The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The night fell like a huge black curtain, pressing down heavily and tightly covering the entire dense forest.

The tall trees in the dense forest looked like demons with bared fangs and claws. Their branches swayed strangely in the night wind, making a rustling sound.

The unknown insects in the bushes made faint and chaotic sounds, as if they were playing a strange symphony. Occasionally, a bat flew overhead, and the black shadow flashed by, adding a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

Su Yang and Fatty's group finally found an open space in this terrifying dense forest. They worked together to build a simple shelter.

After everything was packed up, the man in the flowered shirt took out a few compressed biscuits from his backpack. The biscuits were like precious treasures, which he carefully divided into several parts and distributed to his teammates.

The man in the flowered shirt was a fashionable guy who kept his word. Just like his trendy outfit, he really didn't care about the life and death of Su Yang and Wen Zhu.

The fat man looked at the pitifully small compressed biscuit in his hand and swallowed his saliva. The mountains were remote and difficult to travel in. He had just been chopping wood and building a nest, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.

He licked his dry lips, then he broke the cookie, which could not be any smaller, into two halves reluctantly but without hesitation and handed it to Su Yang.

"Here, little native brother, don't think it's too little, this is all the dry food we brought. After we get out, I'll take you to a big meal!"

This action touched Su Yang deeply. In such an environment, someone was willing to share a bite of their food with him. It was simply a life-long friendship.

"Thank you, Fatty!" Su Yang chuckled, but before he could take it, the man in the flowered shirt took a step forward and snatched the biscuit from the fat man's hand.

"Fatty! We're almost starving to death, why the hell are you pretending to be a saint here!"

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm sharing my own rations with the little native brothers. How does it bother you?"

"What the hell are you doing to me? I brought you in, so I have the obligation to take you all out. If I let you starve to death here, wouldn't I be the culprit who killed you?

Besides, you have only met this guy once, is he your father or your mother? Where does such deep brotherly love come from? You are almost starving to death, and you are still doing this useless trick! "

The man in the flowered shirt became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he couldn't help but yelled: "What the hell are you still standing there for? Eat something to replenish your energy, and continue looking for a way when the sun rises!"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened but he didn't know how to refute. He stood there in a daze, holding half a biscuit in his hand, staring at his toes with a gloomy look.

"Su Yang, look what I caught?"

At this moment, Wenzhu, who had just left, came back, holding a fat pheasant in each hand, and greeted Su Yang happily.

Upon hearing this, the man in the flowered shirt turned his head and looked at Wenzhu's hand. When he saw the two fat pheasants, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I never knew you were so good, little girl. There were so many of us and we didn't catch a single one, but you caught two in just a short while!"

Wen Zhu smiled and shook the pheasant in his hand, and said proudly: "That's it! Take it and prepare it quickly, and we will have meat tonight!"

As he said this, he threw the two big fat chickens in his hands to the man in the flowered shirt. After taking them, he started to deal with them skillfully. The others also started to take action.

Some started to make fire by drilling wood, while others helped to clean the prey...

Su Yang pulled Wen Zhu aside and asked quietly, "Where did you get the pheasants from in this kind of place?"

"Stupid, of course there's nothing here. I just went out and caught it in a town not far away!"

"Uh... I see. How many days do we have to stay here? I mean, it's troublesome to have so many people rushing around.

If anyone gets left behind, we'll have to go back and look for them, or should we just send them out first?"

"People? Where are the people? Why can't I see them? Where are the people? Where are the people?" Wenzhu looked around exaggeratedly as if she really didn't see them.

"Hey, stop making trouble. I think the fat guy is pretty nice. And the sister with the ponytail even gave me half a candy. The one in the flowered shirt is also okay. Although he looks fierce, he is a responsible and good teammate."

"You are just too kind-hearted. Since you think they are good, you should stay with them for a few more days so that you won't be reluctant to leave them later."

Su Yang was puzzled by Wen Zhu's irrelevant answer, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, Wenzhu is the king of the vampires, and with her guarding us, there will be no danger. This place is also quite fun, so let's stay here for a few more days.

Just as everyone was gathering around the fire, roasting pheasants, and enjoying this rare delicacy and a moment of peace.

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from the depths of the dense forest. The sound cut through the night sky like a cold blade piercing everyone's ears.

The cry echoed in the dense forest, startling a group of birds perched on the trees. They fluttered into flight, forming a black shadow in the night sky.

Everyone became alert. The man in the flowered shirt clenched the wooden stick in his hand and looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came from.

"What is it?" Ponytail's voice was trembling a little, and she clung tightly to the floral shirt.

"I don't know, everyone be careful." The man in the flowered shirt whispered.

A black shadow suddenly appeared from the woods, moving at an extremely fast speed, like a flash of black lightning. Before anyone could see it clearly, the shadow disappeared again.

Then, a rustling sound was heard all around, as if countless things were approaching.

The rustling sound was like countless little feet running on the fallen leaves, or like something huge moving through the grass.

"It's a pack of wolves!" someone shouted in horror.

Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant, and pairs of green eyes appeared in the darkness, flickering like will-o'-the-wisp.

The wolves slowly surrounded them, and the low growls came one after another, like a symphony of death.

The surrounding trees seemed to become more eerie under the breath of the wolves, and the branches shook even more violently, as if they were also afraid of these uninvited guests.

The flowered shirt took a deep breath and said, "Don't panic, stand back to back and make the fire bigger."

Everyone rushed to add firewood to the fire, and the fire suddenly became stronger, and the temperature around it also rose. However, the wolves did not retreat, they wandered around the edge, with greed and ferocity flashing in their eyes.

Suddenly, a wolf rushed towards the crowd. The man in the flowered shirt was quick-witted and hit the wolf hard with a stick. The wolf howled and retreated back into the pack.

However, this also angered the wolves, and they began to circle around the crowd even more frantically, looking for an opportunity to attack...