Just as he was thinking about it, footsteps sounded behind him.

"Second brother, how did you cut it?" Mo Xiao walked towards this side with the noon food, and asked Mo Cong as he walked.

"Hey, this kind of wood is so hard that I was so tired that I had to cut one down. Mo Cong waved the short stick and replied weakly, not daring to tell Mo Xiao that he had delayed the time because of his "knife".

"Oh, it's already pretty good. Mo smiled and encouraged gently, "I see that you are sweating and tired, why don't you eat something and rest for a while, and then cut after resting." ”

"Good. Mo Cong put the short stick aside and had lunch with Mo Xiao. The things they bring for lunch are generally simple. Mo Cong thought while eating: I have to chop wood well for a while, otherwise I won't be able to cut ten in the afternoon, and I won't be able to eat at night.

The two hurriedly finished eating, Mo Xiao went back to the river stone to practice, and Mo Xiao meditated and rested against the iron birch tree. He rested for a while, and his energy was almost restored, but the feeling of thirst was getting worse and worse.

Why don't you pick a few fruits to eat? Mo Cong thought to himself a second time.

Although Mo Xiao told him not to walk around, those fruit trees were not far ahead. It's a straight line for such a short distance, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Mo Cong thought about it, and suddenly had an idea and came up with a perfect plan.

"It's a big deal, I'll use this iron birch to walk all the way and draw a line. After a while, walk over and pick the fruit, and then follow the line and go back the way you came. Mo Cong silently calculated in his heart, feeling that this method was more scientific and had a surname. Draw a line, a single line from this end to that end, unless you encounter a ghost, otherwise go back strictly according to the line drawn, there will be no reason to go wrong.

Mo Cong thought that his plan was foolproof, so he patted his ass and stood up, walked forward with the short stick, and drew a line on the ground with the stick as he went. He was afraid that the line would not be deep and would not be easy to make out for a while, so he made great efforts to make the line wide and deep. Looking back, such obvious traces, as long as you are not blind, you can see it at a glance. As long as you are not a fool, you can go back the same way along this line.

Mo Cong walked like this while drawing a line, and walked for a while, but found that he hadn't arrived yet. At first glance, those fruit trees don't seem to be far away, but when you actually walk up, you find that they are much farther than you think. Of course, Mo Cong's walking for such a long time was not in vain, because from his field of vision, those fruit trees were getting closer and closer to him.

Hold on a little longer, it looks like it's coming, and it's a shame to turn back now. It was with this mood that Mo Cong walked into the depths of the dense forest step by step.

After walking a few dozen steps, the light in the forest became dim, and the dead branches and leaves were spread under the feet, and there was a soft and unreal feeling when stepping on it. As he walked, Mo Cong carefully used a short stick to pull away the dead leaves on the ground, so that he had finally drawn a line all the way so that he would not break off.

He slowly walked under a fruit tree, put the stick on the ground, and began to climb the tree. The fruit tree had a lot of branches and leaves, and a yellow-colored wild fruit grew between the branches and leaves, and Mo Cong used his hands and feet to quickly climb to the fork of the trunk. He stepped on the fork of the trunk, reached out and picked a fruit and took a bite, well, sweet and sour, juicy, and tasted good.

Mo Cong quickly finished eating the fruit, ate a few more, and reached out to pick a dozen or so before jumping down from the tree. He picked up the baguette and walked back along the line, counting as he went, how many fruits he had picked, and how many each of them could divide among the four people.

After walking for about a cup of tea, Mo Cong felt that something was wrong the more he walked. I don't think it was that far away, right?

He looked left and right, and then looked down.

The line on the ground is indeed that line, and the direction must be right, why do you feel that the light is dim the more you go? Moreover, you can't even hear the sound of the small river.

He looked ahead, and saw the emaciated and tall iron birch trees. Looking back, I couldn't see the fruit trees. The orientation seems to be completely wrong.

You can make a mistake along the drawn line, what the hell? Mo Cong felt a little strange. He clenched the "knife" in his hand and turned to walk back, trying to find the fruit tree just now and re-identify the direction. Because in Mo Cong's impression, the fruit tree and the iron birch tree are completely a straight line. Standing in the position of the fruit trees, you should be able to see those iron birch trees.

With such hope, Mo Cong walked all the way back along the line on the ground, looking for the fruit tree just now as he walked. He walked for a long, long time, and felt that he should arrive anyway, but when he looked around, he was shocked to find that not only the fruit tree just now could not be found, but also the other fruit trees could not be found. There were all the same and very tall trees, and there was no fruit on them.

Mo Cong looked left and right, making sure that he had never been to this place before, but why the line on the ground extended here, he couldn't figure it out. He reached out and pinched the fruit in his pocket, and the fruit was there, but the tree was gone.

Did you really run into a ghost?

Seeing that things were too strange, Mo Cong was really a little scared at this time. He put the iron birch stick diagonally at his waist, put his hands to his lips and shouted: "Big brother, big brother, can you hear me? I can't find my way, come and pick me up!"

He shouted several times but did not respond. The forest is full of trees and foliage, and not only can you not hear the sound of the river running here, but even the sound of the wind is very weak.

Hey, I don't know where this is going. Calling out to the eldest brother, the eldest brother can't hear it at all, what can I do? Mo Cong looked around blankly in the dim light, and he couldn't see the direction at all except for trees or trees. He thought about it, but he couldn't think of any other way to identify the direction, so he had to continue along the line on the ground, and then the more he went, the more he didn't know where it was.

I don't know how long I left, and suddenly there was a strange sound from a certain direction on Mo Cong's side. It was the sound of some kind of object touching fallen leaves, very faint, but it couldn't hide Mo Cong's ears that were different from ordinary people.

Mo Cong pulled out the iron birch stick that was stuck diagonally at his waist, looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came from, and tried to see what the sound was coming from, but he didn't see anything for a long time.

Just in shock, brushing, a wind sounded, and something seemed to rush towards Mo Cong.

"What is so strange that it can be invisible?" Mo Cong was half frightened, half surprised and curious. He listened to the voice, picked up his short stick and slammed it in the direction of the sound. With a snap, the iron birch stick didn't know what it had touched, and it felt soft and hard to the touch, and then a scream was heard.

What is it? Mo Cong was wondering, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a gray and black thing sliding behind him, and landed on the right side of his body with a snap, and when he turned his head, it was actually a wolf.

At this time, Mo Cong was completely blinded, he obviously heard the sound coming from the left front, but the wolf's landing trajectory was from back to right, which was completely opposite to the direction of the sound.

Oh my God, what the hell is going on?Mo Cong looked at the wolf in a daze, thinking to himself.

The wolf also got up and stared at Mo Cong fiercely, Bai Sensen's wolf teeth opened up and down, and the wolf's eyes glowed with green and faint light.

Brush!

Just stunned, the wolf immediately pounced towards Mo Cong again, and his vigorous body brought a sound of wind.

Mo Cong hurriedly picked up the short stick and hit it towards the wolf's nose. He pulled down with a stick, thinking that the "knife" that was harder than iron was on the soft wolf's nose, and he could beat the wolf to the ground and flee in one fell swoop, but who knew that after a draw, the short stick didn't hit anything, but the wolf's mouth instantly passed through the stick shadow and bit Mo Cong's shoulder fiercely.

A sharp pain came, Mo Cong screamed "ah", hooked his right fist and hit the wolf's belly, but it was empty again, and the fist seemed to hit only a shadow. Mo Cong was shocked, only to realize that the pain actually came from the left shoulder, not the right shoulder as seen by the eye. He couldn't believe his eyes anymore, and he bent his left elbow to the sensation of his body.

With a snap, the wolf fell off Mo Cong's body, and at the same time tore off a piece of meat from Mo Cong's shoulder. It chewed a few times and swallowed the meat into its stomach, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on Mo Cong again.

Mo Cong couldn't believe it when he saw his eyes, so he closed his eyes and listened to the argument, and used short sticks and fists and feet to fight the wolf.

Bang Bang Bang, after a burst of punches, kicks and sticks, the wolf was beaten, it stopped and stared at Mo Cong vigilantly and fiercely, bleeding from its mouth and nose.

"Woo ......" stared for a moment, and the wolf suddenly raised its head and howled, as if calling for its companion.

Mo Cong was startled, opened his eyes and ran away.

He had heard a story from Uncle Zhang in a small mountain village before, saying that there was a Li Orion at the foot of Black Mountain, who was lucky enough to kill a wolf when he went up the mountain to hunt, but was soon torn to pieces alive by the wolves who caught up, and the bones were all east and west.

"Wolves are beasts, and they may not even be able to beat dogs alone, but once they form a pack, they are extremely powerful, and even tigers have to give up three points. Mo Cong has always remembered Uncle Zhang's sentence, he is not too afraid of the lone wolf, seeing it is like seeing a wild dog, he dares to fight and dare to fight without admitting it at all, but he has always had a deep fear of the wolves.

At this time, hearing that the wolf was already calling for his companions, the vague fear in Mo Cong's mind suddenly became a reality. He thought that he had reached a life-and-death juncture, so he desperately poured all his true qi into his two legs, and spread his feet and brushed and brushed for a while.