According to the original procedure, we should have waited another half hour.

But Ye Feng couldn't wait any longer.

Although he hasn't encountered any pursuers yet, he knows that they must be rushing towards him at top speed.

Therefore, we must immediately develop poison arrows in case we encounter them on the river.

The only weapon available was the bow and arrow.

As a seasoned user of bows and arrows, he naturally understood…

This thing is powerful, but if the opponent is prepared, it's still very difficult to hit them.

Especially in the jungle, there are just too many things to cover you.

Therefore, applying poison is necessary; even just a small scratch signifies the end of the battle.

This can greatly improve the fault tolerance rate, and strengthening it is very necessary.

Ye Feng looked at the brown liquid inside the skull, weighed it briefly, and estimated it to be about 200 grams.

I took a sniff, and the smell was a bit strange, very similar to some kind of Chinese medicine I had drunk before.

He immediately placed the skull on the stove and began to boil it.

This stuff needs to be simmered over low heat, just like making soup; they have a similar effect.

Even though he didn't know exactly how many chemical components were in it, he was certain that simmering over low heat was a chemical reaction process and that he should not rush it.

While waiting, he had everyone take turns rowing, while those resting sat on either side, each with binoculars to scout the banks.

Since we're not far from the shore, having a telescope will make things much clearer.

Fortunately, their previous efforts were not in vain. They were already quite far ahead, and they had rowed for a long time.

The pursuers clearly haven't caught up yet.

An hour passed peacefully, and before we knew it, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, everyone on the raft was wearing a mask and stood at the edge of the two rafts, covering their mouths and noses, their faces full of disgust.

The expression on his face was exactly the same as when he was avoiding the miasma yesterday.

Ye Feng was the only one who kept gagging as he fiddled with the skull pot in the shed.

Even Mao Mao and Da Wang, who are usually inseparable from Ye Feng, distanced themselves from him and hid in the arms of Liu Sisi and Qi Xiaoyan.

This scene is not an exaggeration at all. After simmering over low heat for nearly two hours, the brown liquid did indeed undergo a chemical reaction.

A pungent and nauseating smell assaulted everyone's nasal passages.

Strangely, the smell was not at all like a foul odor; it was just pure, extreme stench.

They felt that the strange smell was even more intense than miasma, both stimulating and pungent.

The smoke even has a faint bitter taste, which goes straight to the respiratory tract and brain nerves.

One whiff of it gives me an uncontrollable nausea.

Ye Feng had vomited several times, and his stomach was empty, but he still couldn't stop dry heaving.

He was wearing a mask and had his collar covering his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't help feeling nauseous.

This looks a bit ridiculous...

However, he was actually very happy.

Because he could smell alkaloids in that pungent, strange smell.

Most alkaloids have a bitter smell.

Considering the rapid lethality of the venom, Ye Feng guessed that the alkaloids in it were most likely diterpenoid alkaloids, also known as aconitine.

This is a potent neurotoxin, and it shares many similarities with tetrodotoxin.

Just a few milligrams are enough to make an adult unable to move within one minute and die within three minutes.

The general reaction is muscle dysfunction, rapid heartbeat, and difficulty breathing.

He eventually died from respiratory center paralysis and cardiac arrhythmia.

At this point, the brown liquid in the skull pot was long gone, leaving only a pool of black, viscous substance bubbling continuously under the high temperature.

It looks like loose silt from a swamp or asphalt used for road repairs.

The white skull pot bottom was now covered with a layer of black toxins.

Ye Feng held a wooden stick in one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, slowly stirring it.

He looks like an inventor creating biological weapons.

The stronger the odor, the more potent the toxicity, which is a good thing.

After a few minutes, Ye Feng smelled it and found that the aroma had almost reached its limit, so he decided not to continue.

He carefully removed the skull, and looking at the pool of poisonous black mud, a sinister grin spread across his face. A fierce determination welled up inside him…

"Hehe... You like chasing me, don't you? Let's see what grand welcome gift I've prepared for you."

These things should be enough to send you to meet your God…”

A moment later, after the temperature had cooled down slightly, he waved to the crowd.

"Alright, everyone get back to work, this poison will dry."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately took out their quivers and began to apply poison to their arrowheads.

Seeing that Ye Feng had actually turned the originally slightly poisonous tree bark fragments into a highly toxic substance, Zhan Pengfei was filled with admiration.

Brother Feng's knowledge is truly vast...

With the combined efforts of eight people, all ninety-three arrows were coated in less than 10 minutes.

Ye Feng also applied the remaining poison to the blowgun darts and some of the spikes on Zhan Pengwu's spiked club.

The arrowhead, coated with venom, had now turned completely black.

It looks extremely dangerous...

Tang Weiwei examined the arrow carefully and couldn't help but ask:

"Ye Feng, do you think this poison... can really be preserved for a week?"

His words were clearly tinged with doubt, but Ye Feng shook his head noncommittally.

"That's how it was introduced when I watched the video."

Once the toxin dries, it forms a thin, film-like layer. It's said that this slows down the toxin's evaporation.

Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities to try later.

The group placed the arrows inside the shed to dry naturally, and then took turns rowing.

It didn't rain in the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. Wherever their raft went, birdsong filled the air.

Ye Feng and his companions saw many rare birds, and even the red-fronted parrot was a rare sight.

The warm sunlight shone throughout the forest, and the mist brought by the rain was blown away, creating a breathtaking scene.

Everyone was deeply moved. They couldn't help but observe the birds flying around them.

To be fair, while the Amazon is dangerous, its scenery is truly unparalleled.

But the moment Ye Feng saw the red-fronted parrot, his eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

Bear Grylls once said…

Be careful when you see flocks of red parrots deep in the Amazon.

Because you are likely already in the deepest part of the Amazon, or about to enter it.

This is the heart of the Amazon, the true primeval rainforest.

Many strange and deadly creatures inhabit this place.

The saying that an average person wouldn't survive more than three hours in the Amazon is referring to this place.

"Stop looking, it's just a bird, haven't you seen one before? Row the boat properly, and once we cross this ditch, we'll enter the main river."

"After rowing another two kilometers, we'll probably reach where we need to disembark."