7 p.m.
A strange smell wafted from the platform.
It's a strange smell, a mixture of the pungent smell of medicine, the meaty aroma of meat, and the foul odor of various offal.
The pan was bubbling and swirling with all sorts of ingredients and herbs.
Seeing that it was almost ready, Liu Sisi picked up a piece of liver, and with a gentle push of her chopsticks, it broke into two pieces.
She immediately took out several clean jars and began instructing everyone to get to work.
In fact, it was exactly the same procedure Ye Feng took when he rescued Qi Xiaoyan and the others.
Place the offal and pieces of *Tai Sui* (a type of fungus) into a jar, crush them into small pieces with a stick, and then mix in some broth.
Then just pour it down the patient's throat.
After feeding everyone, the group began to eat.
Liu Sisi picked up a piece of minced meat, took a small bite, chewed it a few times, and then frowned.
The taste wasn't very good; it didn't have much of a medicinal flavor, nor the aroma of the ingredients—it was quite ordinary.
She looked at Zhan Pengfei with a puzzled expression...
"Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor Zhan, are you sure this is Tai Sui meat? It tastes more like mushrooms to me."
Zhan Pengfei also tried a piece... and nodded.
"It's definitely true, this is Tai Sui. I asked my teacher about it when I was memorizing the Compendium of Materia Medica."
I've eaten it before, and it tastes just like king oyster mushroom.
Of course, the color and taste of Tai Sui vary depending on different geographical and growing environments.
The teacher also said... some of the Tai Sui (a type of rare fungus) taste like jelly.
Besides... the taste isn't important; the key is its nutritional value.
"Hmm." Liu Sisi didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, but as long as it could help the wounded recover quickly, it was a good thing.
She knew that even if only two pursuers remained, their fighting strength was beyond what they could currently contend with.
The daytime battle speaks for itself.
The unconscious wounded are the team's main fighting force; the current task is to wake them up as soon as possible.
Thinking about it, she put the remaining piece of Tai Sui meat from her chopsticks back into the pot.
"Since this stuff is so good, let's eat less and leave it all for the wounded."
"Feng and the others need to recover as soon as possible; the game is only one step away from completion."
Qi Xiaoyan took a sip of the meat soup and couldn't help but ask:
"What should we do next? Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan certainly won't give up easily."
With so many injured players on our team, this presents them with their best opportunity to attack.
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, knowing that the calamity was not yet completely over.
Even if only one person remains from the opposing side, they will still be in danger.
"I don't think they'll show up in the next couple of days," Liu Sisi said confidently.
"The pain from a bullet ant bite lasts for at least 24 hours; they don't come that quickly."
We need to be careful these next few days. When we go hunting, we need at least three people. Tomorrow, let's build the camp's walls and roof first.
Besides Mao Mao and Da Wang, we also take turns on duty at the sentry posts.
In short, we are the last line of defense protecting Brother Feng and the others. Until they wake up, we must be extremely careful.
"I'll take care of the construction." Zhan Pengfei confidently patted his chest. He loved construction and had learned a lot of skills from Ye Feng.
After listening to Liu Sisi's translation, Salla nodded repeatedly...
"Leave the hunting to us. Liya and I can guarantee that the adults will have fresh offal to eat every day."
"Then I'll take care of it."
"I'm standing...on guard duty!"
Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Liu Sisi didn't say anything more. Looking at the dark night around her, she smiled with satisfaction...
Perhaps this... is the meaning of companionship.
Meanwhile, 35 kilometers to their northwest—
Fifty or sixty figures were marching in a large group into the depths of the jungle.
They didn't have cameras overhead, but almost everyone had a flashlight and various other modern equipment.
There are bows and arrows, ropes, grappling hooks, slingshots, etc...
It's easy to tell from their predominantly brown skin that they are clearly local, civilized, and educated indigenous people.
However, they were all dressed in modern clothes, and the five black men in the lead were even wearing jungle boots.
Behind them... they were all carrying an AK47.
The leader was a Black man named Dato who wore a colorful headscarf and had long, center-parted black hair.
His slightly wavy hair fell naturally on both sides of his ears; it was hard to tell whether it was his natural hairstyle or because he hadn't washed it in a while.
They clumped together, like cheap dreadlocks.
The eyebrows are very thick and bushy, almost becoming straight eyebrows.
These people seemed to be completely unafraid of any poisonous insects or ferocious beasts; snakes, insects, and rodents would quickly avoid them upon seeing them.
The birds, which had already fallen asleep, were startled and began to chirp and chatter.
What's even stranger is that they mostly communicate with each other in English, and if it weren't for the fact that most of them have brown skin, you would think they were real modern people.
When they reached a grove of trees, the black man who was leading the group, named Dato, suddenly stopped and looked closely at the sky. He realized that it was now completely dark.
He gave a slight beckoning gesture to the Black man to his left...
"Dark, how much longer until we reach the depths of the jungle?"
The black man with sausage lips named Dak immediately pulled a map out of his backpack.
The map is very rudimentary, like a rough sketch drawn by a novice artist.
The map above only roughly depicts the landscape of mountains and rivers; it is extremely hasty and even inferior to the map Ye Feng used before.
But he looked at it carefully for a while before saying:
"It's about 30 kilometers away, and we're still about two kilometers away from the man-eating land."
What he called "man-eating land" was actually the local indigenous people's nickname for swamps.
"This speed is not good. How long will it take before we can finish?" Dato shook his head in frustration.
"Keep moving. We must reach the man-eating land tonight."
Upon hearing this, a bald black man to his right quickly advised him:
“Dark, we can’t go any further. There are too many poisonous insects at night, and it will be dangerous.”
“Takinu! I am the captain of this operation team. Do you want to disobey me?” As he spoke, Dark pulled out a black satellite phone with an antenna from his bag and handed it over.
This phone is very old, a bit like a mobile phone from the last century. The paint has peeled off quite a bit, and it's unclear how many years it has been used.
"Come on, why don't you go and ask the chief yourself?"
The black man named Takino quickly waved his hand and shook his head, without reaching out to take it.
"I...I was just suggesting it. The brothers have been walking all day and they're all exhausted."
"Hmph!" Dark snorted coldly, glanced at Takinu, then turned to the crowd behind him and said loudly:
"Brothers, our target this time is the entire Baijia tribe, where every woman is beautiful."
"They sell for $300 each! And we've already taken the chief's money; that woman named Salra must be brought back. Cheer up, everyone, two more kilometers."
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