Live Wild Eater

Chapter 173 Lonely Forerunner

The size of this swamp exceeded Rhode's expectations. He had walked for another 10 minutes and still hadn't gone out. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and he glanced at his soaked trousers, and said, "It's another difficult day. I thought I could just walk for a few hours and I was thinking too much. The only thing I worry about now is how I will rest at night. There are wetlands everywhere, and no one is dry. It is very difficult."

Rhodes was walking, and the water friends gave him advice:

"How do you rest? Take out your sleeping bag and lay down on the bed!"

"Hahaha, nothing wrong."

"Or sleep on a tree, isn't that also possible? Do you have to sleep on the ground? I often sleep on the floor."

"If you want, you can also make a big wooden barrel, spread it directly on the wet ground, and then take out a sleeping bag and spread it on it. Isn't that all right?"

Except for the last one, he directly chose to ignore it, but the sky is indeed getting later and later, the trees here are also tall and mighty, and the swamp is getting dark faster.

I knew I had prepared hay outside, but unfortunately there was none, so now there is no fire to burn. I cut out a piece of crocodile meat and put it in my mouth. After chewing for a while, I ate another piece raw. With a smiling face, he is not very tired after walking for a few hours. With his physique, it is also trivial to walk for a few more hours.

Suddenly, he saw a river in front of him. The river seemed to be a line separating the two sides of the forest. He didn't think much about it and just went straight down. It's a big river. I don't know if black swans and various animals are playing below at the moment. I really want to go down and have a look.

But because of the time, I still didn't go. I went all the way, my pants were soaked and didn't dry, and I didn't plan to stay and wait for them to dry before leaving. If so, why don't I wait until dark?Besides, the wet trousers didn't bother him much.

In the distance, there was a crocodile lying quietly on the bank, motionless as if it was dead, but Rhodes felt that it was just pretending to be asleep. Once prey approached, it would definitely launch a stormy attack, and walked over. The crocodile didn't catch up either.

Fortunately, it did not catch up, otherwise, this would be another one-sided massacre.

In the afternoon, the sun couldn't be seen, and the sky turned dark all of a sudden.

The night came quickly, and he chose a drier place to rest. There were more mosquitoes, which was a bit annoying. He then smeared fat oil on his face and hands, sat on his sleeping bag and began to eat raw crocodile meat.

"The energy of crocodile meat is amazing. I have no choice but to eat it to survive." After taking a bite, he said, "How would it feel if I used crocodile meat to stew?"

Looking at the hazy night sky, he imagined what the taste would be like. After eating the crocodile meat, he suddenly felt that he was lonely again. He was so lonely and unbearable. He just smiled when the water friends asked him to sing. Speaking, along the way, he has seen too much and understood too much. He almost died a few times. The soul of the previous desert trip has emerged. If there is no system rescue, he may have completely turned into a pile of bones!
Of course, he himself is not superstitious, but at that moment he could feel that he was indeed not breathing, and he could see himself lying on the desert with his eyes closed.

He smiled wryly, feeling uncomfortable, and said, "It's a pity that I didn't see berries and those cute animals along the way, but it doesn't matter, I guess we will see them tomorrow."

"Brother De, really don't sing? I really want to hear you sing!"

"Yes, yes, let's sing!"

"Come to a song 【Death to Love】"

"Boring people, what song to sing, I strongly urge Brother De to tell a ghost story."

"Hiss... this request... I like it, hehe!"

He smiled miserably. How could he know ghost stories? Even if he had read them, he couldn’t remember them. He didn’t have a photographic memory, so he said with a smile, “Let’s chat with everyone! Singing and telling ghost stories is better. gone."

After a night of silence, Rhodes fell asleep. As the stars changed, Ye seemed like a woman who couldn't stay. At dawn, she left again.

Rhodes woke up and glanced at the sky, it was dark, is it ready for the rhythm of rain?
He smiled and said, "Good morning, friends, I'm Rhodes, I think I should be able to get out of this swamp today, what's outside after I get out of the swamp? I hope it won't be a high mountain. Alright, rustle I am drooling to eat, there are still a lot of these barbecues, but I feel unhappy when I always eat barbecue."

In the morning, tens of thousands of people heard him complain that their hearts were like deflated cucumbers.

"Hehe, those who haven't eaten pork in a few months come here to report."

"plus one."

"It's so expensive, 32 yuan a catty."

"The dog's head saves my life/I'm dead, I can't live anymore."

"The baby is wronged but the baby doesn't talk/cry."

"I also want to have a lot of fish and meat every day like Brother De, but the conditions are not allowed. Who can understand my pain?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Then everyone eat less!" Rhodes comforted them with a smile, "It seems that I am happier. There are all kinds of game here, but there are no vegetables."

After eating the barbecue, he took a sip of water to pack up his things, and he left. The sleeping bag was a bit wet, but it didn't matter, it was fine if it wasn't wet.

His mood became depressed, and loneliness once again entangled him unknowingly, like a vine winding up from his feet to his head like a lover climbing up to entangle him tightly, although he couldn't see it but he could feel it , his breathing became panting, and the water friends could hear his heavy voice from there, like a wild boar tired from walking, he stopped to rest after walking for a while, his heart was beating violently, he touched Take a look at your heart, is this a sign of arrhythmia?
There was a bang, the sound of thunder came from the sky, and the rain began to fall again. I wanted to go out safely, but it seemed impossible. All of a sudden, he was drenched, and the rain ran down his hair and his face. , his lips, his chin, flowed down.

Closing his eyes slightly, he wiped off the water on his face, and said loudly to the camera, "This is the third time I've been exposed to the rain. It's not right to go now, or not to go. It's hard for me to make a choice."

The clothes were completely soaked, "It's dead anyway, I decided to take a chance and see if it's my fate or God will accept me."

He stood up and walked forward, "I remember that the first time I was caught in the rain was in the forest, and I encountered it after walking through the snow. The second time was to save the cute giant pandas. I walked, and when I ran, they followed secretly, probably wanting me to stay there, but how is this possible? I am a man who leaves any place I pass by."

As he walked, he talked, and the rain fell.

A lonely figure is starting his adventure again.

When the camera shoots behind him, anyone who looks at it will feel that this is a lonely back, which makes people feel a little bitter.

He... is a lonely traveler.

　It's a risk, not a risk, no typo!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)