Adventure Code

Chapter 419 Herd of Beasts (1)

The little yellow hair probably knew that his rating was useless, so he broke the pot and smashed it. Seeing Fu Xueli muttering and scolding us for being slow, he was furious and said loudly: "I admit that I am slow, but Suo Suo and Lao Xu are slow. Is it? It’s not up to them to carry loads and keep vigil on the road? Do you have a conscience? I think you and your partner are the ones who are holding you back. Teacher Ma!"

Fu Xueli's nose was crooked in anger, and just about to open her mouth, the little yellow hair continued to spray her: "Why don't you look down on the three of us? As the saying goes, a good horse is equipped with a good saddle, and how to allocate manpower is all assigned by the professional leaders above. Yes, we were assigned to this team, which means that you can only mess with us tenth-level ones, what are you talking about?"

Beautiful spray!

Fatty Hao rubbed his nose, frowned and said, "Hey, you yellow-haired boy, who is calling you fat? Shirley and I are plump, you are as thin as a bamboo pole, and I haven't seen how fast you walk !"

Several people were coming and going, and they were about to quarrel. Mrs. Ma stopped the three of them. She glanced at me and said, "It's hard for us to say what's going on with you now." , in the wilderness, and there is no relevant equipment, everything can only be studied after returning home, before that, I think... your work will stop for the next two days."

What does stop mean?
The old lady Ma glanced at Machete, the two of them obviously had a tacit understanding, Machete then said to me: "Take off all the weapons on your body, you don't need to watch the night for these two days, just stay in the camp." Signaled to the little yellow hair: "Look at him, pay attention to his movements, if there is anything wrong with him, stop him first."

Co-author Is this doubting my self-control and judgment?

I was quite depressed and disarmed my weapon, which was a little unacceptable. After all, doing our job now means that we are destined to be in danger all the time, and weapons are life-saving talismans, just like underwear. Can not leave the body.

No, to be exact, you don't need to wear underwear, but you can't live without weapons!

I wanted to fight for it, but when I thought about the fact that I almost attacked the scimitar just now, I was scared, so I had to unload the equipment in a single game, leaving only some auxiliary things in the quick draw.

"Face left, face right, you two take turns guarding." Scimitar rearranged the shift, and we went back to our tents to rest.

The bonfire outside the tent was burning brightly. The female ghost before seemed to be my illusion.

Amba looked at me sympathetically, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.This kind of attitude is the most maddening, you either don't show it, or you don't say it, isn't this hesitant to speak, isn't it a deliberate curiosity?

I said angrily: "Speak directly, don't make such a mess."

Anba said: "I heard that the men in the village who were entangled by the swamp beauty before were so crazy. They would see many scenes that others could not see, and they would attack people around them everywhere. In the end, I could only be locked up by my family, and I died not long after. I said brother... You have to hold on, I know you are not ordinary people, and there will be a way, hold on and go back to BJ to see the situation. "

He was already depressed enough, but after hearing Anba's words, he became even more depressed.

If such a situation really happens again and again, even if my mind is clear, I'm afraid it will be easy to be regarded as a lunatic by the people around me.

Or, next time I see the swamp beauty, I won't resist?I pretend not to see?

Damn, how is this possible? Wait for it to strangle me?
With a depressed mood, I got into the tent to rest. I didn't have any nightmares that night, and I slept until the next day.

All day long, we have tried to protect our surroundings as much as possible against the danger that may come tomorrow.On the cold grassland, except for the disturbed mosquitoes, there is no living thing at all. There are no birds in the north in winter, and they all fly south for the winter. The animals on the ground seem to disappear with the birds.

The only thing that can be seen is the fish. The fish in Luoyue Lake is relatively rich. Put the hook on the fishing line, dig some earthworms out, and you can catch a big fat fish in no time.

We ate grilled fish all day, and stewed a pot of fish soup at night. The whole body of the person who drank it was very delicious.

On the third day, the atmosphere in the team became unprecedentedly tense.

We basically didn't sleep that night. In the second half of the night, there were rustling sounds in the meadow from time to time, as if some animals were hiding in it.

We had to ignite the surrounding fire pits in advance, and with the rising flames, many animals that couldn't see clearly hid quickly.

But this is not a long-term solution, because we have collected enough hay, so we have no shortage of fuel, but it is very tiring to keep walking to add fire and keep the fire in the fire pit for a long time.

This was done by Anba, Panzuo, Fu Xueli, and Fatty Hao, and the rest put up their weapons and formed a circle to protect the Bone Grass.

Mrs. Ma is in the middle, staring at the bone grass without blinking. Beside her, there is a camera with the time set, which will record the whole process of regeneration, collection and preservation of the bone grass.

On the right side of Mrs. Ma, there is a piece of cloth, and on the cloth is a strange-looking glass bottle. The top of the glass bottle can be unscrewed, and there is a tubular device at the top. What are you doing here.

If I'm not mistaken, this peculiar bottle should be used to collect and preserve Longusculus.

I also want to take a weapon and join everyone's defense camp, but the damn thing is, everyone has doubts about my self-control. In the end, Machete reluctantly agrees to let me carry cold weapons, but guns can't.

Something is better than nothing, I got the weapon, so I went to Mrs. Ma, looked at the bottle, felt curious, and thought: It’s not that Mrs. Ma’s method of preserving Skull Grass is an ancient recipe from ancient books ?Why does this bottle look so technological?It is impossible for ancient people to use such a bottle to preserve Bone Grass.

"Ms. Ma, what is this bottle for?" I pretended to be curious, trying to get some information out.

She glanced at me, smiled without saying a word, and didn't answer me.

The old lady is very vigilant and looks kind, but she doesn't get confused because of it.

Not easy to do.

(End of this chapter)