Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 225 I really wanted to find something to relieve my troubles and headaches. The problem did not bother Zhang Cheng for too long. Zhang Cheng, who likes to do things neatly and neatly, quickly put aside the troublesome questions after he couldn't think of an answer. Compared with the problems that may take a long time to face, Zhang Cheng is more troubled by the current situation. The village was trapped in fog. The outside world has changed, and it feels strange like another world. They have been out of the village for several days but have not found any useful clues. Apart from finding an unknown villager who passed out after talking vaguely about something vague, they didn't get anything else. Finally, five of the team that had ensured orderly entry and exit disappeared inexplicably in this rough forest. They are five big living people, big living people who don’t see people when they are alive, and don’t see their corpses when they die, not five ants. So Zhang Cheng had a headache, and he still had a headache after putting away his distant worries. Regardless of his apparent calmness and apparent maturity, Zhang Cheng is actually just a young boy in his twenties. But at this time, in this situation, all the burden happened to be on the shoulders of this young boy. Zhang Cheng, who had never faced such a situation, didn't know what to do now. As the most powerful person in the eyes of the villagers and the representative of the villagers in the eyes of the teachers, Zhang Cheng naturally became the core of the team when he was confused in both aspects, and is now the decision-maker for the entire team to handle matters. With everyone focusing on him, Zhang Cheng now needs to come up with an idea that will determine the team's future direction. Picture after picture was constantly replaying in his mind, and he was flipping up and down on his fingertips a piece of broken wood that the villager had handed over before he fell asleep. Zhang Cheng accidentally found it when he was feeling irritable , his fingers failed to control their strength well and broke the wooden stick which was already somewhat rotten. Noticing the strangeness on his fingertips, Zhang Cheng felt three pairs of eyes staring at him before he could take a closer look. What's going on? Why are the two masters and the militia captain looking at me strangely? It seems like I'm not doing anything except thinking about the problem, and I'm just playing with the wood. Oh, by the way, wood. After regaining consciousness, Zhang Cheng turned his eyes to the wood in his hand. Zhang Cheng, who was completely awake, realized that everyone was not staring at him, but at the piece of wood in his hand. After part of the surface of the wood was broken, one section of the wood was now intact, but the other section was broken, revealing a black thing hidden in the heart of the wood. Thanks to the sensitive control of Zhang Cheng's fingers, the half piece of wood whose center of gravity had shifted did not fall to the ground, nor did it slow down its flying speed. It was still flying on the fingertips under Zhang Cheng's unconscious control, and cooperated with it. With some wood chips in the surrounding air that have not yet fallen on the ground, this flying wooden stick showed a strange melody in the light mist. Zhang Cheng stopped moving his fingers and grabbed the broken wooden stick in his hand. When he got close to his eyes, the thing inside the core of the wooden stick that had stopped finally revealed his true appearance. In the eyes of several people, they could clearly see that at the end of the short wooden stick where the skin was broken, there was a section that seemed to be wrapped in thick soil. The dark soil tightly wrapped the things inside, with a sharp point reflecting the faint light exposed at one end, and the other end still hidden in the wood. Without hesitation, after reaching out to deal with the excess wood and soil, what appeared in front of Zhang Cheng and the others was a slightly curved, sharp, and exuding light and sweet smell, like the tail stinger of an insect. After a few curious looks, combined with some things the surviving villager told, the tail thorn was quickly determined to be that of a wasp. But why would this fleeing villager keep this sharp tail thorn? Is there any special purpose for it? The four puzzling grown men chose to put the things away first after discussing for a long time and still couldn't come up with an answer. The villagers will ask about the situation after they wake up. The food was quickly prepared. Zhang Cheng and the four of them, holding the hot "noodles" in their hands, were eating and discussing. The break could not last too long. They had to discuss an answer before the break was over. It is related to the future direction of the team. This is Zhang Cheng's instinctive behavior of blaming the blame when he has a headache. Since he has no good ideas, let's use the power of the collective. Zhang Cheng, who chose to pass the blame, directly threw the question out, and then hoped that the four of them would discuss it together and come up with an answer about the team's next step. The noodle cake, which has a mild flavor when eaten with salt, is an underground rhizome of a plant such as taro. The underground rhizome of this plant is a large oval ball. After peeling, slicing, and roasting over the fire it makes a very handy emergency meal. Each "roasted taro slice" is the size of a human head. After being roasted over a high fire, it will give off a burnt aroma of pasta, and the mouth will be filled with the taste of pasta. Except that the taste is a bit bland, paired with a lunch box of cooked canned broth, it's almost like having a picnic. However, after sprinkling it with salt and eating it again, the "baked pancake" made from the "new taro" that was easy to find became the staple food of the team. When it's time for dinner, generally speaking, as long as there's not enough time for dinner, everyone's meal during the breakfast and lunch periods is basically salty meat soup and "baked pancakes." Looking from a distance, in the dense woods, more than a dozen fires were scattered in a circle. Except for the outermost circle of fires, there were many people surrounding each of the five or six fires inside. They were eating and drinking lively, and some were playing around with each other, wearing red The firelight dissipated the stickiness and grayness, intensifying the fiery atmosphere. Zhang Cheng and the militia captain did not stop the noisy behavior of the team members. Different from the cautious behavior when they first left the village, the biggest problem they faced now was not the attacks and the danger that never appeared, but the dullness and silence that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts, and the beginning of low morale. And every time you have a break or a meal, you can just use the firelight and delicious food. These safety and joy engraved in human instincts can dispel the dullness and silence. Having all the strength in the body but not being able to use it at all, this frustration was not only the deepest feeling in the hearts of the five people who were lost, but also the common feeling of Zhang Cheng and all the people in the large force who were searching for their teammates. I really want to find something to beat up, something to vent my anger on. This is the thought that Zhang Cheng had in his mind while he was eating bread and discussing problems.