Zhong Sheng was woken up by the cold dew. After waking up, he sneezed three times in a row.

"If you catch a cold, you still have to go inside and sleep!"

People have died in the mud house, and the smell needs to be dispersed, so it is temporarily uninhabitable. It will be fine in a few days.

Washing your face with cold water makes you more energetic.

Zhong Sheng sat in front of the house, looking at the sky hesitantly. Last night, his second uncle did not give him a dream.

No, after the death of the second uncle, he became the King of Ghosts and arranged the marriage of his younger sister through his dream. There is no reason to ignore his nephew.

It is said that the lonely ghosts in the graveyards can come into their dreams to give warnings. There is no reason why Uncle Er, the King of Ghosts, can’t do it.

"Well, it should be that the time has not come yet."

To make a living in the mountains, one cannot survive by just eating game. The main thing is food and vegetables.

Zhong Sheng carried the ancient sword, cut off a branch to make a walking stick, and began to search for it in the thick grass.

I was lucky today. I found a wild millet not far from the mud house, which was enough to eat for half a year.

This field of millet seeds shows signs of being cultivated, and it must have been planted by people who fled into the mountains.

Later, I don’t know what happened, and it fell into disuse.

"Hey, troubled times, terrible troubled times."

Living in the Tang Dynasty, the tail end of the troubled times is still there, and wars are still going on across the borders.

In Zhongnan, if you pick any soft soil anywhere, you can dig out bones.

Now that food is available, meat is next. As a martial arts practitioner, Zhong Sheng has always enjoyed eating meat.

He carries a murderous aura, and the ancient sword he holds is filled with cold light. Wherever he passes, snakes, insects, rats, and ants are unable to avoid him.

Passing by the grass, a hare unexpectedly panicked and hit his ankle to death, his head crushed.

"Blind rabbit, hmm!"

Zhong Sheng picked up the rabbit and found that the rabbit was also one-eyed, and the right eye was blind.

Coincidentally, the wild dog killed yesterday was also one-eyed.

"Meow!"

A ferocious big lynx, also known as lynx, jumped down from the tree trunk and poked Zhong Sheng in the eye with its claws.

This beast moved like lightning, passing by an afterimage, and the strong wind had blown into his eyes.

Big bobcats are carnivores with ferocious temperaments. When they are very hungry, they often come out of the mountains and break into people's houses, dragging away children as young as four or five years old.

He is a ferocious carnivore, no wonder he dared to attack Zhong Sheng who had a sharp knife in hand.

Zhong Meng twisted his waist, exerting force like a spring, and stabbed with the ancient sword, setting off layers of air waves.

The sword is a short weapon, the key point is to stab, stab the vital point, and kill with one blow.

To sum up, the principle of various tricks is to use leverage.

He arrived last, and before the melon seeds of the lynx hit the eyeball, the tip of the sword hit the big lynx on the forehead.

The mystery of the ancient sword's center of gravity is vividly reflected in its operation.

The hand feels as smooth as cutting pork. The tip of the sword cuts open the flesh, pierces the bones, enters the forehead, exits the back door, and skewers the big lynx in mid-air.

"Is it you who likes to pick his eyes?"

Thinking that he had found the truth, Zhong Sheng turned over the body of the big lynx and saw that it also had one eye.

This is weird, is there another eye-picking maniac in the mountains?

At night, Zhong Sheng had something on his mind. The rice dumplings were roasted golden and the rabbit meat was fragrant, but it couldn't arouse any appetite.

"This..."

Zhong Sheng opened his palms and found a dragonfly sticking out of his palms. A closer look revealed that the compound eye on the left was also blind.

Under his feet, there are also frogs, cabbage snakes, tits, etc., all with one eye.

Even insects are not spared?

He blinked subconsciously, but his two eyeballs were still there.

This area is just the tip of the iceberg of Zhongnan Mountain, but the beasts around it all have a common characteristic: at least half of them are blind in a pair of moves.

As big as a brown wild boar, as ferocious as a tiger or leopard, as swift as a fox or rabbit, or as small as a mosquito, there are no exceptions.

In this area, Zhong Sheng is the only person with sound eyes.

"The mummy has been dead for at least two or three years, and both eyes are intact. In other words, the Button-Eye Mania only appeared in the past two or three years."

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously. The Button-Eye Maniac treats all living beings equally and it is impossible to let him alone.

Zhong Sheng’s goal, from surviving in the wilderness, has officially turned into a battle to protect his eyes.

"The question is, what are the characteristics of an eye-picking maniac?"

Based on the characteristics of all the victims, the eyeballs were damaged and there were no scars near the eye sockets, which shows that they were penetrated by a long, slender and sharp object.

The claws are slender and sharp, so it is most likely a cat.

The range of victims is wide, and the murderer must have strength, speed, and skill.

"Human?"

In the end, Zhong Sheng came to the shocking conclusion that only A. erectus was the most suspect.

Is there a living person nearby? Well, it may be a savage. Normal people can't do this.

Zhong Sheng felt chilled when he thought of this. He has not noticed the existence of the second person so far.

Doesn’t it mean that if the other party wants to take action, it will definitely be impossible to prevent it.

"Even if you kill me, I won't be able to have one eye."

Zhong Sheng vowed to protect his face to the death, raised his sword to protect his face, and walked back and forth until he returned to the mud house.

The mountain is the opponent's home court, and he is elusive. Even if he has martial arts skills, it is difficult for him to make a sneak attack.

"From now on, set up a safe zone."

A few days later, the surrounding trees were damaged. They were chopped down one by one, and the trunks were cut open. The logs were used as piles, and the skins were rubbed into ropes to build wooden walls around the mud house.

The wooden wall is divided into two layers, the interlayer is filled with earth, and the top of the wall is inlaid with clam shell fragments, which is an excellent substitute for broken glass.

A winding and twisted trench trap was dug behind the wall, surrounding the mud house with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Outside the wall, large clumps of branches stuck into the ground, forming a large antlers for horses, surrounded by thorns and spikes.

When seeing such a tight defense, mice will take a detour and sparrows will shed tears when seeing it.

"I also studied military science with my second uncle. Setting up camp is a piece of cake."

After the busy work, that night, Zhong Sheng sat by the bonfire, with the high wall and trench behind him, blocking the horses and thorns, and felt extremely safe.

"The safety zone has been established, and then food and clothing will be stored, and the activity area will be reduced."

The weather is getting colder, making it difficult to survive the winter in the mountains. Often after a cold wave, most of the survivors who have taken refuge in the mountains freeze to death.

Zhong Sheng also had to make early preparations, take the risk of finding a few kapok trees nearby, and pluck them to make a winter quilt.

After returning home, I had an unexpected surprise: a stag hung on the thorns surrounded by horses.

The stag's antlers are as lush as tree branches, and they get stuck in branches and thorn bushes. The more they struggle, the harder they can get out.

Zhong Sheng drew his sword and stabbed the deer, causing it to fall to the ground.

Deer blood is a great tonic, sprinkled with salt and steamed, and it tastes like smooth blood pudding, with a fishy, ​​sweet and unique flavor.

However, it was too hot at night and I couldn't fall asleep. I fell asleep late at night and had many strange dreams.

Driving all night, the flagpole was so high that I felt so sad when I woke up that I couldn't go back.

Various meats are smoked and dried, and millet is also harvested and threshed for easy storage.

For storage, he dug a cellar behind his house to store grain and dried meat. The cellar entrance was covered with wooden boards and held down by big rocks.

The floral cotton becomes fluffy like clouds after being dried in the sun, and is sewn into the quilt interlayer, creating a winter quilt.

Don’t worry about drinking water. There is a mountain spring next to the mud house. It is running water that comes from the mountain and often brings out small fish swimming with the current.
Chapter completed!