After talking, Wang Chengzhu asked the three of them to lead the way, preparing to visit the opponent's small group camping site.
The little warrior followed Wang Chengzhu with a knife in his hand and walked in the forest.
Although there was no road, from time to time he saw several trees with their bark peeled off, and triangular incisions made in the yellow and white bast. Based on the direction of the three Mongolian men leading the way, Wang Chengzhu guessed that these were local road signs.
Concentrate on calling the retinal projection, move your hands around in mid-air, find the satellite infrared snapshot in the window, quickly locate the area you are in, and confirm that there are indeed traces of human body temperature four to five hundred meters away in the direction of travel.
Ten minutes later, a group of five people came to a leeward underground nest. It looked like a half-cave dwelling and half-pit dug under the earth cliff based on a rat hole or a rabbit hole. There was a man with gray hair in the hole.
The skinny old man was leaning against the wall of the pit, looking helpless.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old man made a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Sanzi, have you harvested anything?"
The man in the felt hat heard the question, stepped into the den, supported the old man, and coughed lightly: "Fifth uncle, I didn't get anything, but two guests came, come and take a look."
"Well." When the old man heard that there were guests, he straightened up and said hello: "We welcome guests from afar. Please don't be offended by the simplicity of this place."
Wang Chengzhu saw it clearly. The old man changed his previous attitude of dying at any time. When he heard that there were guests, he sat up in shock as if he was dying of illness. He couldn't help but murmur that this old man was so proud.