Now another problem is before me: the northern cliff face is getting close to the road we came from.
Now I need to make a choice: whether to go up the cliff or down.
If we made the right choice, we'll be fortunate enough to quickly find the path we came by along the northern cliff.
Conversely, if we choose the wrong path, we can still find the way we came, but the price is that we would have to circle the entire bottom of the sinkhole to have any chance of finding that path.
The sinkhole was estimated based on the upper part, but the lower part was completely shrouded in clouds and mist, so I'm not sure how big the bottom is.
If we take the wrong turn, it's not impossible that we'll spend a day or two getting lost. This would put us in a precarious situation, like eggs on a frying pan, constantly subjected to pressures and hardships several times greater than those outside.
In just a few short hours, the dangers here have already nearly killed us.
Even if we survive a day or two of this, the extreme pressure would probably drive us crazy.
I wanted to get some answers from the young indigenous people, to see if they had any local, unorthodox methods that could help us find the way we came.
But when I used gestures to express my meaning to the young indigenous people, the result was that I could only shake my head and smile wryly. I had overestimated the indigenous people.
When the young local man saw me asking him this question, he simply shrugged and said that he didn't know what to do either, and that he would definitely listen to me and go wherever I went.
I've somehow become the backbone of this local tribesman, who's now even more lost than I am.
He was quite surprised to see that I had found this cliff by simply carving on trees the whole way.
The young indigenous people knew that even if their entire tribe were to search this forest like a hunting beast, it would take them at least half a day to find their way out, and that was a very conservative estimate.
As for the route I mentioned, in the eyes of the indigenous people, unless one is as familiar with the local terrain as the high priest, it would be impossible to find it.
Otherwise, this path is like looking for a needle in a haystack; it's better to find a new path instead.
Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you find the cliff face without getting lost, which would probably make the high priest frown from head to toe.
So now, in the eyes of the young indigenous people, I am a true god, and only a god could find the location of this cliff so accurately in such a short time.
I'm feeling really overwhelmed right now. One wrong choice and we could all be finished. But I'm not the kind of person who likes to gamble with my fate.
If you randomly choose a path and the survival rate is 50%, what do you think of that? I certainly don't think so.
I don't like gambling; playing it safe and maintaining stability is the key to my survival in this land for so long. There must be some way to break this deadlock; I need to think about it carefully.
I crouched against the cliff face, trying to relax as much as possible, and rhythmically tapped my fingers on a rock on the ground.
At this moment, I feel as if I'm facing not a dangerous place, but a quiet and elegant coffee shop.
I know that it is precisely in times like these that I must first calm myself down; impatience will only become a devil that blinds me.
The principle that one wrong step can lead to total defeat is something that must be tested with one's life here.
I can't afford to lose, and I mustn't lose.
I started to review every detail of my time here, starting from the very beginning when we came out of the tribe's cave.
Because we were in a hurry, we didn't know the exact location and just followed Top all the way here.
They then tracked down the deer blood and followed the trail to the edge of the sinkhole, where they nearly fell in.
Then we found a path leading down to the sinkhole, and along the way we encountered a giant dragonfly, which I killed.
After we descended to the bottom of the sinkhole, we successfully received a response from Pat using our survival whistle. Led by Top, we found the injured Pat and the deer that had fallen to its death.
Then we encountered an attack by a swarm of giant mosquitoes. We went into the water to take cover and started firing back, driving away a large number of giant mosquitoes.
The appearance of the giant archerfish scared away the swarm of giant mosquitoes, and then the deinosuchus went into the water to prey on the giant archerfish.
We ran for our lives, constantly shooting at the swarms of giant mosquitoes chasing us, which prevented them from catching up.
Because the shotgun blasts had been firing non-stop the whole way, like firecrackers, the wild animals were scared away and fled to even more distant places. We...
etc!
Thinking about this, I suddenly stopped my train of thought. Here I extracted a key variable: the beast!
Yes, that's right! It's the wild beasts; they are the variables in this process. We can find the true way back by looking at these wild beasts that have undergone changes!
Thinking about this, my hands trembled with excitement.
There's always a way out; I've found a way to break this deadlock!
"Top, listen carefully, where the bird calls are more concentrated," I said to Top, while imitating the sounds of several birds to him.
Previously, most of the birds near the pond had been scared away by the gunshots, and now the frightened flocks will definitely gather together for safety.
So the flocks of birds that we scared away will converge in two places. One is in the direction of our previous path, and the other is deeper into the jungle.
Now I'm certain we've arrived at the foot of the northern cliff, and it's definitely closer to where we came from than it is further into the forest.
Now, all we need to do is let Top, with his excellent hearing, determine which direction the bird calls are more concentrated; that will be the direction of the nearest downhill path we've taken!
This didn't stump Top, and he quickly understood what I meant.
To make his judgment more accurate, Top even climbed a tree and began to listen to the birdsong from different directions in the forest.
Top quickly obtained an accurate result: he found that the bird calls were significantly more densely packed upwards along the cliff face than downwards.
Top immediately pointed confidently upwards from the tree and squeaked at me.
Overjoyed, I praised Top, "Well done, Top!"
After calling Top down, we continued our journey upwards along the cliff face.
We've found the road, but we still can't be careless. As I mentioned before, the gunshots have scared the birds and animals in the area around the pool into the areas above and below.
Theoretically, the density of wild animals in our current location should be greater, and the probability of us encountering them should also increase.
These uncertainties also threaten our safety. The species here cannot be understood using common sense; a moment of carelessness could be fatal.
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