In the blink of an eye, twenty days passed.
On this morning.
Two crew members and two tourists at the edge of the forest began hunting, imitating the traps Zhang Feng taught them to set.
"According to the dimensions I drew." The old captain and another crew member were using a saw brought from the boat to cut a large tree.
"Is it almost ready?" The helmsman and another person were beside several distillers.
They had a large pot in front of them.
It rained last night, so fresh water was plentiful.
Today they were going to drink a stew of 'wild game and wild vegetables'.
Similarly, after surviving twenty days, though their clothes were in tatters and their beards scruffy, their mindset had become somewhat calmer.
After all, surviving meant there was hope.
Meanwhile.
Inside a relatively airtight cave.
Zhang Feng was recalling his practice experience of Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.
After twenty days of practice.
Zhang Feng concluded.
