Pushing aside the pile of dead leaves covering it, Gordon picked up a handful of blackened ashes from the ground and rubbed it with his hands.
This was firewood and ashes, which should have been left by the Blood Hell Society. They also piled leaves on them to hide their whereabouts. Under a bush, Gordon found a pile of leftover beast bones and dry human feces.
, it is estimated that the other party left about a week ago.
In this area, lighting a fire is a must. Gordon didn't understand it at first, so he drank from the river as usual. After three hours of vomiting and diarrhea, and developing a low fever, he realized that there were countless parasites hidden in the river that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Be sure to boil the water before drinking it.
The beasts here also have a lot of foreign matter in their bodies because they drink river water all year round, and they also need to be cooked and eaten.
This undoubtedly greatly increases the danger. The fire is like a bright target, attracting not only ferocious beasts, but also covetousness from peers.
Gordon picked up some dry branches, piled them on the ashes, and used a few pieces of sandstone to build a stove. He also planned to light a fire here to eat. The people of the Blood Hell Society obviously carefully selected the location for the fire. The terrain here is low and surrounded by shrubs.
It was lush and green, with a dense canopy of trees above, blocking most of the firelight.
Gordon first used a dagger to scrape out a lot of debris on the bush, then found a piece of dry wood, dug a hole in it, and piled sawdust around it. Then he put a sharpened stick into the hole and rubbed it quickly.
Start drilling wood to make fire.
After a while, green smoke curled up, and the sawdust was first ignited, and a weak flame jumped out, and then the dead branches burned, and the fire swayed with the smoke. Gordon took out a large turtle shell that he had hunted, filled it with river water, and placed it on the stove.
Add the remaining turtle meat.
Then he jumped onto the tree crown, set up his crossbow, and cautiously looked around.
No matter eating, sleeping or walking, he could never truly be at peace. His whole body was like a taut string, always alert.
If things go on like this, this string stretched to the limit will eventually break, but Gordon regards this as a kind of practice.
"Gordon...Gordon..." He vaguely heard someone calling his name. It was the sound made by the hook monster deep in the jungle.
The hook monster is a gray tin-level monster with an ugly appearance. Its mouth is like a curved beak, long and sharp, and its voice is surprisingly friendly. It is born with the ability to sense the names of other civilized races. Once the person is called by name
If you open your mouth to respond, no matter how far away you are, you will be chased endlessly by the Gouyin Monster. On the contrary, if you ignore it, even if you are face to face, the Gouyin Monster will be blind and turn a blind eye to its prey.
Not long after, the water boiled, and the turtle broth was milky white in color and fragrant. Gordon immediately jumped down, put out the fire, and swallowed as quickly as possible.
In order to reduce the risk, he would only light a fire to eat again after two days. He usually ate wild fruits and green pupae from the trees to satisfy his hunger. The green pupae were as big as a finger, thick and juicy. Although they tasted fishy and bitter and were difficult to swallow, the green pupae were delicious.
There are no parasites on the body, and the nutritious meat and water are enough to sustain the body's needs.
After burying the embers, Gordon headed deeper into the jungle. After a week of rest, his wounds had scabbed over and he was slowly recovering. Cicada could only stop the bleeding, and recovery from the injury still relied on his own physical strength.
Along the way, he discovered clues left by members of the Blood Hell Society several times, and he was often in danger and had no chance to breathe. An ancient tree with eye marks suddenly split open in the middle of the tree, trying to swallow him whole; Six
A group of black lead-level sand wolves surrounded him and pursued him; a gray tin-level iron-clawed eagle was always hovering over him, lingering, looking for opportunities to pounce on food...
Whenever he was in danger, Gordon would always escape first and never fight no matter how weak his opponent was. Then he sneaked back secretly, observed for a long time, and suddenly launched a sneak attack. The ancient tree was struck by the eye pattern in the center of the trunk, causing it to crack and collapse;
The six sand wolves were killed one by one; finally, he lured the iron-clawed eagle to fly close and shot an arrow through the eagle's throat.
A month later, when Gordon was scooping water by the river, a few wisps of smoke suddenly appeared from the trees opposite.
He immediately went around and, using the cover of vegetation, tiptoed close to the direction of the fireworks. In order not to leave any trace, Gordon simply took off his boots and walked barefoot.
About three hundred meters away, Gordon stopped and leaned down. Through the gap between the branches and leaves, he saw a man wearing a cloak and a hood, sitting with his back to him. Opposite this man, a bonfire was burning.
, there was a cowhide water bag beside the fire, and a bloody lynx lay beside it, with its skin stripped off and its internal organs empty.
Gordon set up the crossbow at an extremely slow speed and slowly cocked it. The place was close to the river, and the sound of rushing water drowned out the slight sound of winding.
Adjusting the angle of the crossbow, he aimed it at the back of the opponent's head and put his finger on the trigger.
Just as he was about to launch, Gao Deng suddenly felt something was wrong. The man never moved from beginning to end, as if he was deep in thought.
How could a veteran of the Blood Hell Society be in a daze when he was in a dangerous situation? He should eat as quickly as possible!
Gao Deng suddenly shuddered and released the trigger, not daring to act rashly. He first looked around to determine the retreat route, then remained motionless and quietly observed the opponent.
Half an hour passed, and the fire gradually became fainter and was about to burn out. The man still did not move, the cloak on his body did not move at all, and it seemed that even his breathing had stopped.
After a while, a figure suddenly jumped out of the bushes next to the fire. He had a tall body, a face covered with scars, and dark green fists in his hands.
"Come out, there are no fools out there who would fall for this trick now? What a waste of time!" The scarred man raised his head and yelled. Another figure jumped down from the tall branches, with a thin body, cold eyes, and a dagger in both hands.
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These two people were actually Gordon's old acquaintances. They almost had a conflict with Gordon at the money exchange shop.
"It's better to be careful." The thin man glanced around, added some dry branches to the fire, and grabbed the cloak on the side. Under the cloak, there was a wooden man carved from a tree stump.
Gordon suddenly realized that the two men were worried that lighting a fire would attract powerful enemies, so they lurked secretly and used wooden bodies and lynx corpses to attract each other's attention. If it was a ferocious beast, it would go towards the lynx. If it was a robbery,
If you are walking together, you will definitely hit the wooden person by mistake, causing the two people to attack from a flank.
The big man with the scar face grabbed the lynx and put it on the fire to grill, while paying attention to his surroundings. The thin man stood half a meter away from him, also looking around. The two people's perspectives formed a circle, complementing each other's line of sight.
outside the corner.
This is the full perspective of the assassin's blockade. Relying on the cooperation of each other, no slightest movement around them will be missed.
Gordon remained motionless until the lynx was roasted to a golden brown and dripping with fat, and the meat was fragrant. Then he put the trigger on the trigger again and slowly aimed the crossbow at the scarred man's neck.
The thin man was obviously more alert than his companions, or more nervous. The corners of his eyes were twitching, and the dagger kept flying in his palm, as if he was ready to stab at any time. Compared with him, the scarred man was the best target.
"You can't even get alcohol in this damn place. Damn it, I'll go back after one more month." The scarred man licked his lips, tore off a lynx thigh, and opened his mouth to gnaw on it.
Gordon calmly pulled the trigger.
White light shot out, piercing the scar-faced man's throat and nailing him to the tree trunk behind him. At the same time, Gordon threw away his crossbow and rolled to the side.
"Bang!" A dagger flew out from the hand of the thin man, hitting Gordon where he was just now, and the splash of gravel splashed on his face.