Lost Jungle

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    Inserting the dagger into the soft black soil in front of him, Wen Feng leaned wearily under the tree stump, strands of black silk hair sticking to his forehead, dripping sweat, hot skin, and soaked underwear made Wen Feng feel so tired. Feng felt uncomfortable for a while.

    What exactly is going on? An anger of being teased suddenly rose in his heart, but was quickly suppressed by the discomfort in his body. He pulled off the mask, and Wen Feng lay on the tree trunk, panting heavily.

    Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, originally Wen Feng just wanted to take advantage of this rare vacation to temporarily escape from those never-ending jobs and never-ending interpersonal relationships.

    Who knows that everything has become weird since entering this damn jungle.

    Untied the rope tightly tied on the cuff, on the arm that was not exposed to the sun often, there was a bloodshot redness, and the unbearable itching came from the skin.

    Taking out the medicated oil in the backpack, Wen Feng half-closed his eyes and applied it carefully, making a painful gasp from time to time.

    "Shit!" Wen Feng tucked in his cuffs again, put on his gloves, and the high-frequency buzzing of mosquito wings rang again in his ears.

    Turning his head, a few large mosquitoes with the thickness of a thumb appeared beside him, with slender beaks and a layer of black fluff, piercing straight at his face exposed to the air.

    Startled in my heart, the gloved slap reflexively swung out, "snap", the palm fell into the air, and slapped on the tree trunk.

    The reaction speed of these big mosquitoes was shocking. Wen Feng wrapped his mask again, picked up the only dagger on the ground that he could barely call a weapon, and continued walking staggeringly.

    The compass on his waist completely failed shortly after entering the forest, but Wen Feng was reluctant to throw it away, always thinking that if he could get out of this area, he might still be able to use it.

    Looking up at the sun with a fiery red halo in the sky, he waved away the bugs stuck on his thick mountaineering clothes, and clenched the dagger tightly, Wen Feng made himself try to ignore the buzzing in his ears, and headed towards the sun. In the opposite direction, move forward silently.

    The humidity in the forest was very heavy, and the hot skin wrapped in the clothes showed a strange flush, and the skin that could not dissipate heat normally showed faint and cracked signs.

    The soil under the feet makes the sound of wet water, under the messy grass, the soil is bubbling, and disturbed insects crawl out of the soil from time to time.

    The black-brown long worm, with a fat body covered with a hard carapace, suddenly jumped out of the soil and rushed towards Wen Feng.

    With his mouth tightly shut, he let out a muffled grunt, and the worm's sharp teeth pierced Wen Feng's pants and bit his calf.

    With panic in his widened eyes, Wen Feng kicked his leg out in panic, but the fat worm was lying firmly on the trouser leg, and there was a deeper pain from the tearing wound.

    Holding the right hand of the dagger tightly, he stabbed it down. The long worm seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly let go of Wen Feng, and plunged into the mud next to it with a "whoosh".

    Warm liquid flowed out from the calf, the soaked pants mixed with salty sweat stuck to the skin, and there were waves of itchy pain from the wound.

    Wen Feng's arm holding the dagger was still trembling slightly, he swallowed and collected himself.

    The faint smell of blood slowly drifted away in the hot and humid air, and the rustling of insects in the surrounding grass seemed to intensify.