Chapter 164: A strange and dangerous wound
The vegetation was so dense that, however much noise the monkeys made, the group moved even more slowly than they would on an ordinary stroll.
Count shook his now-empty water bottle, swallowed the water in his mouth, then crushed the bottle and stuffed it into his backpack.
They had traveled light without bringing the large pack, but the small backpacks the three men carried felt increasingly heavy. In this sweltering environment, especially, they were losing fluids fast, and the water they had brought was running short.
"How much longer do we have to walk? At this rate, we're all going to die of thirst!"
For the third time, Count complained about their dwindling water supply. His small backpack held three bottles of mineral water-the entire supply for all six of them.
Counting from when they had first chased the monkeys out of their temporary camp, they had used up the six bottles they had been carrying over the past two hours or so.
"Drink sparingly... Who knows where these monkeys are taking us?"
Lü Bing opened Count's backpack to check. There were only three unopened bottles of mineral water, some chocolate, and a few packets of biscuits. His own backpack held emergency medical supplies: gauze, disinfectant, and the like, as well as fast-acting painkillers and antibiotics.
Mo Shaoge's backpack contained a folded waterproof tarp, a fire-starting rod, and a few portable tools.
The monkeys overhead erupted into another commotion. Nobody knew what they were arguing about, but it happened almost every ten or fifteen minutes.
"I really thought these freakishly clever monkeys might give us some fruit or something..."
Mo Shaoge examined the fruit pulp smeared on his clothes, trying to guess what kind of fruit it was.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar sounded