Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 135 Swamp Adventure 01
Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 135 Swamp Adventure 01
He was still a little worried, so he found another stone from nearby and threw it hard into the middle of the swamp. He only heard a "pop" sound and it landed on the ground. He said to himself: "Hey
, I am still very smart."
Alas, poor Hanzi, in this place where birds don't shit, he can only talk to himself. Otherwise, if he stays in such a place for a long time, he may not be able to talk after he goes out.
Although he had already tried it with stones, he was still very careful to use his feet to test whether the grass under his feet was solid every time he took a step before he dared to step on it. As a result, his walking speed was much slower.
However, he did not think that he was being too cautious, because during the march, he saw that the grass in some places would tremble slightly as he stepped on it, and there would also be some gas coming out from under the grass.
The mud emerged from the mud. The mud that could be seen was all black and pulpy. After walking into the swamp, he felt that the putrid smell was getting stronger, and it became difficult to breathe.
While walking like this, when the sky was getting dark, he looked back and realized that he had only walked less than a thousand meters after walking for such a long time. Looking ahead, he seemed to be really close.
Looking at the mountains opposite the swamp in the distance, I couldn't help but frown, and thought to myself: "Damn, I don't know how long it will take to get there if I walk like this. Looking at the situation, I might not be able to get out in less than three to five days."
"I thought again: "I wonder if the Red Army was as dangerous as me when they crossed the grassland in the past? I didn't expect that we also came to experience the journey of the Red Army." Thinking of this, my pride suddenly increased, and I stopped thinking about it.
He pulled his backpack and continued walking forward.
He estimated the direction based on the direction of the sun's light that he had memorized in front of him through the clouds. At this time, the direction he was heading was due north. The towering snow peak in front of him might be the jade bead mentioned in the note.
Peak.
Walking slowly like this, he saw that it was getting dark, so he kept an eye out and picked up some larger dry branches of small plants. Looking at the sky, it would be completely dark in less than half an hour.
After we came down, I don’t know what it’s like in this swamp at night. Without a flashlight, I had to make a fire for lighting.
After walking for more than ten minutes, he saw a small pile of rocks about tens of square meters, so he decided to make do with it for the night. Then he put down a pile of dead branches in his hand. It was estimated that these dead branches would not be enough for one night.
In order to use it, I found some more nearby. When I put down the last small bundle of dead branches, the sky was completely dark and no light could be seen.
Only then did he put the backpack down from his body. This was also his caution. Anything could happen in this swamp, and the food and water in the bag were his only hope for survival. Once lost, he was afraid that
He died of thirst and starvation before he even got out of the swamp.
He took out a lighter from his bag, lit it with some dry grass, and started a fire. After the fire became normal, he sat down not far from the fire, took out compressed biscuits from his backpack and ate them briefly, and took out a few beef sticks.
He gnawed slowly, took a few sips of water, and then put the kettle lid firmly in place. Having read too many adventures, I knew that before taking care of food and water in the next step, these two things must be carefully protected.
, so he did not dare to eat more. With compressed biscuits to eat, he was not worried about starving to death, but a pot of water was definitely not enough for him to drink for a long time. Therefore, although he still felt that his throat was about to be dry, he did not dare
Drink too much.
After sitting down, he realized that his whole body seemed to fall apart at this moment. He might have been concentrating on walking before, so he didn't feel it, but now he felt that his bones and flesh ached, and he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not.
Feeling dirty, he fell down and lay on the ground, looking at the dark sky, and then closed his eyes, not wanting to move again. But his mind was not idle, thinking: "What if a few girls are here at this time?"
It would be great if any of them were by my side, pressing my shoulders and rubbing my back, that would be so nice." Then she thought: "I don't know what Shirou is doing now, she should have filled out her application today, University B.
There is no problem in recruiting her. If she is brushed off by others, it would be strange if I don’t recruit Old Man Huo to recruit her."
The figures of several girls flashed through his mind one by one, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he fell asleep unconsciously.
"Oh, it's so cold. Jiaying girl, why did you put ice cubes in my bathtub?" Hanzi suddenly shouted and jumped up.
The surrounding area was completely black, and even the fire he had lit before was extinguished at some point. A biting cold wind blew, and he couldn't help shivering violently without the protection of his true energy.
It turns out to be a dream in the south.
He remembered that he was taking a hot bath in the bathtub in his dream. Liu Xinyi and Gao Shirou were pressing his shoulders and legs, while Xiaoya was holding a glass of ice-cold beer for him next to him. It was so comfortable.
Suddenly, Xie Jiaying brought in a small bucket of ice cubes from outside and poured them all on her body. A biting coldness instantly woke her up, but it turned out that the weather in the swamp had suddenly become colder.
I thought to myself: "This terrible swamp is really killing people. It's so hot that it's so hot during the day, but it's so cold at night. What the hell is this place?" I cursed in my heart, and then I started to pay attention.
Changes come from where you are.
The previously silent swamp now has a lot of sounds. There are seemingly melodious calls, low murmurs of unknown animals, and even rustling sounds that may or may not be the crawling sounds of venomous snakes.
There will also be some miserable screams from unknown monsters. It sounds a bit creepy.
Alone, dark night, cold wind, strange sounds.
In such an environment, it is impossible to say that Hanzi is not afraid at all, especially when there is no real energy available.
He felt that the rustling sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, as if there were countless venomous snakes rushing toward him in the depths of the swamp. He was horrified and quickly took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.
When he started the fire, there was a "porphyry" sound. He didn't remember that the cold night wind was very strong at this time, and the fire was blown out by the wind as soon as it started. He cursed secretly: "Damn, grandma's is not even protected from the wind. I want to
I’m so angry.”
Cursing, but not daring to delay, he ran to the fire, took some hay, and started a fire against the wind. After working for a while, he rekindled the fire.
I don't know if it was his psychology or the fire. The sounds in the swamp gradually became less and less, and the rustling sounds that were getting louder gradually became smaller and farther away. He relaxed at this moment.
