Where am I?

In the stern mountain wind, Fang was stretched to a rock, her eyes were confused and glancing around.

This is a forest.

In the distance, there are mountains and mountains with staggered heights hidden in the white clouds, and it is difficult to see its edge.

In the Wuwhistle Mountain wind, the green mountains are as undulating as waves, and the sound of "hula la".

Nearby, big trees rose through the sky, with dead trees and bushes of grass and vines below, and there was almost no place to settle down.

Not far away is the gurgling stream, and in the clear water flow, occasionally swimming fish are passing by.

Obviously, this is an undeveloped forest.

But……

How did you come here?

Although Fang Zheng’s hometown is in the mountains, it was developed ten years ago.

This kind of primitive forest is gone now.

In my memory, I received the news of my grandfather's death and was driving on the mountain road back to my hometown.

Then……

Could it be that I had a car accident on the mountain road?

But even so, where is this place?

There are no such mountains and forests near my hometown that can’t be seen at a glance!

"Qu...gua..."

The leaves of the forest not far away suddenly swayed, and several birds that looked like crows screamed and flew up with their wings.

Fang Zheng tightened his body, and before he could think too much, his right hand was already firmly holding the weapon he carried with him.

It was a wooden stick with a sharp stone tied in front of it. The dark red blood stained on the sharp stone was its record.

In the past two days, Fang Zheng relied on it to get here.

Unlike tourist attractions, this kind of primitive forest contains too many dangers that can be fatal.

"Soul..."

Animals with horns on their heads jumped and leaped through their sight and disappeared into the dense forest.

It's a mountain deer.

Fang Zheng's expression relaxed and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment, because of the tense and relaxation of the body, the scorching pain came from the body.

In the past two days, he has crossed mountains and ridges, and has been surrounded by thorns.

At this time, his clothes were already torn, hanging one by one on his body, and the red marks inside were even more conspicuous.

When I relaxed, the wound was blown by the cold wind, and the fire-like pain and the heart-wrenching cold all surged, making the taste unspeakable sourness.

"hiss……"

He took a deep breath from his mouth, Fang Zheng calmed down before getting up and coming to the stream not far away.

The clear stream water is like a mirror, allowing him to clearly see his current image.

The messy hair, the dirt on the face, and the once bright eyes, were now deeply tired and sleepy.

I am afraid that beggars will dislike the torn clothes on their bodies.

The shoes have long been lost, and now they can only wrap some fallen leaves with rattans, and soft floss is replaced, making it extremely inconvenient to walk.

Hunger, panic, and pain are the main themes of the past two days. If this continues, Fang Zheng doesn't know how long he can last.

Once upon a time, when he was watching "Robinson Crusoe", he even envied the protagonist's experience in the book.

When he really encountered a situation similar to that in the book, he realized that it was so difficult to survive.

After a while, Fang Zheng bent down, reached out to hold the water and poured his stomach first before rinsing the cheeks.

Having water only means that you won’t die of thirst, but it does not mean that you won’t starve to death.

He doesn't know how to fish.

Moreover, water is also a necessity for beasts in the mountains and forests. If you stay here for a long time, you will definitely encounter danger.

"Why!"

Fang Zheng lowered his head and sighed softly, his voice was hoarse.

Finally, he shook his head, and he stood up with some difficulty, held his "weapon", and walked forward.

No matter how long you can hold on, at least you must not stop when you can hold on.

The scorching sun sets westward and is gradually blocked by the mountains.

The clouds come from nowhere, like a thick curtain, covering the sky and making people feel depressed.

At this time, Fang Zheng also climbed up the low mountain and walked down the mountain with staggering steps.

"Cha...Cha..."

I don’t know what is mixed in the soft fallen leaves, but when I step on them, it makes a strange sound.

He waved the wooden stick and walked forward. From time to time, fallen leaves floated in the darkness with the wind and slapped on his face.

"call……"

At this moment, a dark shadow fell on the face, and the rough and stimulating tears in both eyes became astringent.

Fang Zheng closed his eyes and took down the fallen leaves, and was about to throw them aside, but his hand suddenly stopped.

"This is……"

He turned his head stiffly and turned his eyes to the "fallen leaves" in his hand.

Under the dark halo, the things on the hand are the size of a palm, the dark edges are regular in shape, the surface is full of burrs, and it feels a bit thorny when touched.

This is not a fallen leaf, it is clearly a piece of dark paper that has not been burned!

Don’t worry about the paper, if there is paper, it means there is someone!

And judging from the burning traces on this paper, the burning time will not be too long now.

This discovery made Fang Zheng tremble all over and dance excitedly on the spot.

His hoarse voice was even more desperately yelling towards the front.

"Hello!"

"Is there anyone in front?"

"I'm lost! Has anyone helped me?"

“…”

A crazy venting did not attract others, but instead caused the birds around to leave their nests.

On the distant mountain, there seemed to be a roar of wolves.

Fang Zheng looked back and saw that the darkness began to quietly devour the world. If he didn't hurry up, he was afraid that someone else had already gone down the mountain.

At that moment, I didn't care about my fatigue, and stepped on my legs and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

It was a coincidence that he had just run a few steps when a small path appeared in sight.

Perhaps it was because the sky was getting darker and he was in a trance, and he didn't notice it just now.

Now, there is more and more evidence of people being intoxicated.

Not long after running along the path, a swaying light source even appeared in the distance.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up and he yelled anxiously.

"Friends ahead, wait!"

"Wait a minute!"

He was ecstatic, but he didn't notice that the light source was originally coming here.

The two sides approached each other. After they got closer, Fang Zheng suddenly stopped and his eyes became strange.

"friend."

He looked up and down at the person coming and asked, "Is there a crew here?"

But I saw that the visitor was nearly two shorter than him, wearing a straight collar that was half new and not old, a double-breasted ancient gown, a square scarf on his head, and an old lantern in his hand.

The person in the costume drama walked out of the TV screen.

"Create?"

The visitor was confused and seemed to have not understood. Then he grinned and said, "Young Master guessed that he had recognized the wrong person. It was already late at night. Why wouldn't he go back to the house with the villain to rest for a night?"

"Don't worry, my official family is the most kind-hearted. It's okay to stay for one night."

“…”

Fang Zheng opened his mouth wide and was about to say something, but suddenly his body shook and he couldn't help but sneeze.

So cold!

Why does it seem like it has suddenly dropped?

"Young master caught a cold?"

The person who came was concerned, but his voice was smooth and weird. At the same time, he turned the lantern and said slowly: "Well, follow the villain to return home, the official may give the young master clothes to keep the cold."

"Thank you...thank you."
Chapter completed!