The early morning sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the rock wall on the east side, casting long shadows on the people climbing the rock wall with a nearly 60° inclination.
Rock climbing, which is known as "rock ballet" and "rhythmic gymnastics on the cliff", is a derivative of mountaineering. Its charm lies in its strong skills and adventure, and it is an extreme sport with a low threshold.
When there is a bottomless abyss under your feet and a rocky cliff above your head, the climber can reach the top with only his bare hands or limited assistance, and the sense of achievement he gets is incomparable. This project, which was originally only trained in the military, has now become a new way for people to challenge themselves and return to nature.
However, none of the people hanging on the rock wall now had such an idea.
"Han Xiaojie, I can't describe your uncle, where is my badger?"
Gu Lang leaned over and rushed across a gravel path that was only 20 centimeters wide. In a few steps, he climbed to the top of a rock that was one person high. He pointed at a certain Han hanging more than ten meters above his head and shouted.
Ten meters below him, on the rock wall, Sangge and a young forest ranger looked at each other in bewilderment. The young ranger raised his eyebrows, approached Sangge and whispered, "Sangge, you have followed Mr. Gu for so long, haven't you secretly learned a few Chinese Kung Fu moves?"
"Alas..." Sang Ge shook his head with a dark face and regret: "Mr. Gu is too modest, always saying that he can't do it either."
"Oh, it seems that in China, humility is a quality that all great people have."
A certain young man smacked his lips, looked up at someone who was as nimble as a monkey, and said with envy: "Is this the Chinese Qinggong? I really want to learn it..."
On the top of the rock wall, Han Da Xia's thighs trembled, and he stepped on a protruding rock and moved down carefully. This slope was considered easy to go down, and the other sides were even steeper. I didn't feel it when I climbed last night, but now that I'm going down, I find that going down the mountain is more difficult than going up the mountain. At this moment, I only went down a few meters.
Hearing the question from a salted fish, Han Daxia sighed helplessly, turned his head and shouted to the people below: "Brother, don't you know your badger well? Do I have the ability to kidnap him? I'm lucky he doesn't beat me up!"
"Don't change the subject! I just want to ask where your boss is now?" Gu Laosan stepped on a rock surface full of protrusions and trotted up, making the two black guys below stare at him so hard that their eyes almost popped out.
“Well…” Hero Han hesitated for a while, and said after a long while: “He went to N’Golo across the street… Hey, don’t get excited, he asked for it… Oh shit!”
Before Old Han could finish his words, he saw Old Third Gu throwing stones down from the rock wall in front of him, staring at him and throwing them upwards. The palm-sized stones fell at his feet, and the stone chips flew everywhere, and he couldn't help but shiver.
"Are you fucking crazy? Is this the place for you to make trouble? Someone will die!" Looking at the rocks rolling down the cliff, Old Han said angrily in frustration.
"Fuck you!" Gu Laosan looked around angrily and started smashing the protruding stones again, cursing: "You shameless guy, saying you were forced to do this? I'll beat you to death!"
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Two more stones hit the side of Han Da Xia, and dirt and stone chips fell all over him. Old Han tried to persuade him with kind words, threatened him with his power, and even cursed him. He said everything, but the salted fish still didn't stop. While climbing up, he continued to look for stones to throw in his direction.
"Go to hell with you! You're getting too angry now, I won't bother with you! If I can't afford to offend you, can't I just hide away?" Hero Han cursed, turned around and started to crawl back.
He now completely understood why the badger forced him to stay on the top of the mountain. If he had known that the badger started to curse at the foot of the mountain, he should not have joined in. Now that he was stuck with this salted fish, he was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of it for a while.
Of course, this is still Han's wishful thinking. If he really understood Wang Ping's plan, he would not only regret it, but also want to beat him up. This is exactly what Wang Ping wanted. With the positioning collar issued by a certain park, even if Old Han hides in the cracks of the rocks, Gu Lao San can still find him.
Seeing the two figures climbing higher and higher accompanied by cursing and falling rocks, Sanger and the other young man looked at each other and sighed.
"Should we continue to chase? I feel like I can't catch up." Sanger said with a melancholy look on his face.
"Chase!" A young man's eyes sparkled, his dark face showing excitement: "Sangge, this is a battle between masters. If we can learn a few tricks, we will be rich!"
"An expert?"
Sanger subconsciously looked up and saw a stone hit Han's buttocks. The latter screamed like a pig being slaughtered and climbed faster. He climbed to the top of the mountain in a few steps and disappeared behind the cliff with a flip.
"You're right, he's really an expert!"
Behind the two, in the Ngorongoro area facing the cliff, the sun shines brightly, and the forest that has been silent all night suddenly comes alive. Small animals are busy looking for food, and big animals are busy looking for small animals. It is a busy and harmonious scene.
However, there were also some absent-minded ones in this scene, as if they were alert to something, and they would whoosh into the grass or tree holes at the slightest movement.
On a forest path that suddenly became quiet, two figures were walking slowly. The small animals hiding in the shadows were confused, thinking, "Doesn't the leopard hate bipeds the most? Why is he walking with a biped?"
"Hey, can you let me go?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao was holding a branch as a walking stick, limping along beside a leopard, mumbling in a way that sounded like she was begging or nagging: "Look, I don't have much meat on my body, not even as much as the wild boar you caught, it's not worth it for you to keep me..."
"Besides, I haven't showered in a long time. I stink. You wouldn't have such a strong taste, would you?"
"Okay, you're so cruel! I'll tell you the truth, my breasts... are fake! They're poisonous, and if you eat them, you might die..."
Suddenly, there was the sound of swaying branches in the bushes, accompanied by the footsteps of some animal going away. Yuan Xiaoxiao withdrew her gaze from the depths of the woods, turned her head to stare at the leopard, and asked in surprise: "The prey has run away, why don't you chase it?"
The leopard just walked on its own, ignoring the small animal that ran away inexplicably. After walking a few steps, he saw Yuan Xiaoxiao stopped, so he turned his head to look at her, with a puzzled look on his face, and growled to urge her.
"Fuck! What sin have I committed..."
Yuan Xiaoxiao had complained more about everything in the past two days than she had in the first twenty years of her life combined, and she had never felt so well that her life was.
"I really want to take a bath! But I don't know where there is a river..."
Someone sighed and followed the leopard, but after a few steps, the familiar footsteps did not follow, and when she turned her head, it was the leopard that stopped again. The leopard looked up at her for a while, then suddenly turned and walked west.
"Where are you going again..." Yuan Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and followed him mutteringly.
Yuan Xiaoxiao, who had already fallen into a vicious circle of melancholy, did not think deeply about why the leopard suddenly changed direction. Her previous conversations with the leopard were all in English mixed with Swahili, but the sigh of taking a bath was spoken in Chinese.
Gradually, as we went deeper westward, the vegetation became more and more lush, and the air began to become humid. Not long after we walked, we could hear the sound of flowing water.