Mosilaire and the others ate the little fish soup they had left over from the previous night, and then went out hunting—it was more appropriate to say that they were hunting, but rather to guard the brook and wait for the rabbits.

They couldn't go too far from the shelter, especially as the forest hadn't been very peaceful lately, and it seemed to be starting to show signs of corruption.

Just the evening before yesterday, Mosilaire and Kaede were about to return when they spotted an infected animal across the creek.

It was a brown bear that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, its curled hair showing a yellowish sheen of death in the dim sun.

Kaede had thought that something had come out of the bushes with a wounded moose or something, but its slow stride quickly caught Mosilaire's attention.

After simply adjusting the electron scope of the charged rifle, she quickly saw the creature's unappetizing appearance - under the gray and silent forest, red and black blood clots had almost covered its entire body, and because the huge skull muscles were peeling off, it would still reveal the miserable white bone underneath.

The bear's abdomen had been dissected entirely, and the internal organs were gone, and now only a few pieces of limp broken intestines were still attached to the stiff tissues, shaking and swaying like kelp as it went, throwing out coagulated black blood.

Mosilaire and Kaede could see it hesitating by the stream for a long time, wandering but not knowing what to do—the infected brown bear might have been affected by the scattered memories that had survived its life, otherwise how could it have paced aimlessly?

Kaede could see it put its head in front of the babbling stream several times, and then shrank back in a daze. And before Mosilaire pulled the trigger out of uneasiness, the guy shook his head one last and walked away down the stream.

Today's ambush still yielded nothing, and Mosilair was not in the slightest.

Days of unsuccessful hunting and the dwindling movement of the animals around them have shown that there may be something strange going on in the Ori Forest—a vicious, pus-filled mutation.

"It's so quiet today." On the way back, Mosilaire's companion pointed to the cedar tree that surrounded them, his eyes full of confusion and unease, "Something seems to be missing—have you heard the cry of the trumpeter bird today?" ”

"It seems to be...... No. Mosilele only thought for a moment before shaking his head in the affirmative.

It wasn't until Feng Ke mentioned it that she remembered something. She didn't seem to have heard the cry of the Chill Bird to-day—it should's mind be, for these energetic gadgets like to hide in the shadows of the canopy, and only startle you by squealing twice as you pass by unsuspectingly—not to mention the irritating naughty Bird of Cold, the chickadees and grey crows that have been crying incessantly have now disappeared and do not know where they have gone.

She decided to leave here tomorrow. Because smart people always know what is happening at the beginning of the day - only the first infected animal is seen now, but who knows how many corrupted monsters are now hiding in the shadow of the cedar in this forest?

Unfortunate things happen one after another, and a large and strange and crooked trail suddenly appears on the snow ahead, making it difficult not to think of something evil.

A large number of trailing imprints were carved on the thick snow not long ago, and there were many messy and blurred shoe prints in between. They stretched diagonally from right to left into the gloomy forest, as if moving in a definite direction - how could there be so many humans here?

Mosilaire suddenly remembered something, bit his lip, and asked his companions beside him, "Where have you left all those bandits who ambushed us before?" ”

"What's wrong?" Feng Ke frowned, "If you want me to say that those corpses are nothing to look at, and I have all the useful supplies- oops, what do you mean?" ”

Her little face suddenly became whiter than the small snowflakes floating in the sky, and she seemed to realize that something bad had happened.

"Go this way." Kaede grabbed Mosilaire's hand and hurried her into the dense fir forest. It's just that the more they walk, the more strange footprints that make people feel frightened, and finally they simply coincide in the direction they are heading.

The place where the body was dumped wasn't too close to the shelter, but it wasn't too far either, and Mosilaire and Kaede walked briskly through the woods for ten minutes.

It was a gentle hill with a naturally formed cavity at the bottom, and they stood above it, but there were only a few dense traces of struggle left in the pit, and the black footprints that led them were now over.

"This shouldn't be—" Kaede couldn't help but shout, "There should be those corpses here!" ”

"Damn it!" She kicked a block of snow in frustration and watched it lift up and disappear in the dim light.

Mosilaire shook his head, staring at the twisted shoe prints that had come out of the pit that surrounded them, and could only sigh helplessly in the scattered fine snow, "Let's go first, it's not safe here." ”

On the way back, the two of them were a little less interested in chatting, obviously both affected by the scene just now.

Today, he still hasn't caught any valuable prey, which makes Kaede feel very painful, and the thought of having to go to bed hungry at night makes Kaede's mood even worse.

"I'm going to go back tomorrow." Stepping on the creaking cotton snow, her partner suddenly spoke.

"I'll go back tomorrow? But what about Bender? Kaede looked at Mosilaire in amazement.

"You've seen it here, too." She shook her head and sighed, "This forest will soon become dangerous, and the movement of those infected small animals in groups will greatly threaten our safety. ”

"And—" Mosilaire tugged at the strap of his charged rifle, "don't you notice that we are short of food, and that our bodies are inevitably weakening day by day?" ”

"But—" Kaede raised an eyebrow, and a terrible cry suddenly rang out not far away, echoing through the dark woods, exerting deep horror and fear on their hearts.

What is it?

Feng Ke pulled out the dagger at his waist and looked at his companion in disbelief.

"Shh......h

Mosilaire gave her a silent gesture to her, motioning for her to follow him, then raised the R4 charged rifle flat in front of him and slowly headed towards where the screams were coming from.

Snow had been falling for the past few days, and the fine pieces of snowflakes had swirled from the bleak sky to the ground, spreading a thick layer of white flocculation over the hard frozen soil, and the low bushes that had been completely covered had become small bulges in the dim rays.

A light breeze from the darker woods inadvertently ruffled their hair, and they circled hastily a few times before fleeing in panic.

Mosilaire's steps were light, and Kaede, who was following her closely, could barely hear any of her sounds.

The light around them was rapidly sinking as the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and the things that were usually hidden in the darkness took advantage of this time to emit demagogic whispers.

Mosilelle's back began to blur in the darkness, but it still brought courage and comfort to her companions who followed in her footsteps.

They had only walked more than thirty meters in the dark woods they had not yet set foot in, and Mosilaire's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Kaede, who did not react, almost hit Mosilaire's backpack directly.

She clenched the dagger in her hand, but she couldn't see what was happening ahead.

"Let's go."

Kaede could vaguely hear her say something very softly in the cold wind, and then felt her push herself back.

"Let's go!"

The words were still ethereal, and almost immediately drowned out the sound of falling snow, but this time Mosilaire's trills had a palpable fear in them.

Feng Ke's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he fell backwards very slowly step by step, until they completely escaped from the gloomy dense forest, and then Mosilaire hurriedly grabbed her hand and ran on the snow as if dead.

Maple and Mosilaire had been running on the soft snow for more than ten minutes, and finally managed to get back to the makeshift shelter before it was completely dark.

The campfire in the shelter was well cared for by Bender, who was left behind, and the orange flames were radiating warmth, and the heat on his face made Kaede Ke, who was following Mosilelle, yawn comfortably, but Mosilele's round face was still horribly white, making it difficult to imagine what kind of crazy sight this determined girl had to look at to be so frightened.

"Hey—are you all right?" Frightened by Mosilelle, Bender winked at Kaede in confusion, and the guy spread his hands blankly in a panting.

"Drink some hot water." Bender handed Mosilaire a kettle with hot water and patted the poor girl on the shoulder, "I guess it will make you feel a lot better." ”

Mosilaire took a few breaths and drank the kettle, and when half a bottle of hot water was served, her face flushed - it seemed that drinking more hot water was always beneficial.