A red light is reflected in the distant horizon, the sky is gray and hazy, as if you can already smell a faint smell of fireworks at the tip of your nose, and the scale of the mountain fire seems to be getting bigger and bigger.
If this momentum continues, it seems only a matter of time before it spreads here.
But he was a little confused. There had been no thunder in the past two days, so how could it cause a wildfire?
Could it be due to spontaneous combustion?
It shouldn't be a human factor, right?
He did not dare to think of human factors. When he first came to this world, he was eager to find human civilization.
But now, he is a little afraid of contacting human civilization.
He feels that this is wrong. If a person is alone for a long time, he will easily develop communication disorder, which will be really troublesome. Moreover, since you are lucky enough to be in this world, how can you not go out and take a look at the beauty of this world? Just take a look.
Okay!
What if you accidentally find a beautiful girl? Isn’t it better than hanging out alone in the mountains?
He believed that with his current abilities, he would definitely be able to get along in human society.
I sat blankly on the roof of the small bamboo building, thinking, watching the sun rise slowly, dyeing the eastern sky a layer of red.
Looking to the west, the sky there also looks like the sun is rising.
There were only piles of charcoal left in the bonfire on all sides of the small bamboo house.
There are no more wild animals in the corner of the grass.
Originally, there were many beasts climbing out of the lake last night, but then a smarter one appeared, leading a group of silly beasts and left from the direction of the bamboo forest.
The height of the grassland from the bamboo forest is only two or three meters, and the lowest point is only more than one meter. There is a slope between the bamboo forest and the grove on the back mountain. Those beasts cannot go directly from the grassland to the grove on the back mountain, but they can go from the bamboo forest.
Turn around and keep going.
This morning, there was no more cheerful sound of birds singing.
Occasionally, one or two wild beasts can be heard wailing from the mountains and forests.
Looking back at the grove, I found that the grove did not seem to have been damaged much. It was estimated that not many wild animals passed through this grove yesterday.
He jumped down from the roof of the bamboo building, took some dried meat from the corridor, washed it, then put it in a stone pot to cook, adding some dried mushrooms along the way.
After using the python skin to make two snakeskin bags, he had a place to put the mushrooms he picked after they were dried and dried. And there were not only dried mushrooms, but also dried bitter herbs.
Dried bitter vegetables are used to make broth, which is also one of Yun Buliu's favorite dishes.
After cooking a large pot of mushroom and crocodile soup and enjoying breakfast, Yun Buliu picked up the leather bag with the short spear on his back, took the little fur ball, the little milk tiger, and the little white snake and set off for the orchard.
He planned to check on the monkey to see if it had been carried away by all the beasts.
If the monkeys run away, then he plans to go to the monkey mountain to search to see if there is any monkey wine left. Maybe next year, this fruit forest will belong to him!
Yun Buliu thought happily, not feeling ashamed at all for thinking this way.
The little white snake was wrapped around his neck, its head resting on his broad shoulders.
The little milk tiger no longer had the restlessness of last night, and gathered around his feet, its steps became very brisk, jumping around happily, and barking twice from time to time.
Instead, the little furball jumped onto the tree and looked towards the distant mountains to the west from time to time.
When Yun Buliu used the branches to jump onto the stone beam and came to the edge of the orchard, he saw a group of monkeys squatting on the stone beam with their heads shrunk, looking at the orchard with lingering fears.
The fruit forest was in a mess at this time. It had been ruined to a great extent. There were fallen and broken fruit trees everywhere, as if they had been ravaged by a typhoon.
Even in that fruit forest, you can see many beasts that were trampled to death, including some monkeys.
The golden monkey king was still alive, but when his monkey eyes looked at Yun Buliu, they couldn't help but look a little sad, and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
Seeing this, Yun Buliu couldn't help but be stunned, then reached out and patted it on the shoulder.
"Brother Monkey, please have your condolences! This is a natural disaster that no one wants to happen. The most important thing now is that the wildfire is likely to burn here. You have two choices. One is to take your tribe and leave here.
, the other is to come to that lake to find me when the wildfire comes."
It didn't matter whether the monkey could understand it or not, there was nothing he could do if he couldn't understand it. Anyway, after saying these words, he felt that he was worthy of it.
As for the idea of going to Houer Mountain to find monkey wine, he gave up after seeing the monkeys.
Although I don’t know why the monkey didn’t leave with the herd, but since it didn’t leave, you can’t go looking for things in its territory in front of it. That would be too disrespectful.
Although his current clothing and stubble look made him look like a savage, he felt that he was actually a decent person, at least compared to these monkeys.
After saying hello to the monkey, he jumped off the stone beam and prepared to return to the grove from the right side of the orchard and take a look at the trap he dug on the edge of the grove.
He felt that in the situation last night, prey might really fall in.
The bushes between the orchards and the wilderness where the salt mine is located have disappeared without a trace under the trampling of the hooves of the beast army.
He could even see some beasts lying on the ground along the way, being trampled into a pool of blood and mud. The death was so tragic that he couldn't help but frown.
At some point, the little furball had jumped on his head, and his shoulders were occupied by the little white snake, and the little furball had to lie down on his messy instant noodle hairstyle.
I saw it spread out with its limbs, just on his head.
Although this little guy's behavior was really rude, he still couldn't bear to throw it away. He could feel that its body was trembling.
He was worried that if he accidentally stimulated this timid guy at this time, it would shoot him like a conditioned reflex.
Although he often asked it to give him a shot, it was obvious that at this time, he did not want to be electrocuted to the ground by it.
All the way to the edge of the grove, he couldn't pick up any intact beasts. Most of them were trampled into a pool of blood and mud, without any value for enjoyment.
It wasn't until he was at the edge of the woods that he heard a wolf howling.
As soon as the little fur ball heard this cry, he stood up from his head and pulled his hair with his claws, which was a bit painful and made him show his teeth involuntarily.
The little milk tiger, on the other hand, shook its body in a fierce manner, stretched its neck in the direction of the woods, and started to scream. The fierce roar of the milk tiger immediately stopped the sound.
Yun Buliu reached out and patted the little milk tiger on the head and walked into the woods. Not long after, he saw several big guys in the traps on the edge of the woods.