Lost Jungle

4

    On the dark cliff, there is a cold wind howling, and the orange fire is shaking in the wind, swaying and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

    Wen Feng, who turned his back, silently ate the barbecue in his hand. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and his body quietly moved away. Alien beast.

    The viscous blood dripped onto the stone slab and quickly evaporated in the wind, leaving dark dark marks. Wen Feng felt a strange feeling in his heart.

    Stuffing the last piece of roast meat into his mouth, Wen Feng wiped his greasy lips, and turned his head to look at the pitch blackness in the distance.

    On the silent cliff, there was no chirping of insects, only the sound of howling wind. The oil sticking to his fingers quickly dried up, leaving a sticky touch, which made Wen Feng very uncomfortable.

    Spreading out his ten fingers, and observing the jet-black fingers by the light of the fire, Wen Feng was a little dazed. If it was a week ago, he would never have believed that these hands were only his own.

    The originally smooth skin was covered with small wounds, with dark red scars, and the nails were filled with dirty dirt, and the original appearance could not be seen.

    Wen Feng sighed lightly, he is now rapidly developing into a primitive human.

    A huge white bone was thrown on the ground, and the beast behind him finally had enough to eat, flicked its tail, and stood up.

    The strong and slender legs stepped over Wen Feng who insisted on sitting at the entrance of the cave, and the strange beast walked out of the cave with Wen Feng's water bottle, and quickly disappeared into the endless darkness.

    Sitting kneeling by the fire, quietly looking up at the pale blue moon in the sky.

    The previous few times were all in the jungle, and this was the first time Wen Feng saw the moon of this world so clearly.

    The round moon was twice as big as I remembered, with dark blue shadows on the uneven surface, large and small craters, hanging steadily in the sky, casting a soft and faint light.

    The tall figure of the strange beast appeared at the end of the firelight. Under the orange-red light, the smooth scales reflected fine spots of light.

    The heavy kettle was handed over, and he raised his hand to take it. The iron kettle painted with green dye had a cold touch.

    Unscrewing the bottle cap, there was the sound of ding-dong water, Wen Feng hesitated for a long time, then turned to the strange beast who was cleaning up the cave and said solemnly, "Thank you." As if Wen Feng hadn't heard the voice, the strange beast

    moved There was no pause at all.

    Wrapping a large bundle of leftover garbage with the animal fur that was just torn off, and carrying it neatly on its shoulders, the strange beast strode out of the cave.

    Drinking the clear water in the jug one after another, Wen Feng watched the back of the strange beast, its long bright silver tail covered with fine scales piercing the dark night.

    He grabbed a bunch of herbs that the strange beast next to him had picked today. The green branches and leaves were still fresh in color and exuded a pleasant fragrance.

    Wen Feng decided to call this plant "worm-repelling grass". Since he was likely to live here for a while, Wen Feng wanted to make his life as comfortable as possible.

    Walking around the cave with the insect repellent grass, Wen Feng dripped the juice of the insect repellent grass on any place where the insects might be hiding.