Looking at the passage below, Yang Jian didn't dare to go down. No one could guarantee whether the tiger had left another exit.

Back in the dense bushes, Yang Jian looked at the marshal who was licking his wounds and immediately slapped it in the head.

"You have licked all the medicine you just took!"

Yang Jian had to apply medicine to the marshal again. These ointments were very precious, most of which were Chinese herbal medicines they obtained from the forest.

The Marshal's wound was very deep, and it could be seen that the tiger in the cave just now was determined to kill the Marshal.

Sitting on the ground, Yang Jian could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but anyone could see the melancholy on his face clearly.

This time, less than a day after coming out, there were only three of the ten magazines left, which made Yang Jian feel no sense of security.

"Sure enough, the bullets were fired one by one." Yang Jian touched the hot muzzle, and some smoke was still lingering in the forest.

The marshal was lying on the ground, instinctively trying to lick his wounds, but when he saw Yang Jian's eyes, he immediately shrank his neck.

"Wang!"

"Don't shout!" Yang Jian bounced the marshal's forehead and planned to stay here tonight.

This hill is very quiet. Since the battle, no other animals have appeared. Now both tigers have died and the other end is unknown.

"Tiger." Thinking of the two dead giants, Yang Jian licked his tongue. The smell of tiger meat was still unforgettable.

So he took out a huge sack from his backpack and began to clean up the two dead tigers.

But soon he realized that the tiger meat was destined to be unable to be preserved. The temperature is too high now. Just at this moment, the first dead tiger has begun to corrupt.

Yang Jian put away the bag, cut some tiger meat, and then raised a bonfire on the hillside, and began to roast the meat slices.

When he went out, he brought some bottles and jars, which were filled with condiments, such as chili powder, cumin powder, and some chili oil. Just thinking about it can make people feel appetite.

"Marson, your wound was not in vain." Yang Jian said with a smile. Although one of the two tigers was beginning to rot, they could still be eaten.

At night, the temperature was quite suitable. Yang Jian sat next to the marshal and threw the roasted tiger meat directly on the ground.

The marshal licked his tongue and the tiger meat fell directly into his mouth. He chewed it for a few times, then looked at Yang Jian, as if he was saying that he was not full.

"Wait, there will be something soon." Yang Jian said angrily.

I don’t know why, but the marshals also have a huge appetite. I guess they will feel full after eating a whole tiger.

In this way, it was not until midnight that Yang Jian looked at the two white bones on the ground and touched his stomach, but he was still unsatisfied.

"Tiger meat is so delicious." Yang Jian burped, pulled out the tiger's fangs, scrubbed them, and threw them directly into his pocket.

"It feels really good to pull the teeth from the tiger's mouth."

Yang Jian laughed at himself, then fell to the ground, and the marshal was not far away. It was not sleeping. First, the wound hurts too much, and second, it was on the hill tonight and had no way to rest.

That night, the hills were very quiet, and there were not even insects and birds.

The next morning, Yang Jian opened his eyes and found that the marshal was asleep and had not woken up yet.

"Die dog!" Yang Jian said angrily, thanks to the fact that nothing special happened last night.

Perhaps hearing the movement, the marshal opened his eyes and woke up. He immediately put his head over and arched Yang Jian's body.

Although he complained, Yang Jian squatted down and carefully examined the marshal's injured hind legs last night, and finally applied herbs again.

"Today we are slower, we should not be far from Black Rock Mountain."

Considering the injury of the marshal, Yang Jian had to slow down, but he walked for a long time during the day yesterday, and the rest of the road could be completed before dark.

After walking out of the hill, Yang Jian found that the marshal was not slow at all. After careful observation, he found that the injured part of the hind foot had stopped bleeding and scarred, which was better than expected!

"Is this herb that magical?" Yang Jian took out a glass tube from his arms. It was a green gel liquid. When it came out, it was full, but now it was only half left.

Yang Jian carefully preserved it, and now he realized that the medicine of this thing was so effective.

"Let's go!"

Yang Jian slapped the marshal's body, and one person and one dog disappeared into the forest at an extremely fast speed.

Because it was early morning, the temperature in the mountains was still a little cold, Yang Jian saw a large amount of white mist floating deep in the deserted island, giving people a mysterious color.

It was noon, and the temperature on the deserted island began to rise sharply. After a while, Yang Jian and the Marshal were sweating profusely and fully experienced the scorching summer heat.

Before that, they avoided the high temperatures of the day.

Yang Jian looked at the thermometer in his hand. Under the sunlight, the red liquid column had approached 45 degrees, which was less than the hottest time of the day.

"This is too hot!" Yang Jian inserted his waist. Now, as long as he moves a little, sweat will completely wet his clothes.

The marshal was the same, sticking his tongue out and panting. The wound that had already started healing this morning began to erode again. Yang Jian had to stop and deal with the inflamed rotten flesh around the wound in time.

"Hold on for a while, there will be Black Stone Mountain ahead."

Yang Jian had already seen the black stone mountain in the forest in the distance through the telescope and was about to arrive.

After resting on the spot for a while, one person and one dog continued to rush.

Half an hour later, passing through a dense forest, Yang Jian heard a faint sound of water flowing, and he realized that there was Black Stone Mountain ahead.

When I came last time, there was a small stream at the foot of Black Stone Mountain, which was also a precious source of water.

"I have water to drink!"

Yang Jian smiled and said, he didn't carry too much Danshui this time because he knew there was a source of water here.

The marshal also felt the fluctuation of the water flow, and happily turned two circles in place, with his tail raised, as if urging Yang Jian to act quickly.

In fact, Yang Jian was so hot that he sweated, but he was cautious, so he carefully pushed away the grass and looked at the surrounding situation.

It seems that there is no danger.

Yang Jian walked through the woods and saw the black stone mountain not far away, his pupils shrank.

At this moment, there were actually some tents near Shishan. The key point is that the color of these tents was also black, which was not obvious at first sight, and Yang Jian almost misunderstood.

"There is actually someone here." Yang Jian frowned. The tents looked very clean and did not look like those left by the survivors.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian comforted the marshal behind him and walked around the forest by the stream alone, wanting to see if there were other humans.
Chapter completed!