Let's rewind the timeline to last night, when Feng Shiyan dealt with bamboo insects......

Perhaps because he was too focused, Feng Shiyan at that time didn't care about the things around him.

Everywhere I looked, there were insects roasting on the stone slabs. Therefore, the system prompt sound in the dark was also ignored by him as a matter of course......

+1 for frying, current progress ...... 23%…… (Maybe going to the night market to find a living is your best way out.) ）

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+1 for frying, current progress ...... 25%…… (Teppanyaki Master will be a good career direction for you.) ）

As his hands flew up and down, his skill proficiency slowly increased along with his operations, which of course had something to do with his originally low skill proficiency, and everything was improving, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

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Following the direction pointed by the original "Harpoon", Feng Shiyan was fleeing in embarrassment along this direction.

Of course, for his part, he prefers to glorify this escape as an exploration of the jungle.

But no matter how he uses words to embellish it, at least his down-and-out image at this time is not as wise and martial as he imagined, but more like those homeless people who can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

He also thought about where to go, but eventually decided to follow the Harpoon's guidance and move in the established direction.

Everyone is responsible for their own choices.

However, when it comes time to make a choice, many people will still choose to leave this right to fate. Just like when Feng Shiyan first chose the direction, he was subservient to the choice of fate.

This kind of subservience is more of a kind of peace of mind in desperation: even if you fail in the end, there is an object that you can dump, at least in this way, the psychological feeling will be much better.

Because they don't know if the outcome would have been better if they had followed their original choice.

Feng Shiyan had a gut feeling that he was on the right path, and whether or not it was a psychological suggestion to himself, at least this feeling had kept him in a very happy mood since he left the shelter.

Coupled with the fact that his body had almost recovered his health, his steps couldn't help but become brisk, and his eyes looked at the surrounding greenery and the stirring breeze blowing through the forest, which made him feel extremely comfortable. Although, he still looks a little embarrassed.

At this moment he was descending cautiously along a gentle slope.

The water flows low, usually in the wild, and the confluence of water sources is usually at the foot of a mountain, or in a low-lying valley in the forest, like the place where he first woke up, there is not just a puddle of water.

Of course, the best case scenario is to find living water such as a stream or lake, which is obviously much cleaner than the stagnant water.

In addition, Feng Shiyan did not stop observing the surrounding environment.

The main thing is to find out whether there are animal footprints on the surrounding ground, because the life circle of animals is generally spread outward according to the occurrence point of the water source, if you can find the footprints of the animal and follow the direction of its travel, there is still a certain probability that you can find the water source.

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Of course, finding a water source is Feng Shiyan's first goal now, but when he is walking in the forest, he still always maintains a twelve-point vigilance, mainly worried about the pursuit he may suffer at some point.

But to be honest, so many days have passed, and I don't know if the initial setting has played a certain misleading effect, and in this vast jungle, the traces of movement are very easy to be covered by changes in the environment, so he is actually gradually relaxed.

Now that everything has been left to luck to make a choice, then I don't want to think too much, and while maintaining a cautious attitude, An An will bear the burden of survival in the wild to the end.

Suddenly, the silence of the forest was broken by the sound of noisy birdsong.

The sudden noise, mixed with indescribable chaos, seemed to be faintly heard as the fluttering of the wings of the birds, as if something was being invaded by an unknown danger.

When I looked up, I saw an innumerable "cloud" composed of birds, rising, circling, and escaping from the gloomy jungle.

It's just that because the distance is too far, Feng Shiyan can't see the reason for a while, which makes him feel a little timid, and the originally relaxed heartstrings are tense again.

The unknown is undoubtedly the most alarming.

Especially in the forest, if he wants to cause such a big turmoil, the reason is that Feng Shiyan can't imagine it.

Fortunately, Wangshan ran a dead horse, although the turmoil this time was extremely huge, but the location of the incident was a lot of distance from Feng Shiyan's location and his preset travel route, even with his current footsteps, it would take about three or four days.

Although he was a little uneasy, Feng Shiyan still decided to follow his established route and stay away from the place where the incident occurred.

Tightening his nerves, Feng Shiyan continued to explore down the gentle slope, but his vigilance level undoubtedly increased by another notch, after all, he still hadn't escaped from the jungle, unknown dangers still existed, and it was far from the time to relax.

"But it's getting harder and harder."

Feng Shiyan was a little puzzled. The solid pavement gradually began to become a little soft, and many times he had to rely on the support of the "harpoon" to support his whole body on the gentle slope.

The rainwater in the bamboo tube he carried around him had passed through the bumps and rocks along the way, and what was left was not even more than half of what he had brought out.

The road ahead is becoming more and more difficult, and Feng Shiyan can't help but be more and more careful.

Suddenly, one of his feet fell into the mud as if it had been bitten by something, and the support of the "harpoon" did not keep up in time, and his whole person instantly lost its center and fell out.

Toppling, falling, tumbling up and down, I don't know how many times it has been impacted, and after a whirlwind, Feng Shiyan completely fainted......

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A vague scent of earth swept from the tip of Feng Shiyan's nose, and frogs and birds could be vaguely heard in his ears, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water.

Feng Shiyan opened his eyes with great difficulty, and the silver light filled the earth, and it was obvious that during the time he had passed out in his coma, the night of the jungle had fallen.

There is a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the starlight reflects it, so that the surrounding environment is not particularly dark.

Perhaps because the slope of the descent was not very steep, and the dense forest was full of stacked fallen leaves along the way, so in addition to the faint pain on Zhou's body, Feng Shiyan didn't seem to have any other discomfort.

Sit up and look around.

The "harpoon" that followed him all the way lay quietly beside him, and with his fall, most of the bamboo tubes had been lost, and what could be seen in the night was probably scattered on this tidal flat.

Fortunately, the bamboo insects stuffed in the pocket are still there, and the rest of the ones tied to the "harpoon" have long been lost.

Thankfully, the lighter lighter wasn't lost, which was good news for him.

Holding back the dizziness that had not completely dissipated, Feng Shiyan slowly stood up.

The place where he was a mudflat made of rocks.

Fortunately, at the time of the fall just now, perhaps due to the rapid flattening of the terrain, his final landing point happened to be the buffer between the rocks and the jungle, so his body did not have any close contact with these rocks, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Feng Shiyan didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but in the silence, all the sounds around him were infinitely amplified, and he could be sure that he really heard the sound of the gurgling stream coming from ahead.

Hurriedly picking up the "harpoon", Feng Shiyan staggered in the direction where the sound of water came.

After gradually getting used to the darkness of the night, his vision instantly became relaxed, and not far from him, a stream with a little sparkling waves under the moonlight appeared in front of Feng Shiyan's eyes for the first time.

Feng Shiyan quickly stepped forward, as if he wanted to confirm the authenticity of this matter.

Picking up a handful of stream water with his hand, the stimulation brought by the cold touch instantly made Feng Shiyan come alive from the chaos, and rubbed his face indiscriminately, finally confirming that all of this was in one breath, not like a dream.

Feng Shiyan felt thirst again, he simply poked his head into the water, poured the stream water into it, and the whole person was a lot more sober.

Lying on the tidal flat next to the stream, Feng Shiyan looked up at the starry sky, and a sense of happiness that he had escaped death once again rose in his heart.

"It's good to be alive......"