Hearing me say that I was going to cremate myself, Little Mushroom's eyes widened, "Why?" Brother Bug, do you want to become an immortal and become Wang Dachuan? ”

A black line appeared on my forehead, "What becomes an immortal is not an immortal, we can't run, I can't let those soldiers see me, otherwise I will die, and it will bring a lot of trouble to my family." By the way, is Okawa your local dialect? ”

Little Mushroom shook his head, "No, it's a living immortal that our ancestors saw. ”

"Hehe, I'm not a living immortal, I burned myself because I didn't want to cause trouble to my family and friends."

I just asked, got up and went to collect firewood and grass, and then burned myself.

Little Mushroom grabbed me, "Brother Bug, you just don't want to see them, do you?" I nodded.

Little Mushroom thought about it for a moment and seemed to be confident as she said, "That's easy." Let's go make something to eat first, and when we're done, I have a way to get them out of Wollongong and never want to come back for the rest of their lives. Little Mushroom said.

I don't know why, but I think that the natives actually have many secret methods or secret techniques, some of which we modern people cannot understand, just like when Xiao Man and I escaped from the Governor's Mansion that day, Xiao Man could easily tame the dog. You must know that the dog usually barks wildly when he sees people, and he is biased against Xiaoman, and immediately behaves like a cat, and I can't figure it out afterwards.

"Is there any secret art in your Wick clan?"

Little Mushroom smiled, "You'll know then." ”

I was skeptical, but I chose to believe this little sister who had just married.

I took out my slingshot and shot down two birds, and the little mushroom happily ran over and picked them up. Then I let the little mushroom light the fire, and I plucked the feathers of the birds, and then I took out the dagger and disemboweled, and washed its entrails in the small pool below the cliff.

The little mushrooms had already lit the fire, and I skewered the two birds with jujube wood branches and grilled them on the fire, but fortunately I prepared some condiments and sprinkled them so-so.

The aroma was so fragrant that the little mushroom drooled, and I said, "Don't worry, you can eat it in a while." ”

Little Mushroom took a few of the mushrooms and matsutake mushrooms she picked, "Brother Worm, let's roast some mushrooms too." ”

I skewered two bunches of mushrooms as I said and roasted them over the fire.

Little Mushroom's eyes glowed as she watched the tongue of fire lick the bird meat and mushrooms, she had indigenous genes in her body, and she seemed to have a very indifferent view of life and death, perhaps because she had seen too many people leave.

This meal may be the last meal for the two of us in this world, and I must make it delicious, so that this little sister will not leave any regrets.

The mushrooms ripen faster, and I hand the small mushrooms a bunch and a bunch myself.

The freshly roasted mushrooms were still very hot, but the little mushroom couldn't care about it, she ate it very fragrant and beautiful, "Brother Bug, I didn't expect the mushrooms to be so delicious, it's the first time I've eaten it." ”

"You go up to the mountain to pick mushrooms every day, and you get the moon first near the water, how can you not eat mushrooms."

Little Mushroom shook his head, "Those mushrooms are going to be sent to the hotel." My mother and I were reluctant to eat it. ”

I looked at the little mushroom and let out a long sigh. My father once taught me to memorize many ancient Chinese poems, I recited "planting a grain of millet in spring, harvesting 10,000 seeds in autumn, there is no idle field in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death", and also recited "Yesterday when I returned from the city with tears all over my body, Luo Qi is not a silkworm raiser".

When I was studying, I used to debate these poems with my father, how can a farmer who grows grain have no food to eat? How could a silkworm weaver have no clothes to wear? I said to my father, "Dad, you grow vegetables every day, according to the poem, our family should not be able to eat vegetables, but in fact, our family not only eats, but also eats every day, and I don't want to eat any meat." ”

My father was so stammered by what I said, and finally scolded me angrily: "You bastard, talking nonsense, bullshit." "Turn around and go to the vegetable garden to tease with your own vegetables.

Today, looking at the little mushroom, I understood the deep meaning of the poem.

I took out the roasted bird meat and handed it a skewer to the little mushrooms, who sniffed the aroma of the bird meat vigorously, and looked intoxicated.

She sprinkled a piece of bird meat and put it in her mouth, savoring it.

I asked her, "Is it delicious?" Her eyes sparkled and she nodded.

"Brother Bug, it's so delicious. Mom once said she had eaten Old Wick's roast, and it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten. Old Wick said that it was the fairy Wang Dachuan who came to Australia to teach us the craft of our ancestors, and since then, we no longer like to eat raw meat, so we will use the method of Professor Wang Dachuan to roast and eat the prey. ”

"You always say Wang Dachuan, is he the totem of your clan?"

The little mushroom said while eating: "No, he is even more powerful than our dragon totem, he came across the sea a long, long time ago, with wide robes and big sleeves, fluttering in the wind, and he also brought a lot of shining things. He was very friendly to all the natives, and when he saw that we were eating prey every day, he kept shaking our heads, and taught us how to make fires, and to babase meat, and to boil salt, and to make pottery, and in short, taught us a lot. Later, I crossed the sea and left, Brother Bug, do you know, my mother said that the man had yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, and looked very similar to you. ”

I muttered in my heart, this Wang Dachuan may be a yellow man, and he may have arrived in Australia earlier than the white man. Of course, I don't understand this history, maybe my father knows.

The little mushroom finished eating his own skewer, licking his shiny fingers unsatisfied, and I handed my own skewer over again, "You can eat it!" ”

Little Mushroom was a little embarrassed, "Brother Bug, don't you eat it?" ”

"I can't eat that much."

The little mushroom was overjoyed, reached out and took it, and ate it with relish.

I figured that the soldiers were about to reach the top of the hill, so I picked up my rifle and looked around.

Two kilometers down the mountain, a flock of birds rose into the air, and I secretly exclaimed, "Oh no, they have touched it." ”

I jumped up, grabbed the little mushroom and ran to the cave, "Those soldiers are coming up, you hide in the cave, no matter what happens outside, don't come out, you know?" If you are caught by them, you must not say that you know me, as long as you bite the bullet and say that you don't know me, you are safe, you know? ”

The little mushroom was suddenly pulled up by me, and his eyes were flustered, and he ran after me to the cave, but he refused to throw away the skewer of roast meat in his hand.

Maybe it was the violent running that shook my head, but I only ran a few steps before I felt the world spinning, and I fell to the ground when I was crooked, but fortunately the little mushroom helped me and I didn't fall.

I shouted, "Little mushroom, don't be with me, they find out we're together, and you're dead." You put me down and go. ”

Little Mushroom cried: "Brother Bug, I'm not leaving." Let them get us. ”

I leaned limply into her arms, in despair.

The little mushroom gently placed me on the grass, stretched out her palm to the sky outside the cave, and muttered a chant in her mouth, not knowing whether it was a prayer or a mantra, but she said:

The country is affiliated with the right mountain of Manana, the peak is Leilei, such as the galloping of heavenly horses, and the situation is near the sea. Do not weave or clothe, and cover yourself with bird feathers. There is no smoke and fire, only Ru Mao drinks blood, and the nest is just in the nest. Although, the food palace is indispensable for the festival and publicity; Silk and linen are indispensable, and the cold and heat are indispensable......

I think this little mushroom is very similar to my father, and likes to read some strange words, which are all like that, and people can't understand them.

After the little mushroom recited, he took some powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it around us, exactly in a circle, I sniffed it with my nose, and there was a faint smell in the air, not very strong, but I could smell it.

She took out a small whistle from her neck, which I had heard her say was left to her by her mother before she died, and the little mushroom put the whistle in her mouth and blew it gently.

I wonder if this is a ceremony for her to say goodbye to the world? I don't know. I simply closed my eyes and listened quietly.

The whistle was very peculiar, not sharp at all, melodious, like a low singing, like a feather of a golden bell bird softly soothing my heart, and a faint sadness, the wind flew out of the cave, swept over the peaks, into the forest and grass, the chirping of birds and insects in all directions immediately stopped, and seemed to be attracted by this whistle, quietly listening.

The sun is clear, the pines, cypresses, green grass, and flowers are more bright, and the bare stones seem to have a temperature. This may be the last time I see this beautiful world.

There were two or three hundred of these soldiers, and they swarmed out from all sides and surrounded the two of us with their guns in black holes.

The little mushroom seemed to be unconscious, still blowing the whistle, immersed in the artistic conception created by himself.

I didn't reach for the gun, it was in vain, it was impossible for anyone to kill these two or three hundred people in an instant, and the gods couldn't do it.

These GIs must not have expected this search to go so smoothly, and they easily went up the mountain, and without firing a shot, they saw us on the grass at the top of the mountain.

The GIs pointed their guns at us, neither forward nor backward, as if the whistle had magic, and one by one they stood there, their mouths wide open, staring straight ahead, without even blinking their eyelids.

The whistle continued, and there was a rustling sound in the grass, not loud, but terrifying to the ears.

Then I realized that at some point countless snakes appeared on the top of the mountain, the big ones as thick as arms, the small ones as big as a blade of grass, and they were piled up one by one, layer upon layer, crawling in front of these soldiers, and they seemed to be more and more. These snakes are all sharp-nosed snakes, the scales on their bodies glistening in the sunlight, and their eyes glittering, spitting letters.

Looking at the snakes, everyone present had a numb scalp and trembling legs. A gust of wind blew, and there was a commotion in the air, and I don't know which soldier had lost his mind.

A GI shouted, "Oh my God," and his hand trembled, and he unconsciously pulled the trigger, and it was a shot, and the little mushroom fell to the ground and the whistle stopped.

The sound of the gun made the group of snakes in front of him suddenly make a noise, and a snake lunged at him like an arrow, the snake's fangs pierced into the soldier's skin, and he let out a ghostly howl, but in the blink of an eye, the snakes behind him also scurried, and one by one wrapped the soldier around, looking like a large ball of yarn.

All the snakes at the summit hissed, and they suddenly went crazy and ran straight for the GIs. When the soldiers saw that the situation was not good, some of them ran away, and those who ran slowly were bitten by the snakes that came from the swooping, and immediately fell down and drowned in the sea of barramundi snakes. Some soldiers tried to shoot the snakes, but soon found that it didn't work at all, and the snakes surged in waves, coming towards these soldiers, and they were so frightened that they threw down their guns and turned to run, and those who ran slowly still couldn't escape the snakes. The GIs were still howling in pain as they fell to the ground, but when the waves of snakes rushed by, the howls immediately became quieter, as if they had been covered with a quilt. As long as these snakes are bitten, they will basically be paralyzed immediately, unable to take a step, and only the fate of death awaits them.

Almost only three to five minutes, these soldiers who had flaunted their might were silenced by the summit of Wollongong.

Only where the little mushroom and I were, the snakes never came close, but formed a circle of about ten meters around us.

I didn't have time to pay attention to these GIs, so I struggled to my feet and hugged Little Mushroom, "Little Mushroom, how are you?" Thankfully, the GI's hands were shaking when he fired his gun, and he didn't aim at all, but the bullet still hit the little mushroom.

Bright red blood came out of the shoulder socket of the little mushroom, and she was already dying, but she smiled and said to me, "Brother Worm, you are safe." ”

I hugged her and scolded, "Why are you so stupid. You can run away on your own. ”

Little Mushroom's eyes were filled with tears, "Brother Bug, do you know that since my mother died, no one has been as good to me as you are, so I can't let you die." ”

I picked her up: "Little mushroom, you can't die either, because I can't let you die either." You know, you have to hold on. ”

I thought about it, and the most urgent thing at the moment was to get a bullet for the little mushroom and stop the bleeding, otherwise she would soon bleed too much and die. I remembered that the medical book said that thistle could stop bleeding, and that a flower called the poppy could relieve pain and anesthetize, and that if you found both plants here, you could get the little mushroom out of the bullet as soon as possible.

So I first tore off my sleeve and bandaged her briefly, "Little mushroom, you wait here for a while, I'll go find some herbs." ”

But when they stood up, they couldn't help but feel numb when they saw so many snakes, and these fellows seemed to find that this was an excellent place to bask in the sun, and they were all wandering on the top of the mountain, without the slightest intention of leaving.

I sighed, the little mushroom is so powerful, how can she invite so many snakes through the whistle? This is about the "science" of the indigenous people, right? From the perspective of scientific common sense, this "science" of the indigenous people is obviously unscientific.

I hesitated in the face of the snakes, this is not a joke, I have seen more than 200 GIs die in the belly of the snakes, and few have escaped. If you step into the group of snakes, will you also be entangled by these snakes into a big zongzi?

Little Mushroom spoke here, "Brother Bug, you come over first." She took a sachet out of her pocket and put it in my hand, "You take this, and those cute little things will get away from you." ”

She called these snakes cute little things, which was flattering. I remembered that she was a Wick people, and I heard her say that the totem of the Wick tribe was a dragon, presumably these snakes, which can roughly explain that she can use a whistle to call these snakes.

I walked towards the snake group with the sachet, it was strange to say, the snake saw me and consciously avoided it to five or six meters away, I immediately understood that these cute little things were not avoiding me, it was very likely that they were afraid of the sachet in my hand.