In our bodies, there is a kind of bug parasitized, which will absorb the nutrients in our blood, suck us dry and squeeze us all before finding another host.

I am not exaggerating. There are such parasites in each of us, but some are not harmful to our bodies, while others are very serious.

After we entered the bottom of the Duanlong Canyon, Riura and Zhuomaji picked some fat and brightly colored mushrooms to make soup. A kind of white bug parasitized in the bats that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes. These bugs crawled out through the host's belly, making my scalp numb.

I wouldn't touch all the wild ingredients here, and I also wanted to convince my companions not to eat wild ingredients. After hearing this, Dewang looked down on it and said: "Here, the dry food we carry is limited. If you only eat dry food, I'm afraid you can't even get out of here!"

I looked towards Stern and asked for his opinion.

Strictly neither opposes me nor supports me. He just gave me an iron windproof lighter and said, "You may be able to use it in the future!"

Seeing them eating grilled black fish, although I was very greedy, I still held back and used tsampa as beef jerky to satisfy my hunger, and then drank some butter tea.

After eating and drinking, Dewang stood up and said to us: "Our main task today is to walk along the stream and quickly retrieve the lost horses and supplies, otherwise we will have to return the same route!"

It was getting darker, and he and Namudacuo were leading the way. I followed behind with a black kirin wrapped in gauze. Zhuomaji and Ripu still had to take care of Alimishe, and this crazy woman was unwilling to move forward again.

After walking nearly ten miles forward, scattered supplies appeared by the stream. After picking up and opening them, I found that it was a box of machine gun bullets.

Dewang was overjoyed and continued to search and found a broken wooden box, which contained our dry food tsampa and barley wine. However, some of the stainless steel iron pots that served the barley wine had been deformed, while others had leaked the wine.

"Since our supplies are lost here, our horses must be nearby!" Dewang expressed affirmatively, and then searched forward, and at the same time, he shouted "Dede" in his mouth, hoping to shout back the lost horses nearby.

He pointed to a grayish-white thing in the stream and asked Dewang: "Captain Wangde, what is that thing?" We also followed his fingers and looked. The grayish-white thing still had a mane on it. Could it be our horse?

Dewang immediately signaled Namudacuo, and he took off the iron rod and hooked it to the thing.

When Namudasou picked a horsepie out of the stream, Alimishe squatted on the ground in fright, and Riura and Zhuomaji hurriedly held guns to guard.

The black fish in the stream were covered with fine fangs and must be carnivorous creatures. Our pony must have accidentally entered the stream and only one skin was left after these fish.

Namudacuo threw the horse skin on the ground and then picked it open with an iron rod. The horse skin was indeed a group of black fish and black crayfish. It was densely packed, like a harvest pulled up from a net.

"Now we have grilled fish again!" Yan Li showed a happy expression, but quickly asked me: "Will there be crayfish here?"

Dewang and the others didn't know the crayfish at all, so they asked Yan Li: "What's this?"

I couldn't help but wonder: Are crayfish growing on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?

Strictly introduce to everyone: "This animal is called crayfish. It is roasted on the fire or thrown into a pan and fryed. It is fragrant and crispy and nutritious!"

Dewang then ordered: "Come on quickly, let's continue to look for the remaining horses!"

If we go late, we are afraid that the remaining horses will encounter unexpected problems.

As we saw more and more scattered supplies along the way, the biggest loss was food. Without food, we had to eat wild animals and wild vegetables.

In front of the waterfall, we were all exhausted, and Dewang ordered to camp here today.

We searched for a day but couldn't find a horse. Zhuomaji and Ripu quickly collected hay and ate branches to form a bonfire. They took out the horse's skins, shook out the black fish and crayfish inside, and cooked them in an enamel pot.

Dewang was a little anxious and kept cursing something in Tibetan.

I put down the black kirin. The mastiff was more than 100 kilograms. I hugged it for a day, but my arms were so sore that I could never lift it up again.

He grilled the black fish seriously and handed me one, but I shook my head and refused. He brought the enamel pot with a fiery red lobster inside. I still shook my head and said, "I don't want to eat now, I just want to sleep!"

He said: "Even if you want to sleep, you have to eat enough before going to bed!"

I took out the last ball of tsampa from my pocket. After eating it slowly, I drank some hot water, wrapped it in felt, and rested on the rock cliff.

This day was indeed very tiring, but I couldn't rest. After my soul and body separated, I hurried down the waterfall.

We quickly found the skeleton pyramid along the stream, and then visited it and asked some confused questions. My first question was: Can the things here be eaten?

The tower master who claimed to be the heavenly general Nayong replied slowly: "In the eyes of the real warriors, everything in the world is food that can satisfy hunger and continue life."

I hurriedly asked again: "Can our horses and the supplies we carried on our horses still be retrieved?"

The other party did not answer, the skull shook left and right, and a black snake crawled out from inside and sneaked into the stream.

"Then will you let us pass here?" My last question.

The other party began to remain silent. I asked it for other questions, but it refused to reply. I had to leave, wander around, and involuntarily came to Jishui Pond. The black dragon entrenched in the middle was still there, staring at me with big eyes and sticking out his tongue.

I ignored it and returned to the campsite.

Since I only saw my lost supplies along the stream, but I couldn't find the lost horses, I'm afraid these short horses will be in danger.

When I came under the waterfall, I saw the lights on both sides of the cliff again, which amazed me.

"The shadow of the sky is silent, and everything appears faintly; what is faintly emerged: the treasure-covered pearl-pattern is the golden body and Dharma image."

This sentence is also a passage from the poem I read. When my soul rose to the top of the waterfall, I saw the lights in the camp, someone was calling my name loudly, and the crying of women.

I hurriedly returned to my body, opened my eyes, and said to me sternly: "Xiao Yuan, hurry up and rescue Zhuomaji, he is sick!"

Zhuomaji rolled on the ground with his abdomen. I used the light on Dewang's head to see Zhuomaji's face turned golden. I hurriedly opened the medicine box, took out a calming stick, injected the patient's muscles, calmed him down, and then checked him.

After opening Zhuomaji's hidden robe and exposing his belly, I pressed his abdomen and found that he had signs of "plate-shaped abdomen".

Dewang was also surprised and asked me: "Yousheng, is he seriously ill?"

I didn't answer. When I closed my eyes, I saw a large number of white insects squirming in Zhuomaji's body. I couldn't help but want to vomit. After opening my eyes, I saw that there were already squirming under Zhuomaji's belly. I was afraid that Zhuomaji would soon be like a black bat, and was penetrated by the insects and died.

I can't do anything about parasites for the time being, especially those in the active stage. There is a shortage of medical treatment and medicine here. I can only hope that our constitution is strong and can dissolve all the parasites in our bodies.
Chapter completed!