Pulling out the knife and looking at the piece of meat in his hand, Aaron reluctantly put the knife back away. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info really don't need to be cut anymore, he thought. Then he threw the piece of meat into his mouth. The teeth slowly mesh and loosen, and the unique aroma of meat slowly spreads in the mouth.

Three days ago, he had complained a lot about such a coarse piece of meat. But now, he's trying to remember the taste of that last little piece of meat. Contrast the rough texture of the roots with the disgusting taste of the vine cores and vine roots, and any ordinary food will look delicious, let alone precious meat. Aaron swallowed the piece of meat as slowly as he could, then grabbed a large white rhizome and nibbled it hard, chewing it hard before swallowing it into his stomach.

He looked up at the oval-shaped bitter-root leaf above his head, and felt that it was extremely bright. Through the gaps in the leaves, he could see that the sky was full of white mist, and raindrops were constantly falling. Listening to the rustling of the rain, Aaron swallowed his saliva and nibbled on the vine roots. The bitter taste occupied every taste bud and filled his heart.

It's been raining for a day and a half.

The boy knew that he was probably going to get lost in the sea of trees. Without the sun as a reference, it was impossible for him to determine the direction in which he was heading. And when the rain stops, it won't be long before he has to choose a direction and move forward with his head down. Washed away by the rain, his scent is the best guide for predators large and small.

After setting off, he had tried his best to smear some strange-smelling plant juice on his body, and he almost got poisoned by it. But the annoying little flying insects that followed him all the way proved that this method had limited effect. Thinking back to the days when he used to walk with his uncles, Aaron deeply realized the importance of strength.

Struggling to swallow the last fiber, Aaron stared at the circular pattern on his hand and remained silent. He tried to concentrate, imagining all the strength of his body concentrated on the small imprint, and watched as a wisp of black smoke slowly seeped out. His fingers made a crisp sound from overexertion, but the black mist was still a little bit, and it was lifeless, and he couldn't move.

The boy grinned silently, his face full of bitterness.

Two days ago, he was chased by a jungle snake and climbed a tree in a panic. With no way to escape, he had no choice but to tense every nerve in his body, and when he was about to take out his dagger and fight, a black mist suddenly burst out of his tightly clenched right hand. All his attention was focused on the viper, and the black mist was directed towards the viper. The green viper, which had been hovering along the trunk of the tree, was touched by the black mist, and crawled around like a drunk for a while, and then fell down all at once. But the viper did not die, but turned left and right on the ground, strangely away from the bitter root tree where he was hiding.

That escape made him realize that the mark on his hand was not a memento of some kind of medicine, but contained some strange power. But this power doesn't seem to be elemental power, because he really doesn't feel any power, and compared to the majesty of Uncle Torreve's shot, the black mist on his body is as pitiful as a little ant. But considering the horror of the black blood ants, saying so seems to be an insult to the mighty ant army. But in short, Black Mist has neither the ability to attack strongly, nor can he use it freely, which makes Aaron very distressed.

In the past two days, except when the rain stopped, necessary transfers and the search for food, he constantly tried to stir up a large amount of black fog, but all ended in failure. Looking at the still weak black qi, Aaron relaxed his body in some frustration, and the wisp of black mist disappeared into his palm in an instant. Feeling the uncomfortable stirring of his stomach, Aaron changed his position, reclining on the branch of a large tree, carefully observing the situation around him.

After drinking the potion, his eyesight seemed to be much better than before, and his hearing had improved a lot, which is why he was not injured much. Although he has little experience in living in the jungle, he can detect dangers in advance almost every time, which brings him a lot of convenience.

After a cursory glance, Aaron noticed that there were no obvious signs of insects or beast activity around him. So he withdrew his gaze and began to stare at the leaf above his head again. The leaves of the bitter root tree are perfectly oval, and the main and secondary veins of the Dao leaves are distinct, and they all appear very deep and clear.

It's a beautiful leaf, but it's a pity that it's so poisonous, Aaron thought. I can't help but remember the handsome Baron Guise Ryan, but under his charming demeanor is a sinister heart. He secretly sighed to himself, is it true that most of the beautiful things are venom or spikes?

The sound of the rain that was gradually quieting down interrupted his emotion.

Aaron thought back a little, making sure he had been in the tree for about four hours, and that he had to move for safety. With a slight movement of his limbs, he slid down the trunk of the tree with a quick speed. The ability to climb trees with this hand has only become proficient in the past two days.

Falling steadily onto the fallen leaves on the ground, Aaron pulled over a new vine. After checking the color and texture of the leaves, he took them off, rubbed them in his hands, and began to apply them all over his body. The pungent blades of grass had a faint fishy smell, but he didn't seem to smell it, and he completed the work very neatly.

Although this thing smells bad, the mosquito repellent effect is good, and it doesn't feel like anything on the body, and it is the best effect of the plants that Alun has tried in a few days.

The boy painted his bare skin green and slowly walked among the trees. There are few shrubs and weeds among the woods in the bitter marsh, but there are many tenacious vines, and these plants also provide shelter for the large number of snakes. On the move, Aaron had to be careful to distinguish between the two with little difference, so he walked very slowly.

The area he was in didn't seem to be too close to the bog, and there were very few poisonous insects flying in the air, which was good for his survival, but it also meant that his encounter with his companions had become an unattainable luxury.

Aaron walked silently among the dead branches and intricate vines, his dagger clenched in his right hand and a branch about his height in his left. It was still overcast, and he wasn't in a good mood. Catching a glimpse of a brown flower snake in front of him, the boy picked it up with a stick and slashed it in two in the air. The unknown ahead made him feel extremely depressed, and the non-venomous snake suffered as a result.

But in the afternoon, the sun broke through the thick clouds again, leaving a mottled shadow in the forest.

Facing the sun, Aaron, who had endured to gnaw off a piece of vine core, realized that he had walked a long way to the west intermittently. As for the original direction, it is impossible to get it back. Looking at the brightened tree trunks around him, Aaron was a little annoyed. I forgot to mark this road because I was nervous, and I could only keep going north in order to get out of the bitter swamp.

He stood up from among the leaves beneath him, pulled out his dagger, carved the number one into the tree behind him, and then took a few steps back to make sure the cut was deep enough to put it away. Originally, according to his wishes, it would be nice to be able to engrave a name or something, but Aaron couldn't read and write, and although his name could be written, the crooked handwriting was a little embarrassing.

After doing this, Aaron once again began the struggle against the green environment. After walking for a while, he remembered the work he had done cutting beef when he was in Fort South. A whole cow's bone-in beef is thrown in front of the helper, and it is required to be cut within an hour, and the meat must be roughly the same weight to be easy to sell. At that time, he was like now, and his whole spirit was thrown into it, his eyes kept looking, his head kept counting, and his hands kept moving.

Shaking his head, Aaron forced himself to retract his divergent thoughts and concentrate. He found that he was distracted a lot today, so he couldn't help but be a little worried, physical fatigue can be recovered by resting, but mental fatigue is likely to kill him in the next second.

At this time, Aaron faintly heard the sound of several branches being plucked, and the sound came from the east. And it sounded like the click of a branch breaking. This did not bode well, and he immediately began to climb up a large tree. As he continued to listen to the movement in the east, he confirmed that it was not his own distraction, but that something was really coming this way.

That's right, it was coming this way that the boy felt very helpless. Hearing the leaves shaking violently and the sound of branches breaking grew louder and louder, Aaron's body tensed. He looked at the trees to the east, but he didn't see any change. Only then did he realize that his hearing was no longer what it had ever been. But he couldn't always correctly judge how far away the sound was from him.

Aaron listened carefully, the sound was clear, and it was clear that the moving creature was powerful and fast. This was a situation he had never faced alone, and he could only pray to himself that the big man would not find him, and that the route would be a little farther away from him.

But what humans fear to happen often happens.

When Aaron heard a clear howl, a golden fox appeared in his field of vision. It wasn't an ordinary fox, it had a striking golden fur and long, pointed ears that were very different from the ones Aaron had seen at the animal market. On top of that, despite its small size, the speed of this fox can only be described as terrifying.

However, it obviously doesn't have the strength to break branches all the way. Aaron took a closer look at the little thing, and saw the fox kick on the trunk of a tree, and as he leaped quickly through the air, he suddenly raised his palm-sized head and looked at where he was hiding. The black-haired boy captured this glimpse accurately, and the little fox's dark eyes made him suddenly feel bad, and an ominous premonition quickly grew in his heart.

Sure enough, a yellow phantom suddenly swooped down on the fox's foothold, and then quickly turned to continue to pursue the nimble golden beast. Aaron rubbed his eyes and realized that it was a jungle leopard. Looking at the few deep paw prints left on the big tree in the distance, Aaron gasped and hurriedly shrank his head back from between the leaves.

O moon god, your people and servants hereby pray that you may grant your merciful protection to protect this devout believer from evil presences, from the temptations of the world, from the hardships of the predestined, and from the purity of heart...

Resisting his fear, Aaron ignored the constant furious voices and began to chant a prayer of unknown meaning, only to be completely interrupted by a shrill scratching sound. He looked down and saw the golden fox flashing along the trunk of the tree, less than five meters away.

I am amazed by your kindness, O moon god!

When the fox crashed into Aaron's arms, the whole tree shook. Hearing an even harsher sound, Aaron almost lost the courage to see what was still on the poor bitterroot tree. But his intellect reminded him that it was best not to try to deceive himself with evasion. The boy grabbed the stick and dagger in his hand sharply, and noticed that the fox had expertly climbed up to his shoulder, and the expression on his face was suddenly wonderful. What is this!

The leopard was moving up the tree very quickly, and by the time the boy reacted to a desperate resistance, the leopard had already scurried into the canopy. But the branch that Aaron was on was so slender that the beast stopped, staring at the damned fox with its dark golden eyes.

The boy could not bear such a terrible gaze, and he tried not to look into the leopard's eyes, for he had heard that it was a provocation to the beast. So he noticed that there were obviously a few thin blood marks on the leopard's nose. Without a doubt, it was the guy on his shoulder who made the good thing. The boy even had the urge to jump directly off the tree, but he knew that on the ground, he could only be a plate of vegetables with some teeth. The fox, however, did not seem to be frightened at all, and sat firmly on his shoulder, his tail wagging from side to side.

What a disaster!

Alun was secretly annoyed, but he didn't even dare to move his body, and stiffly fixed himself on the branch with his feet, staring at the leopard's black, wet nose. But the leopard's patience quickly ran out, and it concluded that the erectus was not a threat, so the irascible beast stretched its hind legs and pounced directly at Aaron.

The boy tried his best to block it with his stick and dagger, but the hasty movement was not accurate, and the sharp dagger made a graceful arc in the air, bringing up a silver light, but it did not have any effect. On the contrary, because of its size, the wooden stick was horizontal in the air of the leopard's attack, so the leopard unceremoniously flicked it with its front paws, intending to pounce directly on the boy and the fox. Unexpectedly, Aaron's arm strength was not small, the wooden stick did not take off his hand, he passed diagonally, lost the dagger in his right hand, became a two-handed stick, and suddenly had a head-on confrontation with the leopard.

Aaron only felt a strong force coming from the stick, and his arms tightened, but he finally resisted the blow. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a click, and the branches beneath him separated from the trunk.

As he fell, the fox quickly stood on his chest, and Aaron watched the vicious leopard pounce down with an inexplicable feeling, feeling that it was falling towards the endless abyss.