Fell ill again

  The latter half of the night was originally very quiet, but suddenly I heard a loud roar from Old Iron's voice beside my ear: "Who is it?" I sat up abruptly, startled to the point where all the pores on my body were wide open, my heart racing wildly. When I opened the tent, I heard the sound of a dog barking in the distance, and Old Iron was shouting: "Black Tiger, come back!" However, by the time I crawled out, there wasn't even a shadow of the black dog to be seen.

  "What's wrong?" Lu Xun asked in surprise, the same question I wanted to ask. Seeing Lao Tie's face turn pale and his eyes filled with terror, something was off. After he finally regained his composure and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, he said: "I really saw a wild man. He was that tall!" He gestured with a look of lingering fear on his face, "The hair on his face was so long, I couldn't tell if it was hair or fur."

  We looked at each other in dismay, previously seeing a black shadow and guessing it was a wild man, but after all, it couldn't be confirmed. Now that Old Iron has seen it with his own eyes, it must be true. At this time, a soft humming sound came from behind, and when I slightly turned my gaze, I found that Liang Ge was sitting in front of the tent, with a mocking smile on his face: "You have a hunting rifle, why don't you shoot?"

  Lao Tie was stunned, his hand indeed still holding the gun, but I think he didn't have a chance to raise it and aim at that time. Moreover, if it were just a wild man covered in hair all over, it shouldn't be scary to such an extent. By my ear, Lu Xun also asked: "Is there any other situation?"

  "At first, I was a bit drowsy and saw something vaguely in the darkness not far away. When I heard some noise, I woke up and took a closer look. All I saw was that wild man......" Old Iron said this with fear in his eyes again. "That wild man had mice hanging all over his body, and they were all alive and moving. Except for his hairy face, even his hair had them."

  This situation would scare anyone who sees it, and just thinking about it makes me feel sick. I remembered the black dog chasing after us earlier and asked Old Iron if he was okay. He shook his head and said, "That's nothing to worry about, the black tiger has been trained by me and will be back soon. With its skills and speed, it should be able to avoid danger."

  Look at the speed at which the black tiger rushed out just now, it's indeed very agile. When it comes back, we can borrow its help to track down that wild man and see if we can find anything. It seems that this wild man has set his sights on us, and his purpose cannot be inferred with normal human thinking.

  But when the sky brightened, those black tigers still hadn't returned, and Old Iron's confident expression also faltered. Lu Xun asked if the hunting dogs might have gotten lost on the way back, I raised an eyebrow and asked: "Have you ever seen a dog that can't sniff out its way back?" Not to mention it was a trained hunting dog, no need to say more, Black Tiger wasn't lost, but couldn't come back, as for the reason, everyone understood in their hearts.

  Lao Tie looked very upset, but he didn't ask to leave because of this. He packed up his things and silently did the preparations for setting off. At this time, I was also packing up, when suddenly I heard Liang Ge say to Lu Xun in a rarely serious tone: "The madman seems not to be right." I leaned over to take a look and found that the two were standing in front of the madman's tent, with the zipper already open. From the side, you could see that the person inside the sleeping bag was still lying there.

  Suddenly realized that before the old iron was so loud, making such a big noise, we all got up, but San Gezi didn't wake up, still sleeping in the tent. At this time, we also got up and packed our things to leave, but he still hadn't gotten up.

  Although these three lunatics are often out of tune, they haven't been out of tune to this extent. I and Lao Tie all went over together, saw Liang Ge squatting there probing the breath and neck pulse of San Feng Zi, and flipping his eyelids, only lifting his head after a long while to say to Lu Xun: "Should be another relapse."

  Is he ill? I paused in my heart, what's going on? Only to hear Lusu explaining: "The madman has a strange disease, every now and then he will fall asleep for two or three days without waking up. Let him go to the hospital for examination, he refuses, saying that it is his opportunity to obtain wisdom, connecting with heaven to learn heavenly books, cannot be destroyed, and must not wake him up."

  This is what a madman would do, and he's indeed not quite right in the head.