Chapter one hundred and fifty-six

Darkness always likes to go out quietly when the sun goes down, greedily devouring the undercut colors. The branches and tendrils in the forest are oblique, and dead trees are in the way. Now it is more mysterious and horrible in the night, and it is more and more difficult to walk. Suddenly there was a strange bird song, short and loud. Wang Erdao looked up along the sound, only to see his small eyes shining bright and strange light between the branches in the dark. Gray clothes are wrapped in dead branches and dipped in clothes with spare kerosene and torches. The flames were burning faintly in the moist breath of the forest, and the flickering light was scattered unsteadily. The master with those small eyes tilted his head, flapped his wings, and flew to other places. It turned out that he was just a owl. Obliquely stretching to the branches in front of gray clothes, there is an ink green leaf, with drops of dew from nowhere hanging at the tip of the leaf, and flames gleaming and jumping on it. It is very anxious to remove the eyesore leaves. The forest is too big to find someone. The trace of someone passing by in a hurry becomes difficult to detect under the night. Wang Erdao stared at a snake coiled on a nearby branch-the snake spit out a letter, its head twisted at a frequency that seemed to have different meanings, and made a hissing sound. A spark jumped out of the torch and lit up instantly, reflecting the snake's body in a strange way. The tiger tripped on the thick root rising from the ground and fell on the mud. Depressed and exclaimed in exchange for gray clothes looking back at a cold glance, I couldn't help shivering, carefully hiding my scratched skin and bloody palm behind me. However, he heard the gray clothes say, "Well, even if it is late, we dare not continue to walk around. It will be the same if we search again tomorrow morning. Everyone is tired, find a place to vigil." Wang Erdao climbed up and trembled with fear: "Everyone, listen." However, I saw that the gray clothes "Ceng" pulled out the sword underground, with blood that had not been wiped before, and waved hard. His neck shrank and he was scared. Wang Erdao watched the gray clothes stir up the dead snake with the tip of his sword. He said slowly, "There is just an extra meal at night." The snake's tail is soft and hanging down, and the scales are slippery and bright under the fire, but it swings in a stiff posture, which makes people add a chilling cicada. A mouse "squeaked" twice, quickly ran past several people's feet, plunged into the grass to cover up the darkness, and disappeared. ... "It's just a pity that you can't make a fire," Bai Mei seems to have some regrets in his tone: "Otherwise, it would be a good dinner to see snakes, birds and mice slaughtered and roasted on the road." At that time, Anping Yan Xuan Wo sat in a corner formed by many strange raised Stone in the cave. He could not see Bai Mei's expression clearly-although the jagged stones emitted faint phosphorescence in the dim light of night, so as not to make a small world dark enough to be opaque, he could never see the details clearly-he just listened to the tone and felt somewhat dumbfounded: "If you come to Hu again, can you eat those?" Bai Mei fondled his forehead: "Why can't you eat it?" "Very..." Anping Yanxuan's cognition of bush meat is obviously limited to pheasants and rabbits, reaching elk and bears, but it is unexpected that snakes and mice harbor dark animals. Bai Mei approached him, pulled out a big oily paper bag from his arms, and said, "Xuan Xuan doesn't know, snake soup and dried mouse meat are delicious, and they are even better things to save lives in this case. Don't bake it, it's fragrant, even if you are raw, you have to swallow it when you are hungry... Otherwise, how can you survive? Is human life the most important thing?" Anping Yanxuan swallowed his mouth and leaned back uneasily, but his head hit a hard stone. He grinded his teeth: "Do you want to accompany the live swallow mouse?" "Where, Xuan Xuan is too underestimated." Bai Mei smiled and opened the paper bag and stuffed it into Anping Yanxuan's arms: "Fortunately, I brought dry food and dried meat, but it was rough... I still brought water, and I will give it later." Quiet. "Why?" Bai Mei obviously didn't adapt to the road. Anping Yanxuan suddenly became silent. "... have eaten snake meat and mice?" Anping Yanxuan's voice is uncertain. "Ah? Ah..." Bai Mei is vague. "Have you eaten it raw?" "Uh... a..." "I think I should have a good life. How?" In the sub-voice, there is affirmation and remorse. Bai Mei rubbed against Anping Yanxuan, and in silence, he replied: "To be worthy, Xuanxuan. In order to stand back to the side, it is really a lot to pay for being able to be driven away in a fair and square way... Xuanxuan, are you interested in listening to a few years, what happened?" Anping Yanxuan was stiff, then relaxed, reached out and groped for a small piece of dry hard bread from the oiled paper bag, and put it into Bai Mei's hand. "Eat slowly, slowly... I really want to know, not only a few years, but also before... if you like." Bai Mei bowed his head and rubbed against Anping Yanxuan, laughing: "Yes, yes, eat while listening, eat while eating." "Hmm." "I know, a few years ago, I found my sister, but I can't remember those things when I was a child. Memory started from the red sleeve building. Many children are regarded as... children's upbringing, too, but there are some differences..."