Chapter 15 Cold

Sneak over, draw the bow, aim, and shoot!

Whoosh!

The arrow string trembled, and the arrow flew through the air. The instantaneous acceleration created a lightning-fast effect in a short distance.

"Guaa~~"

The call of a bullfrog suddenly changed, extremely shrill and cruel.

The frogs were shocked, jumped up one after another, and scattered.

Fang Zhixing's mouth curled up slightly. For some reason, the bullfrogs seemed to be very less vigilant after the rain, which made him easily miss the opportunity.

"Hit!"

The little dog was ready to go, and rushed out.

But Fang Zhixing's face suddenly changed, and he transmitted a voice: "It's dangerous, don't go!"

"Ah?!"

The little dog was startled, braked suddenly, hit his mouth on the ground, turned over, and fell like a dog eating shit.

Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank fiercely.

I only saw a black shadow suddenly flying down from the big tree next to the shallows, opening its bloody mouth and biting a bullfrog jumping in the air.

The black shadow was more than three meters long and as thick as a bucket. Its body was covered with black and white scales, which were densely packed. Its mouth was huge and its fangs were terrifying.

What a terrible python!

A mid-air bite, so fierce!

The python swallowed the bullfrog in one bite, and its tail swung in the air, knocking down two jumping bullfrogs, knocking them unconscious on the ground, and swallowing them easily.

Then, the python noticed the bullfrog that was pierced by an arrow on the ground, with an arrow in its abdomen and blood flowing.

It paused for a moment, then opened its mouth and bit its head, pulling it back.

Swish!

The bullfrog's abdomen passed through the arrow, was torn in half, and entered the python's stomach.

Too brutal!

Fang Zhixing and Xigou were terrified. They immediately huddled up, dodged, and retreated.

However, in the blink of an eye, all the bullfrogs nearby had run away. The python turned its head and suddenly stared at the tiptoeing Xigou.

"Fuck!"

Xigou was terrified and ran away.

The python lowered its head and crawled on the ground, just like a cheetah running wildly.

"Shoot it!"

Xigou screamed in fear.

Without him shouting, Fang Zhixing had already turned around and shot an arrow.

The arrow flew through the air towards the python, hit its back, and bounced off with a bang.

It was like shooting at a metal shield.

"Can't shoot it?!"

Fang Zhixing was awed, but this arrow made the python turn around and pounce on the arrow that bounced out.

Fang Zhixing and Xigou rolled and crawled away.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo~~"

At the edge of the forest, a man and a dog were panting like cows, lying in the mud, exhausted and struggling to move a finger.

Soon, it rained again.

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The night sky rose, and the rain poured down.

Amid the rumbling thunder, Fang Zhixing and the dog struggled through the mud and returned to Funiu Village in the rain.

Their steps were heavy, and their legs felt like they were filled with lead.

When they walked to the entrance of the village, they looked up!

The tired faces of the man and the dog suddenly changed color.

At the entrance of the village, they saw an old woman hanging on a big tree, with disheveled hair, stripped clothes, covered with wounds, and a miserable death.

"She is Aunt Song!"

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and knew at a glance that this was the masterpiece of the old village chief.

Eat up the whole family!

Eat people without spitting out bones!

All the money and grain of the Song family should have fallen into the hands of the old village chief.

Seeing this, Xigou said in a deep voice: "Good people don't live long these days!"

Fang Zhixing said nothing, went home, and immediately made a fire to bake his wet clothes to warm himself up.

"A-choo!"

Xigou sneezed suddenly.

Fang Zhixing was about to say something to him, but he also sneezed and his nose was running.

"Gurgle~"

The stomachs of the man and the dog were growling again, and they were so hungry.

Fang Zhixing didn't care to think too much, and took the bullfrog out of the broken bamboo basket, and sighed speechlessly: "I've been tossing around all day, and I only got this little food."

Put it on the fire and roast it.

Xigou got a frog leg, and the rest of the big pieces naturally belonged to Fang Zhixing.

"Too little, not enough to eat."

Xigou was still not satisfied and complained.

Fang Zhixing was so tired that he was too lazy to talk, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Woke up.

When Fang Zhixing opened his eyes, he suddenly felt a sore throat, as if someone was pricking his throat with a needle.

He wanted to sit up, but he felt dizzy and sore all over. He touched his forehead and it was hot.

"Oh my god, I have a cold and a fever!"

Fang Zhixing cried out in his heart, got out of bed, walked to the water tank, scooped a bowl of cold water to drink, and relieved the sore throat.

"Fang Zhixing, I feel so bad."

Suddenly, the groaning sound of the dog came.

Fang Zhixing looked down and found that the dog was lying sideways, listless, with a pool of vomit beside him.

"Are you sick too?"

Fang Zhixing's face became uglier and uglier, and he said speechlessly: "You caught a cold and infected me."

Xigou was not convinced: "Nonsense, it's obviously you who caught a cold and infected me!"

Fang Zhixing cursed in frustration: "Dog flu!"

Xigou shouted: "You have an abortion, you have an abortion!"

"Enough, you talk too much!" Fang Zhixing was in a bad mood and pushed open the door unhappily. It was still drizzling outside and the yard was full of water.

The village was very quiet, and the birds were no longer singing.

Fang Zhixing thought about it and suddenly asked Xigou: "I heard that if a dog is sick, it will find herbs to eat by itself. Can you do that?"

After hearing this, Xigou got up and tilted his head in surprise, saying, "Is this true? I still have this skill?"

Fang Zhixing said, "Try it quickly."

Xigou then stepped out of the door, and Fang Zhixing followed behind. The man and the dog entered the woods and looked for grass everywhere.

Every time they encountered wild grass, Xigou would run over to smell it.

Fang Zhixing picked some wild vegetables by the way.

"Fang Zhixing, this grass!" Xigou suddenly called out.

Fang Zhixing went over to take a look. It was a bright green wild grass with heart-shaped leaves, rough upper surface with scattered coarse hairs, and densely interwoven white cotton hairs on the lower surface.

"What kind of grass is this?"

Xigou didn't know this kind of grass, but he felt that eating this kind of grass would be good for him.

Fang Zhixing knew it, and replied: "It should be 'ramie', which is a herb with the functions of clearing heat and promoting diuresis, calming the fetus and stopping bleeding, and detoxifying."

Xigou suddenly realized and pondered: "I almost forgot that your mother was seriously ill before and drank a lot of Chinese medicine, all of which were boiled by you."

Fang Zhixing didn't want to talk about this topic, so he picked a dozen leaves, returned home, boiled water to drink, and ate some wild vegetables to fill his stomach.

Afterwards, while the rain was getting lighter, the two of them took hunting tools and went out hunting despite being sick.

There was no way!

If you don't want to die of starvation or illness, you have to fight hard.

The man and the dog walked out of the house and were about to leave the village. Suddenly, they saw a chicken passing by.