Fang Chi got into the forest.

This forest is nothing to him, but they usually don’t jump into it.

The slope of this kind of wood is large, and there are usually several layers of platforms under the thick fallen leaves and broken branches. They are covered by fallen leaves and rotten wood and can no longer be seen. If you step on them inappropriately, you may fall down.

In fact, it is not a big problem to fall down, but if it is someone like Sun Wenqu who has been spoiled since childhood and has never lived in the wild, the problem may be very big.

Fang Chi followed the direction of their entry into the woods as Li Bowen said, and looked at the traces of being trampled on the ground.

It can be almost certain that they are walking like this one in front and one behind. If they keep walking like this, they will meet the platform in front.

Fang Chi frowned and accelerated his speed to move forward. The forest was old and had to step through thick roots and various broken branches at almost every step.

He didn't understand why he had to pick up firewood and could pick up a lot of firewood near the edge of the forest. Why did he have to go to such a deep place? It was very wet and there was basically no dry firewood.

In addition to this, he was a little confused. He could see that the relationship between Sun Wenqu and Li Bowen was not very good. Why did Sun Wenqu, who was too lazy to be like a snake, follow Li Bowen to such a place?

The woods are very quiet and the light gradually becomes darker. In the mountains, once the sun starts to set, the speed is much faster than on the flat ground.

Fang Chi pricked his ears and listened to the surroundings. If Sun Wenqu brought the whistle he gave, and if Sun Wenqu was not a fool, he would not have fainted, he should have known that he was asking for help now.

He walked forward for a short while, and according to the speed of Sun Wenqu and Li Bowen, they were almost the farthest just now. He stopped and suddenly heard a thin whistle.

The sound was too small, and he couldn't hear which direction it came from. When he wanted to identify it, the whistle disappeared again.

Fang Chi could only guess that he was in front, so he ran and jumped quickly over the tree roots, ran forward for a short period, then took out his whistle from his pocket and blew it.

This time, the response whistle came from the front left, and it was still a little thin. Fang Chi heard it clearly. The tiny whistle was not because of the distance, but because it was originally blowing.

Either Sun Wenqu is too weak and can't make a sound, or he is injured.

"Sun Wenqu!" Fang Chi shouted, carefully acknowledging the traces on the ground. Soon, he found a small piece of rotten leaf trampled down near the slope. He tried with his feet, "Are you down there?"

As he pulled open the vines and fallen leaves on the ground with his hands, a whistle came from below, and Sun Wenqu's voice was vaguely heard: "I'm down there."

"Are you injured?" Fang Chi asked, throwing the bag to the ground, taking out a roll of rope from it, and quickly tied it to a solid tree root.

"No." Sun Wenqu replied, his voice weak.

"Then I'll throw the rope to climb up for you?" Fang Chi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not injured, but he still took out the first aid kit in his bag and hung it on his waist.

"That won't work," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm the one who holds the contract to sell my body."

"Then you play below." Fang Chi was speechless.

"Okay," said Sun Wenqu, "I've been playing for a long time anyway."

Fang Chi didn't say anything anymore, and tried to tie the knots and tied them tightly. He cleared the weeds and leaves on the ground and slid slowly with the rope.

Sun Wenqu probably fell down by stepping on the air. The place where he slid down was a waterway. It was washed out by the water during the rainy season. Fortunately, it was not too steep.

Fang Chi slid about five or six meters before he saw Sun Wenqu’s red jacket. It seemed that it was a bit miserable when it slipped down, and his clothes were stripped off...

Two or three meters down, he saw Sun Wenqu half-sitting and half-lying in the pile of fallen leaves.

"Don't you say you're not injured?" Fang Chi saw a hole in one of Sun Wenqu's legs when he rolled up his pants, and quickly jumped to him.

"I want to say that if you are injured, you are not afraid that you will roll and climb down in a hurry. Then don't go up." Sun Wenqu said.

"I... won't," Fang Chi frowned and took the first aid kit and opened it. "Where else is injured besides this hole?"

"It's gone," Sun Wenqu sighed, "It hurts me so much in this way."

Fang Chi opened the first aid kit, cleaned the wound very quickly, then applied some medicine, and wrapped the wound with a bandage: "Can you use force?"

"I don't know," Sun Wenqu moved his feet, "Get my clothes for me first, it's so cold."

Fang Chi climbed up and pulled his clothes off: "Are you frozen? I can't hear the sound of blowing the whistle without paying attention."

"Come on, it's good to be able to blow the movement," Sun Wenqu said while grinning and frowned, "I'm sore all over my body when I fell. When the broken whistle blows, the one on my chest and back will hurt."

"Can you pull the rope up?" Fang Chi pulled the rope.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, but held a branch and looked at Fang Chi.

Fang Chi glared at him for a while and sighed: "I can't get up, right?"

"I may not be able to go up like this even if I was not injured." Sun Wenqu said.

"Then I'll carry you up." Fang Chi climbed the rope up and reached the top twice.

"No," Sun Wenqu was stunned when he saw it, "Are you carrying me on your back?"

"I'll take the strap!" Fang Chi said helplessly.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything. Seeing Fang Chi climbing on the tree branch and stone easily, he pulled his arms and kicked his legs, and he climbed up in a few strokes. He narrowed his eyes.

Fang Chi quickly took the rope and the strap down. When he put the strap on Sun Wenqu, Sun Wenqu asked: "Is there any photo of you on the wall of the unique aura of your club?"

"Yes," Fang Chi replied while fixing the straps, "There are probably one or two, during the competition."

"Is there a picture of her back? You hang it on the rock?" Sun Wenqu asked again.

"Well," Fang Chi glanced at him, "What's wrong."

"The legs are so long." Sun Wenqu laughed, lowered his eyelids and glanced at his legs.

Fang Chi didn't know if he was used to Sun Wenqu's habit of getting exhausted, or because Sun Wenqu was injured now, or his primary question now was to get Sun Wenqu up. In short, he just looked down at his legs and said, "Yes, that angle shows that his legs are long."

Sun Wenqu didn't expect that he would answer like this, and he was stunned for a moment before laughing: "So honest."

"Okay," Fang Chi pulled the belt on Sun Wenqu and pulled it behind him, and then fastened it, "Don't move around, just retract your legs a little."

"Can you carry me on this?" Sun Wenqu was a little worried, "Do you know how much pounds I have?"

Fang Chi didn't say anything, wrapped the rope around his waist and kicked his legs. Sun Wenqu suddenly felt that his feet were hanging from the ground.

Fang Chi did not seem to have difficulty climbing. He only stopped twice in the middle and adjusted the route up. In a few minutes, he crawled back to the place where he fell.

"It's only one hundred and four." Fang Chi untied his strap.

"What?" Sun Wenqu held him, bent one leg.

"You." Fang Chi supported his hand on his shoulder to the tree trunk next to him, then squatted down and packed everything into his bag.

"Not only," Sun Wenqu smiled, "You have everything in your bag of treasure chests."

"There's no choice. If you encounter someone like you, you can use it all," Fang Chi put the bag under the tree, then squatted in front of him, "Come up."

"You don't want to give it?" Sun Wenqu lay on his back.

"Then you go down." Fang Chi stood up and walked out of the forest with him on his back.

"Thank you," Sun Wenqu said on his back. This road is not easy to walk, and even Fang Chi is not very steadily walking with his back. "I really didn't expect that I would be so unlucky today."

"Why are you two here?" Fang Chi frowned and asked, "I won't say don't run around? You are not unlucky today, you are lucky. It's just unlucky to keep walking to the end. That's not as simple as cutting off a piece of clothes and drawing holes..."

"You have such a big lung capacity, and you can still teach people a lesson," Sun Wenqu laughed, laughed for a while and then fell silent again. After a long time, he said again, "I want to find mushrooms."

"What mushroom?" Fang Chi asked, "just the red mushroom you mentioned before?"

"...Well." Sun Wenqu was a little embarrassed. A big man ran to the forest like a little girl to look for mushrooms. It would be fine if he found it, but he fell like this even though he didn't find it.

When Fang Chi was walking to the edge of the forest with him on his back, he saw a group of people coming up. When Ma Liang saw that Sun Wenqu was being carried out, he was so anxious that he didn't stutter and rushed over: "What's going on? What's wrong? What's the injury!"

"Hey, this little mouth is so nimble," Sun Wenqu was amused, "It's okay, I just drew a hole and slammed my waist..."

"Did you fall somewhere?" Li Bowen almost fell when he rushed over, "Why didn't you make a sound! If you want something to happen, I'll be done!"

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"Come on, follow!" Luo Peng shouted.

A group of people took him off Fang Chi's back and carried him out of the woods.

Fang Chi turned around and took out his bag in the forest.

Except for the hole in the calf, Sun Wenqu had no other external injuries. He even knocked on the stone a few times when he fell down, and it was probably going to be blue tomorrow.

After checking Sun Wenqu and making sure there was no other problem, everyone started to prepare dinner. The fire had already been boiled, and seven or eight emergency lights were lit, which looked quite lively.

"Is the leg injury serious?" Li Bowen squatted beside Sun Wenqu.

"It's not serious, I just scratched it, it's not a big problem," said Sun Wenqu.

"I'm really..." Li Bowen frowned, unable to speak anymore, and looked depressed.

"You can, okay," Ma Liang sat next to him and glanced at him. "I repent now, and I feel very excited."

"No, Liangzi, what do you mean?" Li Bowen looked at Ma Liang.

"It's just that you have already obtained it, and you have understood it." Ma Liang said calmly.

"You..." Li Bowen stood up.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu said, "I still want to fight. The three wounded people went down the mountain tomorrow and tied them into a bundle and rolled down?"

Ma Liang didn't say anything anymore, Li Bowen glared at him for a while and didn't say anything again.

Fang Chi talked to the team leader for a while and walked over, handed Sun Wenqu a bottle of energy drink and two anti-inflammatory drugs, then turned to look at Li Bowen: "That mushroom, I'll look at the photos."

"That's just a coincidence..." Li Bowen smiled awkwardly.

"Let's take a look." Fang Chi stretched out his hand.
To be continued...