Immediately afterwards, a "whoosh" was heard, and the three foxes and wolves rushed away. The butt of the blue-gray fox running at the back was impressively stuck in the life-saving knife that Bing Sanzhang carried with him.

"Great...... Eh?...... Eh, big brother, don't go! You can go, leave my life-saving knife behind! That's my only ......."

Before the third master of Bing finished speaking, the three foxes with knives had disappeared.

After being stunned for a long time, he patted his head: "I usually can't throw it once a hundred times, why is it so accurate this time?"

I got dry firewood, but I lost the life-saving knife, in this place where I don't know where it is, is there anything more tragic than this?

It's useless to just sigh, now you can only count on that magical black shop.

With a branch in his left hand and a large handful of dead branches in his right arm, he strode back.

Bing Sanzhang usually rarely carries any bits and pieces with him, but now that he has no key knife, the most useful estimate is the belt, and as for the lighter or something, I'm embarrassed to say it.

The third master of Bing, who is well-known on the road, doesn't even smoke. The wallet and mobile phone are all useless things after there is no signal.

With the dry firewood still on the ground, he took a few handfuls of straw from the thatched house and sat down against the thatched house.

Don't look at Bing Sanzhang's age and early thirties, but his days in society are not short, and in this era, he can get food and drink on that road, not only with a strong body, but also with a brain.

So even in this situation, he can hold it down in his heart.

At this time, there is no need to panic, and calmness is the way out.

Stretched out his hand and drew a four-image analysis map on the ground, and found that there are many problems now, relying on this black shop that seems to be the only one that has to say that it is an intangible cultural heritage.

There is another thing that Bing Sanzhang cares about, that is, the words "21st century genes", which makes him have some bad premonitions.

The most important thing is food, and it is okay to live for the time being.

Looking at the birds and flowers outside, he walked around outside in a single coat, and there was a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, thinking that there was no twenty-five degrees, there should be a twenty-two or three degrees, even if the wild mountain was cold at night, at least there was a thatched house to block the wind, and ten days and half a month should not be a problem.

Then there is information, I can't get out now, I can only passively accept messages, and there is no equipment to receive external messages, the only thing I can count on seems to be only people.

But count on those who pass by......

He looked back at the thatched hut, and the situation was worrying.

I used to watch documentaries about survival in distress, but with real experience, Bing Sanye really didn't have any emotions, at this time, if there was a signal on the mobile phone, he estimated that he would call the police directly without saying a word.

The little attention on the road, how can a small life be important.

There is also the master's life-saving knife, which is a genuine product bought for thousands of dollars, and it was given to a fox like this, oops, I feel sorry for me.

Hey, that thing is not a little gray, is it a little wolf?

Thinking about it, Bing Sanye's mind was crooked, and at this moment, there was a sudden "ding" in his head.

"Ding, the vitality is greater than that of a creature found, the name is catfish, does it absorb its vitality, to the degree?"

Bing Sanzhang was stunned suddenly, and then he was overjoyed, and said continuously: "Suck and suck, suck it all!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw a big splash in the stream next to the thatched house, and then I heard a beautiful sound that Bing Sanzhang will never forget.

"Absorb it completely, the vitality reserve is greater than one, and the black store storage room is temporarily activated!"

Bing Sanye opened the operation panel with lightning speed, and nodded fiercely at the only lit "white face".

At the same time, Bing Sanye remembered that he seemed to have something to rely on.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the thatched hut sounded like fairy music in the ears of Bing Sanye.

He had a feeling of tears in his eyes - he finally had something to eat!

As the old saying goes, "If you have food in your hands, you don't panic!" Sure enough, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the people for thousands of years, and what it says is simply too reasonable.

Bing Sanzhang turned into the thatched hut and looked at the ten-pound small noodle pocket, carefully put it away, turned the system back on, and quickly browsed the so-called temporary start.

When I saw the words of the forty-eight hour countdown below, I knew it in my heart.

With food, Bing Sanye's heart was in his stomach, and he was not in a hurry to make food, but turned around and began to pick up the thatched hut.

I don't know how long I'm going to stay here, but at least I'm going to have to make a place to lie down and sleep.

The thatched house was already very broken, the large and small holes were superimposed on the sides, the wind was blowing inside, the beams of the house were broken into two for some reason, the stubble of wood with interlaced teeth was on the ground, and the structure of the roof seemed to become a parallelogram. There was a half-new disguise under the eaves, but the words on it had been covered with a piece of black mud, and it was impossible to see what was written.

The ground was littered with fine pieces of straw, as if it had been hastily gnawed by a group of fleeing donkeys. The long and short ones are mixed together, like stables more than houses.

Bing Sanzhang carried the dead tree, desperately squeezing its surplus value. It seems that I have found a lot of things when I really dig for treasures.

A black board, half a tank for storing water, several large black bowls that are almost not round, a table with three and a half legs, several large and small wooden boards, and an earthen stove in the corner.

The most amazing thing is that a large casserole was found behind the stove, which was incredibly large. Bing Sanzhang felt that it was bigger than the big iron pot at his grandfather's house, which was specially used for village banquets.

Although it is inevitable to muttered curiously, it is still a happy event to find the pot.

Originally, Bing Sanzhang was going to drill wood to make a fire and bake the dough to eat, but now maybe he can get a noodle to eat?

Cleaned up all the rags in the thatched hut to the back, and by the way looked at the stream behind the house, there were really a lot of fish, swimming happily in this living water, but they were all the size of a palm, and their vitality did not meet the minimum standard, and the black shop did not admit it at all.

He's not in a hurry, it's living water anyway, and his toll booth is stuck on the highway, and sooner or later, that stupid fish will pass by, enter my soup pot and enter my belly!

He took the board to the stream and washed it, and he had the intention to pull the disguise down as a rag, but he was so disgusted by the black thing that he couldn't do it, so he had to give up.

I found a few stones to cushion the board, poured the water and began to make noodles.

The dignified Bing Sanye has never worked for his appetite, let alone a technique such as noodles. At best, I understand that this thing is a mixture of water and noodles. As for the amount of the two, it can only be hehe!

As for the matter of starting a fire, Bing Sanzhang didn't dare to think about it now.