Maung-mei is wrong

Zhuo Yingxian felt that he should stop thinking about it, so as not to get more depressed, and concentrate on making the tools and equipment needed, identifying the direction, and waiting for the night to see if the stars will give him face.

Like a dexterous monkey, he scurried up and down the trees, jumped from willow to other trees, found a stick with a moderate length and thickness, and then folded a large handful of branches of similar thickness. In the end, he got a lot of wide blades of grass and willow sticks, and piled them all up beside Nie Yunhan. While chatting with him, he started to work. After half a day, he made a very simple wooden raft.

There is a very long rope at one end of the raft, which is convenient for Zhuo Yingxian to drag and drag. Nie Yunhan is afraid that Nie Yunhan will rub against the ground when lying on it. The bottom is very thick, so the area is not big. It's quite strong when you stand up and make a rope.

Fearing that Nie Yunhan would get caught in the rain, Zhuo Yingxian picked some grass leaves to make a thick shelter, and propped them up at the four corners of the raft with branches to form a canopy. Then he used the remaining grass leaves to make himself a half coir raincoat In case of emergencies, there is no wind or rain at present, so Nie Yunhan first put the coir raincoat under his body to prevent moisture.

Then he walked around again, picked some weeds that repel mosquitoes, and was very lucky to find a weed called "Snake Miemen". He heard Dai Yansheng say that the smell of this grass can drive away snakes, so he picked it. A big handful was full, and they were all stuffed around Nie Yunhan's raft.

This would at least protect him from being infested by snakes, insects, rats and ants. Zhuo Yingxian was in a good mood, so he picked a small light yellow flower and pinned it on the top of Nie Yunhan's net scarf.

"Didn't you give me a peony before? Now I finally have a chance to take revenge, haha!" Zhuo Yingxian looked at Nie Yunhan Daihua's face and pinched his cheeks, "Still very handsome .Handsome Nie Qianhu, wake up quickly!"

With safety guaranteed, Zhuo Yingxian was relieved, and the next important thing was to find the kindling.

After much deliberation, it seemed that he could only use the oldest method - imitating Suiren's method of drilling wood to make fire.

In order to ensure that the fire can be successfully lit, he collected a lot of grass leaves and branches and put them on the roof of the bamboo raft to dry. Prepare in advance.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhuo Yingxian took Nie Yunhan's raft to a stop under a big tree with a crooked neck, intending to spend the night here, and he also prepared his own weapon - a wooden stick.

Lying on the ground for a long time will not do any good to Nie Yunhan's wound. Even a layer of wooden rafts can't stop the moisture from invading. Therefore, Zhuo Ying found a lot of branches and grasses and piled them up about one foot thick. After being strong, he pushed Nie Yunhan's raft up, hoping to be higher off the ground so that he could at least spend the night safely.

It would be great if I could light a fire tonight, so I wouldn't be afraid of the tide.

After that, Zhuo Yingxian sharpened the branch on the stone, disemboweled the boa constrictor, took out the snake oil, tore some pieces of cloth from the corners of his robe, soaked them in oil, wrapped them with the branch, and made a few simple tricks. torches to preserve the fire.

After everything was ready, he began to drill wood to make fire.

But Zhuo Yingxian had only read the legend of the Suiren family, and he didn't know how to make fire. Nie Yunhan had never taught him before. In desperation, he had no choice but to use his own understanding to put his sharpened branch in the fire. Rotating friction on another branch.

But his hands were sore from the grinding, and he didn't see any sparks. Zhuo Yingxian was extremely depressed: "Brother Han, do you think that Suirenshi is lying? My arm is about to break and there is still no fire. Let's drill for a while." , my palms will rise before this branch!"

Nie Yunhan naturally didn't respond to him, the surrounding was so quiet that he felt chills down his back, and felt that he still had to say a few words to feel at ease.

"Are you hungry? Has the Gu Yuan Pill from before melted away?" Zhuo Yingxian gently touched Nie Yunhan's stomach, where it was obviously sunken. He touched himself again, and it was so sunken. Even worse, "It's strange, why don't I feel hungry? It seems that I can't use up all my strength today, but I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. I just ate a Guyuan Dan after I was captured yesterday. Is this Guyuan Pill really so magical?"

After being stunned for a while, he said again: "You red boas have too many good things, maybe that's why they are so amazing."

After his arm recovered, Zhuo Yingxian continued to drill wood to make fire, but still no sparks were born, and he suddenly felt a heavy tiredness attacking him.

This tiredness was not the same as fatigue, it came suddenly, as if a heavy hood fell from the sky, covering him firmly inside.

At first it was shortness of breath, as if something was squeezing his chest, Zhuo Yingxian only felt that his physical strength was finally exhausted and it was time to rest.

So he gave up his plan to make a fire. Anyway, night had fallen, so he casually got some grass blades under his buttocks, lay down on the side of the raft, faced Nie Yunhan, and clenched his stick with one hand, ready to go. Take a nap.

"Brother Han, I'll take a nap, call me if you wake up!"

But Zhuo Yingxian not only didn't fall asleep, but felt his head getting heavier and heavier, the pain was as if thousands of nails had been pierced in at once, which made him wish he could chop off his head to end this torture.

However, not only the headache, but also the internal organs seemed to be on fire, and gradually the fire spread to his limbs, as if countless worms had penetrated into his flesh, eating away every inch of his skin.

"Ahhh——" Zhuo Yingxian finally couldn't help shouting, he held his head, gritted his teeth and endured, the only clear thought was still thinking, is it possible that the bugs in the swamp would Started to be active?Don't those herbs work?

He resisted the pain, opened his eyes and looked at Nie Yunhan, stretched out his hand and rubbed it: "Brother Han... Brother Han... Are there... bugs... biting you..."

Nie Yunhan didn't respond, Zhuo Yingxian felt his whole body up and down, and found no trace of insects, so he was a little relieved, he touched himself again, but still didn't find even a single insect.

But why is he so uncomfortable?

Zhuo Yingxian felt that his body was like a furnace, the flames were burning inside, completely burning the air he lived on, his whole body was in unbearable pain, as if countless holes had been cracked, festering , every inch is painful.

Unable to support his sitting position, he collapsed weakly on the ground, curled up in a ball, and shivered.

The feeling of thirst and hunger that he didn't notice before suddenly magnified at this moment. He felt his mouth was dry, and the last trace of water in his body was about to be sucked away. His stomach was empty, so sour that it seemed to corrode him from the inside.

"What the hell is going on here?" Zhuo Yingxian shrank like a shrimp, tears streaming down his face in pain, he couldn't help thinking, "...Could this be the effect of Haqin's medicine?"

First, it fills people with infinite power, and after the effect of the medicine is exhausted, it will bite back multiple times?

He remembered Haqin's expression when he stuffed the cloth bag containing medicine into his arms, and closed his eyes in despair.

That's right, where does Haqin have the confidence to think that they will never escape from impermanence?

He must have done something wrong to feel that he has the chance to win.

No need to think too much, Zhuo Yingxian concluded that this pill must be addictive, so Haqin said, "If you run out of it, you will be in trouble."

If he didn't take it, and the effect of the medicine took effect like this, I don't know how long he could last. If he collapsed, with Nie Yunhan's current situation, he would not be far from death.

If he took it, he would not be able to get out of the impermanence after eating up the few pills in the bag. If Nie Yunhan's condition did not improve, when his drug addiction relapsed, they would still face death.

Judging from Nie Yunhan's injury, it is difficult to maintain his life, let alone get better.

So whether Zhuo Ying took those medicines or not is the difference between early death and late death.

Judging from the current situation of the onset of the drug effect, it is still an extremely slow and painful death.

Another option is that Zhuo Yingxian took those medicines one after another to maintain his physical strength, and left Nie Yunhan as an oil bottle to seek his own way of life.

Putting the three options together, the last one had the greatest possibility of surviving for Zhuo Yingxian.

Haqin is really good at torturing people, what are knives, guns and sticks, murder is the best strategy, he is really different from ordinary people's viciousness!

The night in the swamp was extremely cold and humid, Zhuo Yingxian was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness, he felt that all the bones in his body were about to be broken, and every joint in his bones was emitting sour water and cold air, but he didn't dare to hug Nie Yunhan for warmth. I was afraid that I would accidentally touch the other person's wound.

Enduring the severe pain, he rolled over and got up, knelt down beside Nie Yunhan, and said softly: "Brother Han... Don't worry, I won't take... that pill, carry... carry it, maybe... you can pass It's..."

Zhuo Yingxian was in so much pain that there were gold stars jumping in front of his eyes, he didn't notice Nie Yunhan's eyelids moved, and he pretended that he was unconscious.

That's what he said, but the pain came wave after wave, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart.

Although Zhuo Yingxian's life was not very good, but since he was a child, he has suffered only a handful of severe beatings, all because he is sensitive enough, knows how to judge the situation and observe the situation, the last time he was tortured by Duan Zhanmei was the most serious injury he has ever suffered.

But that kind of pain is less than one-tenth of what it is now.

When he was about to pass out, he remembered Nie Yunhan's "silence" training, saying that he used drugs to make people feel like his legs were broken and his skin was peeled off. At that time, he didn't quite believe it. How could there be such exaggerated drugs in his heart , it must be that the other party is bragging in order to show how powerful he is.

Now he really believed it.

When the pain receded like a sea tide, Zhuo Ying woke up leisurely, he felt as if his physical strength had been exhausted, he was only left with an empty skin, his soul had come out of his body, and his physical body no longer existed.

He was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the dark blue night through the gaps in the leaves, thinking to himself: "Look, isn't this overcoming? It seems that the effect of this medicine is not very good."

There were no stars in the sky, maybe it was blocked by clouds, the night was dark, the surrounding environment suddenly became noisy, all kinds of insects, toads, and frogs were making tireless calls, knocking on Zhuo Yingxian's eardrums, disturbing him chaos.

He didn't know how many days it was, and how long it would be before dawn. He felt that he couldn't be lazy, and he had to keep making fire, not only to cook food and keep Nie Yunhan dry, but more importantly, to scare away the beasts.

He didn't know what other creatures lived in this swamp, but he knew very well that without a sword, with only a wooden stick in his hand, even self-protection was an extravagant hope, let alone protecting Brother Han.

Zhuo Yingxian struggled to get up, and after searching for a long time, he found the two branches that had been thrown aside just now, and raised his hand to touch the grass leaves that had been dried on the roof of the raft, and felt that they were indeed much drier than before. Very pleased.

The evening wind blew past, making goose bumps on his skin covered in cold sweat. Zhuo Yingxian took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, clamped the branch used to ignite the fire with both feet, held the Another sharpened branch continued to drill.

But now his hands are as limp as cotton, and it is even more impossible for any sparks to emerge.

Just like this for about a cup of tea, Zhuo Yingxian exhausted all his mental strength, angrily threw the branch in his hand to the ground, sat on the ground covering his face, his chest heaved violently.

He bit his lips tightly, his eyes were sore, but he told himself in his heart: "Don't cry, Zhuo Yingxian, are you a man, why do you like to cry when things happen?! You haven't improved your skills, but you've added a lot of problems. Who dares to count on you in the future?!"

It's also strange, the tears shed in the past two days are more than those in the previous ten years, could it be that the eyes are sick?

Zhuo Yingxian seemed to have an answer in his heart. He didn't like to cry before, because no one hurt him when he cried. Now that someone hurts, he learned to shed tears and pretend to be pitiful.

Even though everything is involuntary, but thinking about it, I really have a scheming heart, and Brother Han's "little fox" is not wrong.

After thinking wildly for a moment, and finally calming down his emotions, Zhuo Yingxian rubbed his face carelessly, intending to continue his unfinished business, and then he heard the sound of flapping wings.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a bird parked on a branch not far away.

Much like a vulture, to be exact.

Zhuo Yingxian had heard about this kind of bird from a storyteller. When some people practiced sky burial, they would put the corpse on the cliff and let vultures peck at it. However, he had never seen it himself. Think about it.

Because the big bird looked at him and Nie Yunhan too nakedly, wishing it could rush over and peck at their flesh the next moment.

And it did.

Just when Zhuo Yingxian reached out to feel for the stick, the vulture spread its wings and rushed towards him.Zhuo Yingxian touched the stick and swung it towards it with all his strength.

It's a pity that he didn't have much strength and missed his head. The vulture's eyesight was sharper than his, and he dodged it, but it stopped boldly on the roof of the raft, staring at Zhuo Yingxian with a pair of bird eyes.

"Let me tell you, it's still too late to go." Zhuo Yingxian held up a stick and said sternly, he never imagined that one day he would choke with a bird, "If you dare to touch him, I will tear you alive !"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the vulture seemed to show a mocking smile.

Then there was the sound of bird feathers slapping around, Zhuo Yingxian glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and unexpectedly three more birds came and surrounded him!

Suddenly panicked, he took a step forward to drive away the vulture that was parked on the ceiling, held a stick in front of Nie Yunhan, and looked around the four birds vigilantly.

These flat-haired beasts seemed to have seen through his weakness a long time ago, so they dared to attack him as a living person, and now they didn't have much patience to wait, the four birds suddenly flew into the air and attacked them.

Facing these unruly birds, Zhuo Yingxian forgot all the sword techniques he had learned, and swung the stick in his hand. For a moment, there seemed to be countless feathers flying in front of his eyes. If you don't open your eyes, you can only see some outlines vaguely.

The strength of those vultures was enormous, and Zhuo Yingxian was exhausted. During the frantic resistance, he felt his left arm was pecked hard, and it was dripping with blood immediately!

He didn't care whether he was injured or not, because one of the vultures was already standing next to Nie Yunhan's shoulder.

Zhuo Yingxian let the other birds scratch at him rustlingly, only focusing on hitting the bird that dared to covet his brother Han, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get out! Get out of here!"

The few vultures were scared away by him, and they stopped on the surrounding trees one after another, but they still stared at him.

Zhuo Yingxian supported the wooden stick and panted violently, before he could feel happy, the familiar pain suddenly struck.

Toxicity strikes again!

This time it was even more menacing than before, as if a sword had pierced straight through his celestial cap, stirring his soul, and the severe pain spread from the bones to every inch of his body, his legs suddenly went limp, and he almost sat paralyzed on the ground.

"Why...why...is this happening?" Zhuo Yingxian's eyes turned black with pain, and he murmured in his heart, "Why...don't give me any way to survive?"

The vultures onlookers keenly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with their prey, and boldly surrounded them again. Two stopped on Nie Yunhan's raft, and two flew towards Zhuo Yingxian.

He vaguely saw their attacking figures, endured the severe pain and clenched the stick in his hand, and swung it regardless. In a trance, he felt the wooden stick hit the bodies of those big birds, and their deafening cries came from his ears. Screaming, just about to breathe a sigh of relief, and then saw one lowered its head, about to peck at Nie Yunhan's heart!

There was a sudden thunder from the sky, and Zhuo Yingxian could hardly regain his clarity. With a loud roar, he used all his strength to stab the vulture, causing it to pop out more than a foot.

The heavy rain fell involuntarily, and the huge raindrops hit Zhuo Yingxian's face, blurring his vision again.But he seemed to have forgotten the pain, and swung wildly at the vultures around him, grabbed one that he accidentally shot down, and frantically smashed, poked, and stabbed it until it was smashed into a puddle of mud.

The remaining few may have grown jealous, or maybe they felt that the timing was not good, and they planned to talk later, so they all flapped their wings and flew away.

Zhuo Yingxian raised his head to face the heavy rain, and laughed maniacally: "Hahahaha! Be afraid! Be afraid..."

His last few words were already broken, and the rain was extinguished in his throat. The severe pain all over his body increased instead of diminishing. Zhuo Yingxian couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down slumped, lying on the side of the raft.

"What should I do? Brother Han... what should I do?" He closed his eyes and let the rain beat, the pain was extreme, as if his whole body had lost consciousness, only one heart was still beating in panic, not knowing where to go .

Zhuo Ying slowed down for a while, then reluctantly raised his hand, closed his eyes, and touched Nie Yunhan's body. He felt that the other's clothes were only a little damp, but not soaked. It seemed that the rainproof roof still had some effect, so he With a sigh of relief, a glimmer of hope appeared in the thoughts that had fallen into despair just now.

He got up groggyly, and lay down beside Nie Yunhan's raft, panting violently, and said after a long while: "I'm sorry... Brother Han... I have to... go back and find that medicine..."

After saying this, Zhuo Yingxian felt his body relax a bit. He slightly opened his eyes, looked at the other person's pale side face, and said seriously: "I promise... I will never abuse it, unless it is too painful or unbearable." , I, I don't know how to eat... Wait for you, wait for you to wake up, look at me... Quit it, it must be fine... There must be no problem..."

It was raining heavily, and he was worried that the pill would be ruined if it was soaked in the water. Even though his whole body was in excruciating pain, he had to go back and look for it immediately.

But he was worried about leaving Nie Yunhan here alone, so he pulled the rope at one end of the raft, put it around his chest, and dragged the raft down with all his strength.

"Brother Han, I have...to torment you again...you...be patient." Zhuo Yingxian looked back at Nie Yunhan, turned his head slowly, and strode forward vigorously.

The rain-soaked ground was very slippery. Logically speaking, it would be easier to drag the raft, but now Zhuo Yingxian was so painful that his eyes were staring and his head was dizzy. Every step he took felt like he was being beaten by swords, guns, swords and halberds. He was in extreme pain, extremely sad, and no longer suppressed his tears, they swayed wantonly with the rain.

But he thought in his heart: "I will not admit defeat. I have come here not to lose here."

Zhuo Yingxian leaned on a wooden stick in one hand, exhausted all his strength, and staggered like a cattle, dragging the raft forward. He didn't know how long or how far he walked. Joyo turned pale.

He was really at the end of his strength, and after walking a few steps, his feet became weak, and he fell to the ground with a "plop". After a while, he regained a little strength and climbed up with the help of the raft.

Zhuo Yingxian put the rope around his chest again and tried to drag the raft, but this time he really exhausted his energy, no matter how hard he tried, the raft remained motionless.

In front of his eyes were white, he blinked hard and slowly, and the scene in front of him slowly appeared, but it was a double image, and it took him a lot of effort to see clearly. It turned out that he had reached the place where the raft was made yesterday. Under the weeping willow, not far away is the place where the medicine was thrown. He recognized the stone where he killed the boa constrictor. He and Nie Yunhan were lying near there yesterday.

"Brother Han, I really... have no strength..." Zhuo Yingxian slowly took off the rope, turned around and said to Nie Yunhan, "I'll go...in a short while, take the medicine...and come back... ...you...you wait for me..."

As he spoke, leaning on a stick, he staggered towards the stone. When he didn't pay attention, his feet slipped and he fell again.

This fall made him feel like his whole body was broken, as if he couldn't put it together again, and naturally it was impossible to stand up again.

Fortunately, the rock was right in front of him, Zhuo Yingxian dropped his stick, and crawled towards it bit by bit, his whole body was drenched and muddy, he was so neat and tidy, he didn't care about these anymore, he just wanted to get it as soon as possible Get back your strength.

Although that thing was poisonous, it was the only hope for him and Nie Yunhan.

Zhuo Yingxian crawled to the edge of the stone, and then climbed a few steps forward, and found the place where Nie Yunhan had been lying. He looked around blankly, but couldn't find the small bag, and couldn't help but panicked.

His five senses had weakened a lot, he couldn't see or smell clearly, so he could only grope around eagerly, like a headless fly, and finally found the cloth bag in a bush.

The bag was thrown under the thick grass. Although it was already wet, it was not soaked in water. Zhuo Ying hurriedly poured out the pills inside and found that they were intact. six.

He blinked, looked elsewhere laxly, thinking in his heart, if he eats one a day, he should be able to persist until he walks out of Wuchangze.

Then why hesitate?

Zhuo Yingxian picked up a pill, stared at it blankly for a moment, put it in his mouth blankly, and swallowed it with a "gudong".

I can quit, he thought, this pain is nothing.

Then he looked at the tall grass in front of him and smiled self-deprecatingly.

After tossing for a day and a night, I returned to the original place.

Zhuo Yingxian first put the small bag containing the medicine into his drenched bosom, fearing that the pills would melt, he tightened the bag around the mouth and tied it on his belt.

He was going to take a breath, he took a breath, and then went back to find Nie Yunhan.

The pill seemed to take effect very quickly, Zhuo Yingxian felt as if there was an invisible hand, with just a gentle tug, all the pain rooted in his bones was sucked away.

He could breathe freely again in his chest. He could smell the slightly fresh air after the rain and the familiar smell of decay. There was a rustling sound——

Zhuo Yingxian sensed something was wrong, and turned around quickly, only to see a crocodile staring at him, and suddenly opened its mouth wide and rushed towards him!

As soon as he took the pill, his five senses gradually cleared up, but his frail body couldn't keep up with the reaction, and he didn't have the strength to dodge for a moment. Seeing the bloody mouth approaching, he even saw two rows of sharp teeth and the With a foul smell in his mouth, he subconsciously closed his eyes...

The author has something to say:

This kind of suffering is just one chapter...

Although there is still behind (cover face)