Chapter 994
Chapter 994: A Wild Boar (2)_1
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They all suffered some injuries, but none were serious, and none were life-threatening.
Three days later, at dawn.
Flossie Wright crawled out of the temporary shelter she had constructed.
Under normal circumstances, she could spend a night on a tree trunk, waiting for the next day’s dawn.
But, that was because she was busy.
Now, surviving in the wilderness, she would hasten her pace for a while, and before dusk, she would take time to build her own shelter.
All sorts of shelters.
On the ground, in the trees, in caves...
As long as she wanted, she could easily find the best sanctuary.
Jungle, wilderness, desert, Ice Mountain, islands — she had been to them all, it was like personal training. In deserted places, she could not only hone her survival instincts but also her determination.
However, each trip to those places lasted at least ten days to half a month, or at most a couple of months.
The troubling thing was, she liked to wander around, visiting different countries and making all kinds of friends.
Thus, she had neglected too many matters of the Mercenary Corps...
She had often been scolded by Daisy Deacon.
Flossie Wright always felt that without the sharp-tongued but kind-hearted Daisy Deacon, their group would disintegrate like a loose pile of sand.
Because Erina Taylor couldn’t be kept in one place.
The Forces was the place where she had stayed the longest, and she thought she would continue to stay for some time in the future.
There was half a rabbit left from last night’s catch; Flossie Wright had wrapped it in a large leaf and now took it out in the morning to roast it over the fire again, smearing it with a layer of fine salt and eating it directly for breakfast.
In such a rugged and perilous jungle, she needed enough energy.
No matter whether the rabbit was overcooked or tough, as long as it was cooked, she would eat it directly.
Even if it was her own cooking, she didn’t want to eat more than necessary if it tasted this bad.
After breakfast, she extinguished the fire.
Flossie Wright determined the correct direction based on the surrounding vegetation and promptly navigated through the jungle with agility.
By noon, Maxwell Moore had picked some edible food, which served as her lunch.
In the jungle, as long as you have a certain amount of knowledge, you could die from falling, getting bitten, freezing, or disease, but the only thing that won’t happen is dying of hunger.
She was familiar with the way of survival here.
Moving forward, for her, was simply a piece of cake.
Meanwhile—
Becca Reyes was struggling to move through the thicket.
Clasping a stick as a crutch, she was faced with a dense tangle of disorderly shrubs and vines. The sky above was obscured by the interlaced trees and leaves, with just a few beams of sunlight penetrating through, making the road beneath her feet marginally visible.
Looking around, everywhere was pristine, untouched jungle.
Cold sweat trickled down Becca Reyes’s forehead.
She labored to clear the path with a dagger, inching her way out bit by bit.
Her arm was injured, gashed on a rock while climbing, a long scar that had stopped bleeding but was in danger of infection due to the constant moisture and high humidity here.
She knew there were plants in the jungle that could be used for disinfection, but she hadn’t studied them carefully, and couldn’t find the plants, so she could only watch helplessly as her wound became infected and inflamed.
Infection, fever.
She had come to an extremely difficult stretch of the forest.
If she could cover a kilometer in an hour, she would be grateful.
After moving about ten meters, Becca Reyes took a long, deep breath, then looked up at the sky and couldn’t help but start to hesitate.
Should she persevere?
— End of Chapter 994 —