The Dust of History _ Zhiqiu _ txt Novel Paradise

The pursuer did not pursue him with all his might. This is not a chase, the hunter does not want to catch up with him as soon as possible, and then risk injury and a desperate beast to bite each other. This is hunting, chasing the prey all the time, letting the prey gradually weaken in fear and desperate escape, and then coming back when it is very sure, killing him like a mouse, cutting off his head. Whether it was physical factors or the ability to survive in this swampy forest, he could not get rid of the hunt. This is clear to both pursuers and fugitives. During these three days, Asa pretended to run away as the hunters wanted to see. Physical strength is also declining as rapidly as a real escape. If you can't make a fire, you won't have enough food. Eating the flesh of any animal raw in the lizard swamp is a death wish. For the human body, the parasites inside are deadly enough. Instead, you can only look for some non-toxic insects to eat raw. Although the animal's blood is safe and can be supplemented slightly, it is not enough to cope with the loss of sweat and physical strength caused by a large amount of exercise. The scarcity of salt and food has almost reached the limit of endurance, and the illusion of truth laid in these three days must be ended by an action that can not make any mistakes. As luck would have it, three nonvenomous worms were quickly found on the surrounding grass and shrubs. It's the size of a finger, and it flips vigorously from side to side on the hand. He pinched his head with his fingers,coltan ore processing, then slowly strangled it, and the green excrement was squeezed out. Force can not be too heavy to squeeze the body of the insect, so that the nutritious juice splashes, but also to try to discharge the possible toxic feces, this is a very sophisticated craft, after a few days of use, Asa has been very skilled. The tender flesh of the worm soon became a thick paste between the teeth,gold cil machine, and the greasy bitterness swirled on the taste buds like the air of the swamp sticking to the skin. Asa grinds carefully with his teeth and searches carefully with his tongue for larger pieces of meat that have not been missed, ensuring that all the worms can be reduced to the smallest possible units for easy digestion. Every drop of nutrition is precious, is the next motivation, the hope of living. He dug a hole about a foot in the ground with a knife and buried the body of the mountain mouse. Every time he killed an animal in these three days, he would spare precious physical strength to bury the body. He put the knife on his back, examined himself carefully, leveled every protuberance of his clothes as far as possible, stepped cautiously on the mound where the mountain mouse had just been buried like a careful sentry on a narrow platform, and then slowly crouched down and lay down like a huge deformed worm, slowly moving towards a pool of sewage beside him. He focused all his attention on this ugly movement, carefully controlling every muscle on his body, so that his body could stretch as far as possible to the ground, gold heap leaching ,tin beneficiation plant, leaving no conspicuous marks on the soft mud. Any movement out of control and uncoordinated, will make three days of scheming completely in vain. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, slowly sliding into the chest-high sewage, without splashing the sewage at all. The weight of the knife was just enough to keep him from floating and moving the mud at the bottom of the water in the direction of his memory. The pool of sewage led to a temporary river formed by the rainy season, and he had come here deliberately, and had chosen the terrain to bury the bodies, all in the plan. There was a slight pain in a few places on the body, and the leech was on the body. Asa ignored it, sucked enough blood, they would let go of their mouths, reluctantly pulled back to the point where the sucker would remain in the skin and cause infection, and now the most important thing was to dive as far as possible before the next breath. I re-examined every detail in my mind. There is no flaw, and the great joy of being born arises spontaneously. Now the only problem is the body of the mountain mouse, which must be decomposed enough to give off a certain smell before the pursuers come. I just need a rotten luck now. Asa, who paddled his limbs like a scavenger lizard, prayed ferociously on the mud deposited by the decay. In the afternoon, the rare sun showed its face in the lizard swamp. The sunlight fell in bits and pieces cut by the branches. The wet ground turned the corpse of the sun into a curtain that swirled between the branches of the trees and the ground. In this hot and humid curtain, all the life in the swamp grows fast and dies fast for the growth of other life, and even the fast life seems to be full of vitality. Chasers watch silently as a horde of scavenger lizards fight gleefully over the carcass of a mountain mouse. He hated the smell of slime on these ugly scavengers, which was too strong for his keen sense of smell. One of the larger lizards triumphantly snatched the body and turned to run away, while the others immediately swarmed and disappeared into the woods, leaving only a dug pit and traces all over the ground. As far as humans are concerned, this prey is quite good, with good speed, agility and strength. The Chaser is very interested and quite sure to kill him in a head-on battle. However, it is not enough to be quite sure. This is not a battlefield, but a hunt, which gradually evolves from a considerable grasp to a sufficient grasp. Since yesterday, the footprints have gradually become weak and superficial. Now, the hunter feels that he has enough confidence. But it's also a strange prey. Although they were indeed being chased, the footprints did not show the disorder and panic that the hunted prey should have. There was a strange firmness in the feeble pace, which was not a blind flight for life, but something else hidden in it. During these three days, he did a good job of covering up his whereabouts, but he made a foolish mistake all the time-burying the dead body of the animal that had drunk blood. This is completely counterproductive, and the lizard will dig up the corpse and eat it for the smell of decay. Chasers almost always have to follow the stench of a large group of lizards. Incomprehensible mentality, stupid mistakes, there seems to be a connection between the two, which makes the hunter feel a little strange. But it was only strange, and after catching up,Portable gold trommel, killing, and cutting off the head, there was nothing strange about it. No animal can escape its tracks in this swampy jungle. The Chaser has absolute confidence in this. Absolutely. ore-magnetic-mining.com