Chapter 1505 Surrounded

Foraging is the most basic behavioral instinct of all things in the world.

The law of the jungle is the most natural law of survival in this world.

All living creatures, including small monsters, have the right to forage and hunt.

But at the same time, as the hunted, we also have the right to hunt each other.

The so-called hunter and the hunted are just the difference between active and passive. As for the identity and position, they can be switched at will.

He kicked the remains of the little monster that was cut in half, and stared at the black-red blood that was constantly being swallowed by the soil. He thought that it was the hunter one moment, but in the blink of an eye it became the hunted, and The body was found on the spot, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Stepping past the corpse, he glanced towards the depths of the deep and dense forest and said calmly: "How far is it estimated to be?"

On the side, a man with long hair and a Chinese character face who was carrying a somewhat deflated backpack pondered for a few seconds and said, "It's less than two hundred meters."

"Very good." I nodded and said with a smile, "If you work harder, we'll be there soon."

"Yes!" Behind the man with long hair and a Chinese character, a slightly handsome man responded. At the same time, he formed a seal with his hands and cast magic. Four demonized bat puppets more than half a meter long shook their wings. Running in four directions, Lingling flew out.

In front of a tree less than two meters away from him, a tall, thin old man with white hair and beard rested on it. Every few minutes, he would pull out the plug of the water bag held in his right hand and take a sip. A dark red liquid, this liquid has an intoxicating aroma. With just a little smell, you can be sure that it is the aroma of fine wine.

With a soft sound of "bo", the old man removed the wine bag from his mouth. Before swallowing the mellow wine in his mouth, he filled the wine bag with a cork. This was like a drug addict inhaling powdered medicine, sipping the wine in small sips. After swallowing, a drop of crimson wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, escaped from his chin, and fell onto the shabby robe that was covered with patches.

This robe has been worn for an unknown number of years. It is covered with patches. The oil stains on the cuffs have long been integrated with the cuffs. It is impossible to wash them off.

It was such a robe, but the old man was never willing to throw it away. No matter how many times it was mended, no matter how many places it was damaged, no matter how many times it was mended, he kept wearing it.

Perhaps in his opinion, this robe is already like the skin of his body, and he will never change it unless the day of his death comes.

"Old man" I had nothing to do, so I stood next to him, took the wine bag from his hand, took a sip, and handed it back. Then I looked him up and down and asked tentatively: "When will you change your clothes?" Come on, it’s all broken down like this.”

Well, when he was passing through the bushes just now, the sleeve of his robe was torn open by a sharp branch, which was more than three inches long.

"No change, no change." Taylor waved his hand with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the damaged sleeves.

"Don't you want to make up for it again?"

At this point, I paused and continued: "If you continue to sew like this, it won't take long before the main body of this robe will be completely patched."

"No change, no change." Taylor shook his head, took a sip of wine, and another drop of crimson wine dripped onto his chest.

"If this robe is not passed down from family to family, no one will wear it. Even if it is passed down from family to family, no one will wear it." I refused to give up and continued to persuade: "How about you choose something decent and pass it to me. I won't wear this robe anyway."

"Bastard" Taylor said leisurely: "Even if you want to wear it, I won't let you wear it. This robe will be buried with me in the future."

I was really helpless: "Do you have to be so persistent?"

Tyler ignored me and continued to drink.

I was speechless by the old man's attitude. After holding it in for a long time, I finally said three words: "Stubborn old man!"

However, Mr. Taylor's behavior also aroused my curiosity. What is this robe and why it is so valued by him? He even cleans it himself and never relies on his hands.

"Xiao Yi" Yang Ji's voice sounded behind him.

I turned my head, looked at him who was slightly panting, and asked, "Is something going on?"

Yang Jiu nodded: "Twelve meters ahead, there is a monster covered in scales, which is almost the same as the one you hacked to death before."

"Yeah" I nodded: "Is there anything else?"

"Fifteen meters to the left, there are two monitor lizards eating the body of the little monster."

"Haha" I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard this. We have gone deep into the dense forest, and we can still encounter things related to little monsters. These monsters with weak combat power are really everywhere.

"Any more?" I asked again.

"No more." Yang Guo took a sip of water and said calmly.

I waved my hand and said softly: "Let's go."

At the same time, he pulled out the Odachi and began to release his killing intent.

The road after that was no longer as dangerous as yesterday. No other gryphons appeared. Even the little monsters that suddenly jumped out to assassinate us became rare. Instead, there were giant wolves, monitor lizards, and one type covered in scales that looked like a wild boar. There are more monsters.

However, these cannot stop us from moving forward.

Finally, before dusk the next day, we arrived at the perimeter of the octagon.

I did not rush forward to explore, but announced that I would set up camp on the spot, raise the fire, and prepare dinner.

After dinner, I started to arrange the order of the vigil. Yang Guo was the first four hours, then Godot, and finally me.

Lying in the tent, I began to imagine what I might encounter tomorrow.

In such a dense forest, an octagonal clearing suddenly appeared. Who would believe that there was nothing strange about it?

Especially this dense forest has not been developed yet.

The strangeness in this is even more elusive.

If this matter were placed on the Blue Planet, it might be included in the world's unsolved mysteries series and merged into the category of crop circles.

"If it is really the work of aliens, what are you going to do?" Odachi's voice interrupted my endless fantasy.

"Then it depends on whether the aliens are friendly," I said. "If it's not good for me, I'll kill them without even thinking about it!"

"You are really direct." Odachi laughed and said, "Although it is rude, I like it."

Odachi and I chatted all the time, and before we knew it, we fell asleep.

"Xiaoyi, wake up!" Yang Jiu's anxious voice reached my ears and woke me up.

I sat up in a daze, feeling that my heart was beating twice as fast as usual. I took several deep breaths and finally calmed down. I glared at him: "What's the matter, are you so flustered?"

Yang Jiu said with a sad face: "Xiao Yi, we are surrounded."

Surrounded?

I was confused when I heard this: "What are you surrounded by?"

Seeing that Yang Guo looked bad, he knew that no matter how much he asked, he wouldn't be able to find out anything specific, so he took the knife and walked out of the tent quickly.

The sky is still dark, and the sultry wind passes through the gaps between the branches and leaves, teasing my face.

In this dense forest night as black as ink, countless sparks were densely lit, like stars in the night sky, but they shone with a greedy and fierce light.