The grim-faced person was approaching them, trying to sneak attack them, it screamed “Guer!” and jumped away with its friends.
Pounced, Shi Jun slumped down on the stone. He didn’t dare to sit for a long time, and walked over to squat by the stream and stretched out his hands to drink water, but he stopped without touching the water. He saw his reflection in the water, “Is this still me? Is this still a human? It’s a fucking devil!” Shi Jun was very depressed. He was afraid of hitting his hands in the water, splashing water on his face and body. Wet and cold, he covered his face with his cold hands, tears streaming down his fingers.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the leaves behind him were rustling. He turned his head subconsciously and saw that the wind was shaking withered branches. He was relieved, holding the cold stream in both hands and drank fiercely. A stomach. He cut the green grass by the water with a pig knife and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed hard. The bitter juice and saliva were swallowed by him. Suddenly, a little squirrel dragged a long tail and jumped over the stone in front of him. Shi Jun quickly skimmed the pig knife in his hand, unexpectedly hitting the little squirrel. The little squirrel fell sideways on the ground, and his two claws moved a few times. Shi Jun burst into ecstasy, and rushed over, grabbing the little squirrel three times and peeling it off.