and the cold made people shudder, and the cold eyes stared at the man who crawled out of the pool, as if death was looking at his prey.

"Road! that person ......", Dolma had just said half a sentence when he found that he was stared at by a pair of sharp eyes, and he was too frightened to say more.

The scene suddenly cooled down, and Haribari turned his head to look at his companions, and found that the two of them had hidden their figures behind the rocks, and only he stood alone in front of them, and he felt frightened at this moment.

Haribari, who was struggling in his heart, suddenly clenched the steel knife in his hand the next moment, like a fierce beast on the grassland, pounced on the man who had just crawled out of the pond.

The man who escaped from the pond with the joy of escape suddenly looked up and saw a figure rushing down from the mountain, and waved excitedly to the figure: "Save me!"

Death came so quickly, the man's eyes changed from joy to excitement, and then to fear, a bright white light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and the next moment it became puzzled, his hands tightly grasped his neck, blood gushed out from the gap between his fingers, with nostalgia for the world, he looked at the figure in front of him, stretched out a bloodstained hand and grabbed the figure in front of him, as if asking angrily: Why? Why kill me!

With the blood gushing out of his neck, the man's life was losing rapidly, and the weak bloody hand unwillingly left a bright red handprint on the figure in front of him, and slowly knelt down, hoping that the figure could give him an explanation.