There are birds chirping in the forest, and if you calm down, you can hear the sound of small beasts crawling. Dongfu forced himself to calm down, sat upright on the tree to breathe for a few hours, the mountain wind blew the water and moisture, hunger and cold unbearable, Dongfu fumbled to put on the air-dried coat, shook his hand and pulled his sleeves to feel something tied to his wrist, and hit the trunk of the tree with a sound like a golden stone.

He stretched out his hand and touched it carefully, and it turned out to be a round cryolite wrapped in silk, a small moon that the cold ice had prepared for him for lighting. One was originally made of a hood and hung on the platform by him, and the other was carefully tied to his hand by the cold ice to illuminate it, which was so convenient, as natural and convenient as the long one, that he forgot it.

I didn't want to go through this catastrophe, but this little thing was not lost, and it was still firmly tied to my wrist.

Dongfu was stunned and had mixed feelings. Take the little moon and stick it on your chest. Stroke gently. Now that this thing is here, his ice will be safe and sound! He must find it back as soon as possible, and he can't let Han Bing worry about him while pregnant with the child!

Dongfu climbed down the tree, waited quietly in the grass on the bank of the river, and used the little moon tied to the ice silk as a stone, although he was blind, he could also hear the sound and distinguish the position, threw stones, squatted for more than an hour, and sure enough, he hit a small beast shuttling by the river. It felt soft and soft, as if it had broken the skull, and it only lasted for a moment and then stopped.

Dongfu groped along the ice silk to find it, picked it up in his hand fluffy, soft, long body still trembling in his hand, touched his head, his ears were long and pointed, sure enough, it was a rabbit.

Dongfu was very hungry. There is nothing on the body, and I can't pay attention to it at the moment, I drank some warm rabbit blood, saved some strength, there was no fire, and the flint could not be found, there was no way, I tore a rabbit leg, picked the thick part of the meat and bit it down, and ate it bloodily, I was so hungry that I didn't feel fishy, and the lukewarm meat ate into the abdomen, and a warm feeling suddenly surged in the stomach, like an engine, and finally slowly squirmed.

Dongfu didn't eat much, he felt that there was something in his stomach, so he took the rabbit, still climbed back to the tree, peeled off the fur and hung it aside, and tore the meat into one by one and hung it on the trunk of the tree.

He hastily dismissed his stomach and intestines, and immediately made a pranayama again, and this sitting was a day and a night.

The forest is very lively in the early morning, with birds singing and the wind ringing, and hundreds of beasts galloping. But there is no trace of the human voice that Dongfu is looking forward to. Let him listen carefully, with infinite expectations, but he didn't get half a word. There were neither woodcutters chopping wood nor hunters hunting. Dongfu heard the roar of a tiger, but now he was blind, although he was not afraid of this big insect, but he really did not dare to risk his life at will, so he could only endure it, and after four or five days of recuperation, he changed several places to guard and got two hares. The first rabbit he had hit had been eaten cleanly, and his head was gradually no longer in the same severe pain as when it first came out of the water.

Dongfu finally couldn't bear it, put on and wrapped his clothes, tied the half-dried rabbit meat around his waist and hung it, folded a bamboo with a thick arm in his hand, used it as a weapon, and made a crutch.

He has been squatting near the big tree for the past two days, and he feels that the terrain to the south is a little slower, but it is pitch black in front of him, and he has no choice, so he can only try his luck and walk around.