As the saying goes, he moved his house once and for three years, but he moved his house three times in two years, but he still felt that he had made money because he lost only some external things, but he earned a life.

In fact, at the beginning, he kept asking himself again: Can he really be alive if he lives like this? He has regretted it thousands of times, why did he do such a thing? Is it a punishment for his own survival, a world that is neither human nor ghost, and the world? But when the days go by, he becomes numb. His spacious apartment and the neon wine street, everything he once had seems to be a different life, and even his name is almost forgotten.

Although he lives in seclusion in the mountains, he occasionally appears in some remote towns. He usually sells collected mountain goods, birds and beasts by the road, and then buys some salt and clothes from the town. If people don’t eat salt for a long time, their feet will become weak. Without clothes to keep the cold, they will not be able to withstand the cold in the forest. Therefore, these two things are the most basic things to live in. In addition, he even cuts his beard by himself. It doesn’t matter whether he looks good or not, it doesn’t affect his vision.

Since he accidentally encountered He Haiqiao in the forest five months ago, he moved again in a panic and threw away many necessary daily necessities. He originally planned to escape further, but as winter was coming, he planned to build a camp first and talk about it after winter. Anyway, sleeping in this season requires a lot of courage and rich experience, otherwise he would have to feed the wolf if he didn't freeze to death.

He found a big tree in the forest, and two adults barely hugged it. Under the roots was a big stone. He thought it was a good place to set up a winter camp, so he spent a day digging an inclined pit at the bottom of the big stone. It turned out that the stone was larger than expected, but the depth and size were similar to what he expected. So after breaking three wooden crowbars, he finally pried out the stone along the inclined pit. In this way, a big dong appeared on the lower part of the big tree.

He leveled the bottom, smoked away the poisonous insects with sulfur, and then laid licorice branches at the bottom, which became a comfortable bed in the jungle, and the vacant part extended to the bottom below the big stone just now. He dug up the ground stove and flue here, and also reserved vents. The structure of this camp is called the Dian Cang, which he learned from a "Old Northeast" of the Forestry Bureau. The Dian Cang is both warm and hidden, and is a good place to hide.

After digging the ground warehouse, he cut down the trunks of moderate thickness and tied them into wooden rafts to serve as the top cover and door of the ground warehouse, and then decorated them for a little. Unless someone brings a hunting dog or is experienced, it will be difficult to find a person underground between the stone and the big tree.

After building a place to settle down, he ventured back to his original residence - he was too panicked when he ran away and did not bring out many necessary things. On the way back to his residence, he set up some traps to defend himself. Secondly, he might have some unexpected gains and also to stockpile some food for winter.

He carefully returned to the original wooden house, took what he needed, and carefully checked the surroundings, but there was no trace of people. It seemed that He Haiqiao might be dead, and maybe even his body had not been found. After thinking about it, he didn't want to move out. Although this wooden house was not as good as the apartment in the city, it was much better than the Di Cang. However, he thought about it again and thought it would be better to be cautious. He endured hunger and cold in the Di Cang, but he was more forceful than waiting to die in the detention center. He knew what he had committed, and he was definitely not running away from the death penalty.

On the way back, several consecutive traps were gone. When he was very disappointed, many small hoof marks appeared around a ponytail condom, and a next to a bullet stick trap was also activated. He carefully observed the hoof marks and thought it was a mountain muntjac, and it was not small. He actually tore off the ponytail condom. Unfortunately, he was hit by the bullet stick again and was broken one leg.

Mountain deer is a keen animal and runs fast. Although he has a musket, it is very expensive and he is reluctant to use it easily. Therefore, if you want to catch mountain deer and other species that run fast, you can only rely on traps. If there were preys that broke free from the trap in the past, he would not want to chase it. It would take too much energy to break a leg, but it would be different, especially when the footprints are still clear, but it would still be fast, otherwise it would be cheaper for the wolf in the mountains.

After crossing two hills, he finally caught up with the mountain deer. He suddenly realized that the three-legged mountain deer ran away from his life and ran slowly, so he used an arc-shaped death stick - a hand-take-out hunting tool made of hard and heavy wood - to aim accurately, and flew out to break the other hind leg of the mountain deer. Although he was still struggling his life, he could no longer run with his body.

He took out his hunting knife and stepped forward to cut the mountain deer's throat, ending its pain, which died with fear.

He cleared the blood of the mountain deer, then digged open its stomach, and buried the other internal organs that were difficult to deal with except for the heart, liver and spleen. Then he cut down the branches and made a drag, and walked for more than ten miles against the wind. This was done to prevent the wild wolf from smelling the bloody smell. Then he sat down and made a fire, roasted the mountain deer's heart, spleen and liver with fire, sprinkled with salt to eat.

Because he chased the mountain muskies, he ran a little further away from the newly built camp ground warehouse. Seeing that it was getting dark, he didn't want to spend the night in the forest with a fresh mountain muskies. So with the strength of just eating, he made a big move and walked to the top of his head. Finally, he saw the big stone next to the ground warehouse... But... what is the orange-red corner exposed behind the big stone?! That is definitely not the color that should appear in the forest! It is a camping tent! He Haixiao is chasing him!!

His first reaction was to escape, but then he thought that he could not escape for a lifetime. Since the revenge of killing his sister was avenged, how could he stop? Since he almost killed him last time, it would be better to do it and kill the root cause!

He made up his mind and put the musket behind his back and pulled out his hunting knife. Sometimes the musket is not more reliable than the knife.

He Haixian was so stupid. There was a camping lamp in the orange tent, reflecting his shadow on the tent. He smiled secretly and sneaked over step by step.

"Let you know, in the forest, I have the final say!" He sneaked to a place five or six steps outside the tent, and his legs were accumulating strength and was about to pounce forward, but suddenly he felt his ankles tighten, and then his body was unbalanced, and a branch bounced up. He was hung up with his feet facing up and head down, and the musket slid off his hand, but he still held the knife tightly.

"This He Haibao has learned to be smart." Although he was hit, he was still awake. He did not shout. Instead, he struggled to pull his ankle with his left hand and use a knife to cut the rope with his other hand. It doesn't seem too high from the ground here. As long as he protects the back of his head, there should be no problem falling at this height.

Although the rope was strong, it was just a rope after all. It was quickly broken by the sharp hunting knife. He fell down from above and fell down. Although he was so confused, he still hurriedly got up from the ground. But when he got up, he felt a pain in his wrist. The hunting knife was kicked away. Then he was punched heavily on his face and knocked him to the ground.

Fortunately, the attacker did not continue to attack, but stopped. He wiped the place where he was hurt, and flew around in a hurry. He actually touched the musket that had just been left behind. He immediately picked up the attacker behind him as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

The moon was bright in the mountains, and Wu Fangge stood with his hands behind his back with a smile.

He also smiled and said, "I mean, how could He Haiqiao become so smart all of a sudden? It turned out to be you." He paused and said, "It's just you, it's useless." He shook the musket in his hand, "I'm a musket, one shot at a large area."

Wu Fangge sneered: "If I were you, I would throw that thing away and follow me obediently. Even if it was the death penalty, I could live well for several months and meet my family. I would be as strong as those who live here are neither human nor ghosts."

He also sneered: "It's better to live than to die. My life is in my own hands. Want to catch me? How many people have you brought?"

Wu Fangge said: "How many people have you used to deal with you? As the saying goes, if you do evil, you will die. If I don't do anything, you will have to die first."

"Then I won't let you die first!" He howled and pulled the trigger.

With a loud "boom", the musket exploded in his hand. His eyes were immediately surrounded by a blood mist. The moon disappeared. After the blood mist, it turned black. His two hands were so painful that he wanted to carry tens of millions of steel pins on his back.

"Ah~~~" He howled, pulling out a deadly stick from behind Hu 1 to kill himself."

He howled for a while, and when the pain was slightly relieved, he pulled out the last death stick, which was his last weapon, and his eyes were still invisible. He had to admit a fact, "He is blind..." But he, who was still fighting, waved his death stick and howled, "Wu Fangge! My mother! You *** conspired to me! You can come here if you have the will!"

"Crash!" A cool liquid poured on his face, with a faint fishy smell, which was a smell that he was not unfamiliar with. At this time, Wu Fangge said again: "I got it from the zoo, I hope it will work."

"The secretion of the wolf! Plus the smell of blood" he was startled, gasped and shouted: "Wu Fangge! What do you want to do!"

Wu Fangge continued to spray the deadly liquid on him, saying, "Only beasts can do what you do to Haizhen. I wanted to fight tooth, but I couldn't do that, so I had to ask beasts to help."

"Bastard! Get out of here!" he roared, waving his death stick hard, but he did so without his vision.

Wu Fangge finally stopped splashing the liquid and said, "Okay, enjoy your last time slowly, I won't be with you." After that, he heard the sound of footsteps leaving.

"You're back! Bastard!" He howled again, and threw the deadly stick with the sound of footsteps, as if he had hit something, but he no longer cared. Water! Water! What he needs most now is water! It needs water to wash away the deadly liquid on his body. There is a stream nearby, but with his current vision, it is impossible to get there. There is a can of stored water in the ground warehouse, water, life-saving water. He groped to find the ground warehouse, but he couldn't tell the direction when he lost his eyesight, so this is not a matter of

It was easy to do. Finally, he touched the big stone, which was even more kinky than touching his relatives. With the big stone as the sign, he easily found the wooden raft door of Di Cang. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a tingling pain on his left wrist, and another rope wrapped around his wrist. He quickly touched it with his right hand. It was found that the rope was metal and had dense sharp teeth on it - this was a rope saw! Wu Fangge calculated that he would come to Di Cang to hide, so he set up a rope saw trap on the door handle!
Chapter completed!