Bai Fumei and I's Wilderness Survival

There were wounds all over his body, and he was burned hot by the sun.

It hurts and I'm so hungry.

This is the only place where Yang Ping can feel that he is still a monster—it seems difficult for him to die, and he even survived the situation like last time.

Yang Ping suddenly lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, even if it was a self-deprecating smile.

But it seemed that he couldn't laugh, and when his face moved, he didn't know how many wounds were involved in his body.

Yang Ping was numb from the pain, and even if he laughed out of the pain, he probably didn't notice it.

A black figure flashed in the nearby woods——Yang Ping saw it, and he had always had good eyesight.

He didn't care about it at first, because he didn't even have the strength to raise his head now, and walking forward mechanically step by step had already exhausted all his strength, and even his thinking was gradually slackening.

But that figure flashed in front of him again.

Yang Ping frowned, and opened his mouth when the figure flashed away from his peripheral vision for the third time.

"Who?"

No one answered.

"Come out quickly, or get out."

Yang Ping himself was startled when he said this.

My own voice is hoarse and sharp, completely unfamiliar—what's going on?

His muddy head seemed to make creaking noises when recalling and thinking. Yang Ping opened his eyes, and he remembered.

He also has a good memory, but he can almost remember everything he has seen or heard, but this time, he still recalled it for a while.

When his father gave him the pills, it was useless except to scold him, as if he said such a sentence.

"This medicine is very effective. It may burn your internal organs, but it can keep you alive. You decide whether to take it or not."

The tone of the man's speech was very cold, as if a high-ranking king was looking at a slave contemptuously.

Yang Ping almost forgot that he made this decision at that time.

He thought it was his father who gave him food.

Unexpectedly, he just threw it aside and picked it up by himself.

"Who is it?"

When the figure flashed in front of him again, Yang Ping was still a little impatient.

He stopped in his tracks and looked to the side—in fact, the flesh around his eyes had already swollen, so it was very difficult to see.

"I saw you!" Yang Ping, as if giving up on himself, yelled out regardless of how hoarse his voice was, "Hurry up, or hurry up and get out...you choose!"

There was silence everywhere, and Yang Ping looked at the same place for a while, guessing that the unknown thing had probably left by itself, and then he took a step, ready to continue moving.

Next to a tree next to it, a voice came from at this moment.

"You are hurt."

The voice actually made Yang Ping unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but just by hearing the tone, it felt quite soft and weak.

"None of your business."

Yang Ping yelled, but he didn't continue to move forward—he couldn't move anymore, and he didn't stop before. No matter what, he could continue to walk forward with his already numb limbs, but now he stopped, and then stopped again. I want to lift my feet, but my body is in pain but it seems to be revived, and my senses are hotly involved.

He couldn't move his feet.

In addition to the pain, there is actually a kind of bitterness welling up.

Resentment, grievance, anger, and...resentment.

The voice spoke again: "You are injured, very badly, and I will bandage you after finishing."

Yang Ping continued to lift his feet and walked forward, he didn't know how he exerted such a force, anyway, he just kept moving forward like this.

He ignored the voice and didn't look at it.

Maybe it's because it hurts too much to turn your head, maybe it's something else.

But the shadow followed behind him, perhaps because he had already been exposed, so he didn't hide at all, chasing after him and shouting: "Your injury will become infected if you don't bandage it, when the time comes..."

Yang Ping was annoyed by this male or female voice, and couldn't help but interrupted: "What's the matter with you? Take care of yourself - I can't die."

The voice was silent for a while, Yang Ping thought he had left, but after a while, he actually felt the sound of footsteps behind him, at first he was very vigilant, but then he thought - probably the monster was following him.

Yang Ping twitched the corner of his mouth.

Whatever he wants.

This time, he was going to his secret base.

He has a small cave in the middle of nowhere, far from the monkeys, which ensures he won't be found - unless no goblins are stalking him.

In the past, Yang Ping always checked very carefully. Although he knew that few people would have the time to follow him, this place was too important to him.

Being squeezed out since he was a child, Yang Ping cleverly found a habitat for himself, where he can usually hide in it, as long as the time is not too long, his father and the monkeys will not even find him. No one is missing.

But now, Yang Ping didn't care about the monster following him.

One was because he felt that the monster following behind couldn't do anything wrong, and the other was because he was too tired.

Tiredness made him not want to think so much. He just wanted to go back to his small cave and sit quietly.

He didn't expect that the monster followed him all the way to Shandong District, and when he turned around, he saw it. It seemed to be a spider spirit, and it should be developing towards his mother.

The spider spirit stood at the entrance of the cave and did not come in again.

Looking at him timidly: "Don't you really need to bandage it...?"

Yang Ping inexplicably felt a little funny, he was hurt like this by people of the same clan, and it was actually a spider spirit who cared about him.

But this did not completely dispel his doubts about the spider spirit. Even if there was no such doubt, Yang Ping's distrust of other creatures and the world also prevented him from choosing to trust the monster in front of him.

"No need, get out."

He said lightly.

The spider spirit seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then completely exited the cave.