Chapter 90

After Feng Bujue returned to the castle, his gains surprised even himself. A minute after he knocked on the door, Ivan answered. After Feng Bujue entered, he had a brief conversation with the General, trying to borrow a torch or something similar for lighting. To his surprise, the General was extremely generous, giving him a dagger and a flashlight, and even advised him not to waste any more time on escaping...

In fact, in this script, players only needed to ask, and Boss B would freely give them these two items. One was for convenience in the jungle, and the other for lighting.

As the players' levels increased, such tools became easier to obtain. Ordinary-quality items like these had little value at higher levels and were more like consumables. By around level 20, players would have at least one or two fine-grade items, even if they couldn't find them in the script, they could buy them with the game coins and skill points earned from leveling up to 20, as the ways to obtain equipment in the Horror Park were quite diverse.

After getting the flashlight and the knife, Feng Bujue began his jungle escape.

He speculated that there would be no fierce beasts in the bushes around the castle. Since the animals acted on instinct, they should know that the area near the castle was the territory of the king of beasts. Of course, he was referring to General Zaroff, not his classmate, Senzaki.

Thus, Feng Bujue entered the jungle without any reservations, moving quickly. He slashed through the undergrowth, never stopping, wading through grass taller than a meter, jumping over muddy pits, and circling around steep rock faces. Apart from stepping on a large pile of what seemed to be coyote droppings, everything went relatively smoothly.

[Please note, Zaroff has left the castle]

When this system prompt sounded, Feng Bujue checked his mission bar, which showed: [Time until sunrise: 240 minutes]

It was around this time that Feng Bujue truly entered the belly of the beast called the jungle.

At some point, several leeches had attached themselves to the back of his neck. When he noticed his health points decreasing, he realized their presence. He scraped the blood-sucking creatures off with the knife, losing a bit more health in the process. Fortunately, the game manual mentioned that parasites wouldn't burrow under clothing, only attacking exposed skin. Otherwise, Feng Bujue would have had to strip down and check thoroughly to feel safe.

At this moment, he finally realized the cost of his rapid pace. The effects of the humid tropical climate began to show, and his stamina points were dropping at an alarming rate. The "Dance of the Jazz" ability was clearly limited in this rugged terrain, and the clothing made him feel stiflingly hot. However, the lesson from the leeches made him hesitant to roll up his sleeves.

After another half hour, the jungle at night revealed its menacing face, with dense shadows and a canopy that blocked out the sky. As the surrounding trees became thicker, Feng Bujue often had to climb to the treetops to get a view of the sky, otherwise, he would gradually lose his sense of direction.

The deeper he ventured into the jungle, the more the environment's challenges became apparent. In some areas, the vegetation was three to five layers thick, like a tent, making the moonlight useless, and the flashlight became his only reliance.

"Back when I watched survival shows, I thought they were just putting on a show. Now that I'm in the jungle, I'm as pathetic as a puppy... It's true, watching someone work is easy, but the actual difficulty of crossing a jungle is far beyond what the camera can convey." Feng Bujue reflected, recalling a classic episode of a survival show he had watched before, which made him think that surviving in the wild didn't seem too hard. But now he understood that attempting a long trek with just a small knife in the wilderness was definitely not something just anyone could do.

Suddenly, from the darkness on his right, came two animal sounds, like heavy breathing, mixed with a WEE—WEE—sound, which sounded like a wild boar.

Feng Bujue's first reaction was to climb a tree; he didn't want to tangle with a four-legged creature in the dark.

The sounds were getting closer, accompanied by the boar's footsteps and the sound of its body brushing against the trees.

Feng Bujue quickly climbed up a tree and aimed the flashlight at the source of the noise.

"Something's not right... there's another sound..." Feng Bujue faintly heard another animal's sound and soon understood why the boar was charging around in the middle of the night.

A few seconds later, the boar appeared in Feng Bujue's line of sight. It had short, sturdy legs, a robust body, and coarse black bristles. As it charged forward, it looked like a small black tank. The bristles around its neck were standing up, and it was constantly grunting, signs that it was highly agitated, likely encountering a formidable predator.

Just as the boar appeared, its hunter followed closely behind, a giant python. Although not as massive as the one in the northwest corner of the island, this one was still quite large.

In fact, most people have a hard time imagining just how large prey a python can swallow. A five-meter-long python can swallow a two-meter-long crocodile, and an eight-meter-long python can swallow an entire zebra.

The python in front of Feng Bujue was eight meters long...

Perhaps the boar was panicking, or perhaps the system wanted the player to witness what was about to happen... In any case, within the range of the flashlight, a classic scene unfolded— the boar crashed into a tree.

But the snake didn't crash into the boar. It moved in a winding path, forming a semi-circular trap around the boar, pinning it against the tree trunk. The tree was so thick that two adults couldn't wrap their arms around it, now serving as a wall preventing the boar from escaping.

The giant python arched its body and raised its head, looking down at its prey. The boar, realizing its fate, made a final desperate charge, aiming its tusks at the snake's body, and charged forward.

Before it could collide with the snake's body, the snake's head struck with lightning speed, biting the boar and swinging it in a half-circle in the air, then slamming it to the ground. In an instant, it released and bit again. The speed was so fast that it was like someone using two fingers to pick up a bar of soap from a pot of hot oil.

The boar was officially in the snake's mouth, and the giant python immediately began the "eating" process. This animal's way of eating was simply "swallowing," and the duration depended on the size of the prey, sometimes taking several hours.

Feng Bujue had already dimmed the flashlight to avoid disturbing the snake's meal, then quietly climbed down the tree. He didn't have time to wait for the python to slowly swallow the entire boar; he could only hope that the snake would focus on its meal and ignore him.

After successfully climbing down, he didn't immediately sprint southeast but chose to leave the area first, putting some distance between himself and the monster.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Bujue heard another animal sound, a more lethal threat. (To be continued.)