Chapter 237

Compared with what David said about space science, Lu Ziming is more concerned about his own survival. As long as there is no problem with space, it doesn't matter whether it becomes larger or smaller.

He leaned behind the rock and was too lazy to say a word with two foreigners. Before the outbreak of the virus, these foreigners were a cow and a high face. Although he had no racial discrimination, he was too lazy to communicate with these people who thought they were superior varieties.

In contrast, aidita has the temperament and bad temper of a professor. Maybe David was worried about his life before he said these words to Lu Ziming.

"Lu! What now?" Zhuoma poked Lu Ziming in meditation.

"Wait, isn't there another group of people in front? There will be news soon". Calculate the time, I saw the second group of people entering the jungle for nearly two or three hours.

"Lu! Are we just watching here all the time?"

"Now someone helps us explore the way. What else do you want? It may be more dangerous than the passage maze. Look at those monsters just now. As long as there are four or five, none of us want to get out of the jungle?"

Lu Ziming estimated that he could deal with two Raptors at the same time, and haribari could deal with one. The remaining people basically belong to the bottom of the food chain. He didn't dare to take risks with his life.

He is not afraid of taking risks, but he will not rush about, nor will he do things he can't accomplish without purpose. He dares to enter the holy mountain and is ready to face all kinds of dangers, but he is not afraid of death without showing that he is not afraid of death. It is because he is afraid of death that he will cherish life more and know how to avoid unnecessary risks.

In the past, as a hunter, he knew what he could do and what he could not do. Before doing something, he would make a risk assessment to judge whether it was worth taking a risk.

Since someone rushed into the jungle to take risks in order to get the holy sword, of course, he would calmly stand aside to observe and think.

Now it is not a question of whether to take risks, but how to minimize the risks, exclude the predictable risks from the plan in advance, and know yourself and the enemy, so that you will be invincible in a hundred battles.

Of course, this is only a pre judgment, which can not eliminate the occurrence of danger, but at least reduce the existence of danger.

Zhuoma sat beside the rock, staring at the jungle not far away. She didn't know what she was thinking? After a long time, Zhuoma suddenly stood up with a frightening look in her eyes. She pointed her trembling fingers at the restless jungle in the distance and said in a trembling voice: "flying Raptors! Many flying Raptors!"

Everyone looked up and saw the trees shaking in the depths of the jungle. The sound of "Sasha" spread all over the basin. Harsh screams came and went one after another. A hunting of flying Raptors was going on bloody.

Not long after, a cry for help sounded at the edge of the jungle. Several figures ran out in confusion, pushing and shoving each other, not to mention two more legs.

A flying Raptor swooped down from a high place. Its sharp hind legs directly pierced a figure's back. The figure covered with blood dragged his incomplete body. He grabbed the ground with both hands and climbed out of the jungle step by step in despair, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

A man saw a flying Raptor rushing towards him and grabbed it. A woman next to him hit the flying Raptor. The sharp and hard beak of the flying Raptor cut the woman's abdomen in the air, and the whole head penetrated into the woman's abdominal cavity. The viscera in the woman's body scattered on the ground. The viscera with body temperature attracted the attention of other flying raptors and frantically tore and bit the woman's viscera. The woman was not dead at this time. She desperately grabbed a handful of warm internal organs and stuffed them into her abdomen, but her body was slowly losing control. Her limbs began to twitch constantly. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were staring at the man who killed herself.

The man didn't run far, so he was caught up by a flying Raptor behind him. The flying Raptor jumped high and grabbed the man's shoulders with his sharp hind legs.

The man seemed to feel the danger coming. He rushed forward and jumped down a pond at the edge of the jungle. His body quickly hid at the bottom of the water.

The Raptor rushed to the pond and found that the target had disappeared. He was unwilling to linger by the water. From time to time, he put his head into the water, but he seemed to be afraid of the water. He kept a certain distance from the pond in panic and hesitated whether to rush into the water and look for his own food.

Lu Ziming stared at the pond not far away in surprise and observed the every move of the flying dragon by the water. The light flashed through his mind, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The flying Raptor lingered by the water for a long time, hesitated for a moment, reluctantly sent out a "coo" neighing from the water, and turned back to the jungle.

The man who survived the disaster put his head out of the water, looked around nervously, climbed out of the pond and ran up the hillside.

"Haribali, kill him!"

"What?" Ha RI Ba RI suddenly looked at Lu Ziming.

"Kill him", three cold words jumped out of his mouth one by one. There was no anger, only cruelty and indifference.

Ha RI Ba RI hesitated for a moment. He felt that the surrounding air suddenly dropped several degrees. It was cold and chilling. His cold eyes stared at the man climbing out of the pond, as if death was looking at his prey.

"Lu! That man..." just after Zhuoma said a half sentence, she found that she was stared at by a pair of sharp eyes and was too scared to say anything again.

The scene suddenly cooled down. Ha RI Ba RI turned to look at his companions and found that they hid their figures behind the rock. Only he stood alone in front. At this moment, he felt afraid.

In his inner struggle, haribari suddenly grasped the steel knife in his hand at the next moment, like a beast on the grassland, and jumped at the man who had just climbed out of the pond.

The man who escaped from the pond with joy suddenly looked up and saw a figure rushing down the mountain. He waved excitedly to the figure and said, "help me!"

The God of death came so quickly that the man's eyes changed from joy to excitement, and then to fear. A bright white awn flashed in the depths of his pupils, and the next moment it became puzzled. His hands held his neck tightly, and blood gushed out of the gaps of his fingers. With attachment to the world, he looked at the figure in front of him, Stretch out a bloody hand and grasp the figure in front of you, as if asking angrily: why? Why kill me!

With the blood gushing from his neck, the man's life was rapidly losing. The weak blood hand was unwilling to leave a bright red handprint on the figure in front of him, and slowly knelt down, hoping that the figure could give himself an explanation.