That night, the gunsmith and John chose to rest in the cave.

After eating and drinking, John recovered his physical strength, but his mental fatigue was probably incurable. If there were people in the world who even had one eye open when they were sleeping, John had undoubtedly joined the team.

The gunsmith did not propose to take turns to watch. He knew that the cannibal natives would not search at night because they did half the effort and had high risks. Hunters would not make such a choice unless they had to.

Darkness is the dividing line between civilization and primitiveness. People in modern society may be able to hide themselves in the darkness with advanced equipment while sneaking quietly in the darkness. However, the only way for the cannibal savages to march at night is torches. In nature, any prey with brains will be scared away by the light and heat of that thing, not to mention John, who has become a frightened bird.

More than half of the rainforest animals are foraging at night, but humans cannot do this. During the long evolution process, humans have not been given the ability to move at night, which is why our biological clocks are born to adapt to daytime life. In this specific wilderness environment, species' innate abilities are more reliable than any complex tool.

This was the second night the gunsmith spent in the rainforest, and he still didn't sleep well.

The gunsmith originally had to consider how to walk through the jungle alone and return to the civilized world outside. Now, there is an explorer who is not equipped and exhausted by himself. What is the situation of the mysterious metal spire that he dug out before? He is also a blind man looking at the skylight, not clear. There are also a group of trees deep in the rain forest with deep roots and strong soldiers and brave cannibal indigenous people who may give themselves a raid in the dark at any time.

If you are in such a situation, you may only be able to make things worse if you encounter such development as the Iron-Due Warrior.

Of course, I'm just talking about my idea and I don't plan to really write this way.

The gunsmith was not sleeping well, and he dreamed again, it was still the same as when he was a child. It was also a night, a cold snowstorm night, in a room, in front of the fireplace, he wrapped a blanket, waiting for his grandfather to return. Little Charles caught a cold that day, so he didn't go out hunting with his grandfather.

At first, he was full of hope, hoping that his grandfather's harvest today would allow him to drink hot broth, but the sun was gradually covered by dark clouds, the sky became hazy, and a blizzard had already arrived at some point. From noon to night, expectation turned into worry, but fortunately it did not turn into despair, because grandfather still came back. When Lao Luo opened the door, a strong wind rushed into the house. The old man used his tall body to block the wind and snow behind him and hit the door again.

The flashing fire in the fireplace stabilized again, and a large piece of bound beast meat was thrown on the ground. Old Roll obviously encountered difficult prey, and the bad weather prevented him from bringing back most of the spoils. That day, the old man lost not only the corpses of most of the beasts, but also his right eye. When he returned home, the blood flowing out of his eyes had already frozen into ice...

"Hey, Charles, wake up, Charles!" John called the Gunsmith's name.

The inferior sleep brought immediate headaches, and he replied in a daze: "What's the matter?"

John basically didn't fall asleep much, but he seemed quite energetic: "I heard a sound outside, maybe the cannibals are chasing him."

When you hear the three words cannibals, the gunsmith is also energetic. People like this are scared to refresh themselves, and they are scared to lose their souls. Frightened may cause a heart attack.

"I'll go out and take a look." After the gunsmith said, a carp thrust up, and got up and walked away quickly. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he looked around slightly, but he saw no abnormality. He grabbed a few stones and threw them out in a fan shape in three or four different directions. A serene sound soon sounded in the woods.

He turned to John and said, "It's not like human movements, it may be just animals. What did you hear just now?"

John replied, "I'm not sure, oh, by the way, it came from the tree. Could it be that these savages sent people to climb on the tree to investigate?"

The gunsmith moved his sight and threw a few stones. This time he flew towards the high place. The flying stone did not react except for a few birds.

"It may be just a monkey, or they were alerted when I first threw stones, and they had already escaped." The gunsmith said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We should hurry as soon as possible. Moving forward is the best way to get rid of the pursuit."

John naturally agreed with this suggestion.

The two left the cave and judged the direction according to the direction of the sun. The night before, they had reached an agreement and continued to walk west because John's expedition was initially explored from west to east, of course, their compass was not broken at that time.

There was a gunsmith in front of them, and the difficulty of their shuttle between the forest was reduced sharply. John was a professional explorer. His physical fitness and survival skills were naturally stronger than ordinary people. He was not injured or infected with diseases. After a night of rest and breathing, his physical strength had recovered by 70% to 80%. Following the gunsmith, he became very labor-saving.

Even in this strange environment, their actions will never be slower than those of the cannibal natives. According to John's experience, as long as you walk like this for about three days, even if you haven't walked out of the rainforest, the pursuit of the cannibals must have stopped. The primitive tribes generally will not exceed their territory. The traffic of these savages who basically rely on traveling will definitely not go to places that are too far away. For them, walking out of the territory is as courage as Columbus sailed to the "end of the world" back then.

After half a day of travel, no signs of anyone following them along the way. It seems that John was indeed too suspicious in the morning, and all the plants and trees were in trouble.

The further away from the village of that tribe, the more secure the two of them are, because from the perspective of survival, they don’t have much to worry about.

By noon, the two of them did not stop making a fire. In order to prevent the reserved meat from deteriorating in a hot flash environment, they had been roasted until 70% cooked last night, so they could also make it easier to travel today. So they just took a short rest and ate a few bites of the unpleasant bat jerky, and then continued on the road.

These bats are really unlucky. They originally lived in the cave with a lower terrain and did not bother anyone, but they met a gunsmith. He threw things as a perfect example. No matter how birds in the sky or fish in the river were discovered, they could not escape the clutches of the devil.

In the afternoon, the two of them were basically relieved. They rushed for most of the day, crossed the swamp, waded in the river, and slashed the thorns, and almost stopped. At this time, the speed slowed down.

At a moment without warning, the gunsmith suddenly caught something in the corner of her eyes when she turned back unconsciously and wanted to talk to John.

His expression couldn't help but change. He knew that the scene he saw was definitely not an illusion, so at this moment, he only felt creepy, because the black shadow that flashed just now was obviously not an animal in the jungle, but an individual.

"John, there is a black shadow following us." The gunsmith said directly.

John's face turned pale in an instant, and he immediately turned around and looked around with caution: "Where? Is it a cannibal?"

The gunsmith said, "No...that...how do you describe it..." He organized the language a little bit: "I said it was a 'black' shadow, not because I didn't see it clearly. In fact, I saw it very clearly, but 'it' was black... just following not far behind, on a tree... I suspect that the sound you heard in the morning was what it made."

"What does it mean? Is it a cannibal? What is black?" John's panic was written all on his face.

The gunsmith had already taken out the bone gun and told him intuition that the things in front of him might be more dangerous than the cannibals: "Height is like a ten-year-old child, but he is undoubtedly an adult in terms of body shape, but he is not a dwarf. It's very strange... He is like a small trumpet, and his whole body is black from head to toe, not the skin color that black people can have, but the kind of pitch-black that can only be sprayed with paint. Seventy percent may be that every inch of his body is covered with black dye, 20 percent is wearing a special clothing, and 10 percent may be... He is born like this."

While explaining to John what he saw, the gunsmith was also analyzing what that thing was.

John replied nervously: "What are you going to do... If it is not directly dangerous, I think we should not take the initiative to mess with unknown creatures, just run away quickly."

The gunsmith said, "No danger? Then did it follow along the way and want to propose to you?"

John gradually retreated behind the gunsmith and lowered his body, as if there would be poisonous darts shooting at him at any time: "Charles, now is not a good time to joke and harm others."

The gunsmith couldn't help but laugh: "I will introduce you to you another day, so you can understand what harms people..."

Without saying the last word, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the bone gun shocked a large number of birds and beasts in the rain forest. The next second, a black shadow fell from the dense tree branches and fell to the ground.

John looked up and said, "How did you hit it? I saw nothing."

The gunsmith did not answer the question, but waved John to follow. He approached the unknown creature and said, "I hit the leg, which can make it survive but cannot escape." He smiled, "If it really just wants to propose to you, it can still kneel on one knee and give you a ring."

John curled his lips: "This joke is not so funny the second time."

When they came to the tree, the scene in front of them was indeed not so funny, because the unknown creature was not here.

"It seems that he can escape even if he is shot in the knee, right?" This time it was John's turn to say sarcastic words.

The gunsmith glanced around, and the black creature was nowhere to be found. He squatted down and stared at a small pool of black liquid on the ground. He didn't dare to touch it with his hands, but just came in and smelled it: "Do you think this is its blood?"

John also observed the surrounding environment and replied: "If it was blood, it would drip all the way when it escaped, but you see, there were no footprints, no black blood drops, and there were no traces of climbing up a tree."

The gunsmith continued: "So... it completed the bleeding in a few seconds, and then flew out quietly and escaped more than fifty meters away."

John spread his hands: "There is another explanation. As long as part of it is shot, the whole body will evaporate in an instant, leaving only such a little black water."

The gunsmith stood up and said, "Stop rushing... I hope you are right."
Chapter completed!