Lost in the Jungle Diary Days 7, 8, 9, and 10

On the seventh day of getting lost in the jungle, we finally set out to find our way back to civilization, if the wild and primitive clan life was considered civilized. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If you get lost in any of the uninhabited wilderness on Earth, all you have to do is find a river and follow it downstream, and as long as you don't die in various accidents, you'll eventually find some familiar traces somewhere downstream.

It could be an uninhabited highway, an empty stretch of railroad tracks, or a small bridge across a river. They will transport you to a civilized world with electricity and internet, food, hot showers, and large soft beds. In addition, there is a complete social order that ensures that you will not be bitten by other creatures or beasts in your sleep.

This is because human civilization on Earth has spread to the entire planet like a terminal cancer cell, and the pristine wilderness is dotted like precious gems.

But in the desolate world, everything is the opposite. Threatened by the harsh natural environment and many other powerful species, human civilization has carefully confined to a few settlements, living under the protection of the Great Demon. In this case, if you choose to go down a river, you are likely to be like an astronaut who has been thrown out of the spacecraft, and you can only become a lonely skeleton floating in space forever.

Fortunately, Spirit Bear also knows the general direction, and she uses the position of the sun and moon in the sky at a fixed time each day to roughly determine where we should go.

I don't mean to question or belittle the wisdom of the ancients, but I do know that in the absence of precision instruments, Spirit Bear's method is a very rough prediction of the position. And the distance is long, the difference is a millimeter, and the error is thousands of miles.

"What's better for you?" she asked me.

I didn't. Even if I didn't pass the basic course of astronomy and physics last semester, the knowledge of astrology on earth is useless in the desolate world. I had no choice but to follow her, like luck, praying for traces of the clan on our way.

Or rather, pray that we will meet our own kind before we meet a certain demon.

If we follow the general saying that the longer we get lost, the lower our chances of survival, our chances of survival are infinitely close to zero.

Fortunately, there is the indigenous elite of Spirit Bear.

Along the way, the girl took me and the little thing and avoided many death traps. There are green spiders disguised as large trees, each the size of a millstone, that leaps and dances through the forest and drives us away for half a day, scented man-eating flowers, beautiful stamens that turn into sharp mouthparts when a creature approaches, and devour an antelope alive in front of us, and a giant monster fish that looks like a dead log on water, and when a buffalo comes close to the river to drink, it violently slams its thick tail into the river like a piledriver, and then turns its prey into a delicious meal in the rolling waves.

I also had a new appreciation for the strength of the maiden, and it was on the eighth day that she brought a wild boar weighing at least half a ton in front of me that was charging towards us, and then came down one hundred and eighty degrees over the shoulder. When the boar was torn to pieces, she grabbed the long fangs, picked them whole, and slammed them into a nearby tree, until the boar passed out like a poor girl ravaged by eighteen great men. I could clearly see that the hundred-meter-tall tree was clearly tilted at an angle.

Until that night, when the fragrant wild boar meat went down to my stomach, I felt like I hadn't fully recovered from the shock.

I vaguely felt that Spirit Bear's strength like a humanoid beast was a little unusual.

But along the way, the biggest fork in the road is the little thing.

It was the morning of the ninth day, and we seemed to have passed through the territory of a very ferocious beast, for for two miles we had not found a single creature.

There was a dead silence.

Spirit Bear and I were both a little nervous, and our spirits were highly vigilant, for fear that the owner of this place was a brute. Because of this, when the little thing started staring at a strange dirt bag more than a meter high, we didn't pay much attention to it.

It wasn't until Spirit Bear noticed that the dirt bag was actually an ant mound, and his face changed drastically to stop drinking the little things, it was too late.

Suddenly, like a fountain, countless black torrents erupted from the large and small holes on the surface of the anthill, and countless black ants the size of their feet opened and closed their sharp mouthparts and rushed towards us like a tide.

The little thing screamed and rushed as if it had been burned by fire, and there were several ants on its ass and back, and its mouthparts pierced deep into her flesh, no matter how the little thing swung its hips from side to side, it couldn't get rid of it.

We didn't have time to bother with her, so we spread our legs and turned around and ran.

The chase and escape lasted two days and one night, and finally swept beyond our imagination.

The creatures we met along the way, whether they were timid four-hoofed animals or irritable big cats, small insects or large birds, all turned around and ran in the opposite direction after seeing the black wave behind us. Gradually, in this jungle, two waves of beasts were formed.

One is the beasts fleeing in front, and the other is the ant tide chasing behind.

And all those who were left behind in the former were turned into clean bones on the ground by the latter.

Finally, on the tenth day, Spirit Bear pulled me from exhaustion and avoided the range of the beast tide.

The first thing I did when I came back was to pull the little thing over and spank it hard.

I was almost killed by this bear child!

The little thing knew that he was wrong, and after being beaten, he lowered his eyebrows and hid behind the bear spirit.

I was suddenly a little unbearable, and was about to say a few words of comfort to her, but I was stopped by Spirit Xiong.

"There is a situation. She said.

I listened carefully, and in the distance was the rumbling roar of the beast tide, and if I looked closely, there was the rustling sound of countless ants crawling over the grass and dead leaves.

"What's the situation?" I asked.

"There's a fight, it's getting closer, we have to hide. ”

Spirit Bear is not a joker, and when it comes to survival experience in the jungle, I can't even match her. So after hearing her say this, I carried the little thing by the neck and climbed up a big tree with lush leaves. Spirit Bear followed closely behind.

We had barely been hiding in the tree when there was a loud bang, and a huge colorful leopard was knocked away from a distance, rolled several times on the ground, and then managed to get up. It seemed to be trying to get rid of its pursuers from behind, but a streamer-glowing wooden knife came first and blocked it in the air.

That knife instantly reminded me of ten days ago, when a certain one-word eyebrow controlled a small peachwood sword, summoning the appearance of a sword shadow in the sky.