It was the first time the child saw a human being in so many days, and his excitement could not be calmed down. Let Shan Ming roar twice, but he cried louder and louder, as if he was holding a life-saving straw.

Shan Ming was worried that his crying loudly attracted the deadly thing, and he grabbed the child's hair roughly and pressed his head into the water.

The child drank several sips of water before he brought it up to Shan Ming. Shan Ming looked at him fiercely, "You can try calling again."

The child was frightened and never dared to make any noise again.

Shan Ming clamped him under his armpit and went to the shore, then threw him on the dry grass, looking at the washed-out child, half-squatted down, and looked at him carefully.

The child looked at him in fear.

Shan Ming asked: "How old are you?"

The child said tremblingly, "Five...years."

"Why are you here?"

When the child mentioned this, tears came out, "The plane... the plane fell down."

Oh? The plane crash? Shan Ming raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that this child was not sure whether it was a blessing or a misfortune. He did not die in the plane crash, but was left alone in the primeval forest.

Shan Ming collapsed on the ground with some exhaustion, took a few breaths, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What's going on with those wolves?"

When the wolf was mentioned, the child became even more afraid and said with tears in his eyes, "They want to eat me."

"Barring nonsense, you are just walking canned food. It would be strange if they don't want to eat it, but why are those wolves dead?"

The child's eyes were filled with confusion. He thought for a long time and shook his head, "I don't know, I'm very scared. They want to eat me, and I don't remember anything."

Shan Ming thought he could know what was going on from his mouth, but he didn't expect that he would become even more confused after listening.

These wolves were originally going to attack the child, but the child did not eat it, but was eaten by other beasts. As a result, the child escaped from their mouths?

The more Shan Ming thought about it, the more confused he became. He thought that the only thing that could connect the whole thing was that the child bit the wolf to death, but the explanation was even more nonsense.

He was too lazy to continue thinking, his stomach was so hungry that he screamed. Now nothing is more important than eating.

He pulled out his dagger from his boots and stood up.

The child shrank back in fear.

Shan Mingli ignored him and walked back, intending to cut his wolf meat.

Unexpectedly, the child who was afraid of him suddenly stood up and followed him closely.

Shan Ming glanced at him behind him.

The child whispered, "Don't leave me."

Shan Ming sneered, "I have no obligation to take you with you. If you can keep up, you can follow." After that, he walked into the bushes.

The child hesitated for a moment and ran over.

The tragic death of the three wolf scared the child to the point of pale face. He unconsciously grabbed Shan Ming's pants.

Shan Ming kicked him away, "Don't get in the way." After saying that, he squatted down and stabbed him into the wolf's hip bone, groping the place where the flesh and blood were connected, so as to cut the flesh.

The child screamed in shock and walked out several steps away.

Shan Ming grabbed the wolf leg, shook the dagger and cut it hard. Finally, he cut one of the wolf leg off, then threw it at the child's feet, "Hold it."

The child screamed and almost sat on the ground.

Shan Ming glanced at him, "Do you want to starve to death? Just take it if you don't want to." After that, he lowered his head and cut off his other thigh.

He removed four wolf legs and felt that it had been enough for him to eat for three or five days before he stopped breathing.

When I turned my head and saw that the child was still standing there at a loss, not daring to move.

Shan Ming picked up the three wolf legs in his hand, walked up to him, and looked at him condescendingly, "This wolf legs on the ground are your next food. If you don't take it, you will wait to starve to death. I will not distribute my own food to you."

The child raised his neck and looked at Shan Ming with great difficulty, his eyes full of prayer and anxiety.

Shan Ming ignored him and walked to a dry place with his wolf's legs.

The child stood there, looking at the bloody wolf leg at his feet, feeling disgusted. His thin fist clenched and loosened, loose and clenched, and finally squatted down and gently touched it with his hands.

The thick and hard hair and sticky plasma burned his hand like charcoal. The child retracted his hand in horror and trembled all over.

He couldn't help but look back, hoping that Shan Ming would find out with conscience and come to help him. As a result, he saw Shan Ming walking forward without looking back, completely ignoring his intention.

The child turned his head away with tears in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and cruelly picked up the bloody wolf leg, and ran towards Shan Ming while crying.

He knew that no matter how fierce or terrifying that person was, he was the only person here, and he instinctively wanted to follow him closely.

Shan Ming was so hungry that his eyes turned blue. He really wanted to hold the wolf's legs and chew it like this. But he was still a little rational. When he cut the wolf's legs, he saw that the wolf's wound had gathered many insects. It had begun to rot. It was difficult to swallow raw meat. If he was infected with any bacteria, it would be very far from death.

He put the precious matches in the sun and exposed them to the sun.

The child sat not far from him, holding his knees, his whole body shrank into a ball, and his shiny eyes looked at him without blinking.

Shan Ming was annoyed by him and glanced at him coldly.

The child shivered and looked away.

Shan Ming asked while cooking wolf legs, "What's the name?"

The child hesitated for a moment, "Shen Changze."

"Where are people?"

"Beijing."

"Are your parents dead?"

Shen Changze suddenly became excited, clenched his small fist and shouted angrily: "Your parents are dead!"

Shan Ming glanced at him, and this glance scared him so much that he was trembling all over.

"My parents are indeed dead." Shan Ming pulled the wolf skin and tore it off, and used his blood-stained hand to push away the hair on his forehead. "I'll ask your parents if they are on the plane."

The child shook his head, "There are only me and the uncle who drove the plane on the plane."

Shan Ming raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this was still a rich young master. He actually had a private plane. No wonder he looked so delicate.

After he took off the skin of the three wolf legs, he cut the meat into easily roasted slices, and threw the knife to the child.

The child looked at the knife full of blood and didn't dare to touch it.

No one is talking in this place, so Shan Ming is not stingy with his words and said, and he rarely kindly teaches him: "Pick off the wolf skin, cut the wolf meat into slices, wrap the leaves if you don't eat, and put them away, otherwise you have to find a way for the next meal."

Shen Changze cried and shook his head, "I dare not."

Shan Ming snorted, "Then you're hungry." For a mercenary like him who kills people without blinking, there is no human nature at all. In his opinion, it is nonsense to ask a five-year-old child to kill a wolf, but just asking him to cook a wolf leg is not difficult. He has no reason to rely on others, and Shan Ming has no reason to help him.

Chen Changze hugged his knees and cried quietly, very helpless.

Shan Ming got up and picked up some easily burning leaves nearby and surrounded them with stones. He touched the matches with his hand. It was almost done, so he started a fire in the small stone ditch.

After the fire is born, Shan Ming skews the meat slices with branches and put them on the fire to roast.

Because the branches were not carried and burned, Shan Ming could only hold them upside down. He was injured in one arm and his other arm was almost hungry. He was tired after raising it for a while.

He glanced at the child who was still crying with his head in his arms, and looked for his height, and was standing and baking, which was very convenient, so he shouted, "Child."

Chen Changze raised his little face and looked at him with his swollen eyes.

Shan Ming ordered: "Come here."

Chen Changze looked at him with caution, without moving.

Shan Ming said again, "Come here."

The child was still afraid of him, so he stood up and walked over.

Shan Ming handed him the branch in his hand, "Hold it, don't let the flames touch."

The child was stunned and reacted. He did not reach out to hold it, but said, "I'll help you bake it, you can help me get the wolf's leg done."

Shan Ming squinted his eyes and looked at him. The little bastard actually made a condition with him.

Chen Changze met his eyes and took a step back in fear. He pursed his lips and looked at Shan Ming carefully.

Shan Ming laughed loudly, "Yes, I accept this deal."

He got up and picked up the dagger and the wolf leg, and while dealing with it, he said, "Be patient and bake it. You are not allowed to eat it if I am not full."

The author has something to say: Although I think it may not be necessary, I still want to remind you that when the word "Shan" is pronounced "shan" (good).

By the way, Shan Ming has 18 flowers this year, and the two are 13 years apart.

Chapter 3

Shan Ming quickly cleaned the wolf's legs. He turned his head and saw that the child was holding branches on the fire with both hands. The flames reflected his little face, and the tears on it were clearly visible.

After Shan Ming finished it, he leaned against the tree next to him to rest. He took off his dirty camouflage coat and untied the bandage on his arm, intending to change the medicine.

There are not many first aid medicines with you, and only half a roll of bandages are left. They are still wet and the conditions are so harsh that the scratches that were not deep are getting worse now. Shan Ming frowned at the suppurated wound, but there was no way.

He did a simple treatment, sprinkled with medicine, and wrapped it in a clean bandage. He had to leave here as soon as possible, and he knew that in this state his arm would not last for a few days.

After changing the medicine, he looked up and watched the child standing with his lips tightly pursed, sweating was burned on his body, and rag-like clothes floated straight on him. Shan Ming always felt that the broken clothes were about to float into the fire.

After a while, the fragrance of meat drifted out. Shan Ming swallowed his saliva and stared at the meat. After a while, the child turned around, walked towards him with a branch, and then handed the meat to him, "Can you eat it?"
To be continued...