Then, this buddy took out a big bag and wanted to share it with Ma Xiaoshu. Ma Xiaoshu was so frightened that he immediately refused.

At this time, Mr. Bei came back carrying a huge centipede. I immediately put away the camera, picked up the camera, turned it on and continued filming.

Mr. Bei: "Look at this thing, it's at least thirty centimeters long! It's almost sperm!"

Ma Xiaoshu picked it up with bamboo skewers and chopsticks and took a closer look: "You can't become a sperm."

Mr. Bei smiled and said, "Isn't it considered a sperm at such a big age?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was not allowed to become a spirit. Let's bake it! This thing will be crispy when baked!"

Phew~

Soon, each person got a piece of roasted giant centipede, which was so delicious.

Then sleep happily.

Early the next morning.

Ma Xiaoshu was still yawning in the hammock. Not to mention, it was quite cool last night, but there were a lot of mosquitoes.

Mr. Bei sat in front of the fire and murmured: "We spent a wet night in the Chinese rainforest, and the rain stopped temporarily. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that says, 'Tomorrow will be better.' I hope we will have good luck today."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Without this proverb, you are just talking nonsense. The only old Chinese saying is... A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means...forget it, I can't explain it to you."

English proficiency is limited!

Afterwards they inspected the traps set up last night.

A hare was nailed to death with bamboo sticks, and a field mouse was hit by a stone slab. The field mouse was crushed into pieces by the stone slab.

After a simple breakfast, the three of them started on their way again. They must escape from this area before three o'clock this afternoon, otherwise they will fail.

This is a variety show, but there are not as many scripts as domestic variety shows, so anything is possible.

Mr. Bei was driving very hard, rushing through a patch of bamboo, and was so tired that he screamed.

"Oh! This is crazy. It's like a nightmare. How do you feel?"

"I'm just ordinary."

Ma Xiaoshu looked like a student, wearing a backpack and a peaked cap. He stood behind Mr. Bei and answered seriously.

Mr. Bei: "Watt? Don't you think this road is too difficult to cross?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "I don't think so. Every year when I go home during the Qingming Festival to visit my grandfather's grave, the road is exactly the same as here. I have to use a knife to clear the way."

Mr. Bei is speechless in capital letters.

After working on it for a long time, you Chinese people have a legal birthday every year? Is the whole people's pursuit of survival so fierce?

Mission: Arrive and visit the ancestral cemetery in the secret realm?!

When the Chinese audience saw this, they felt very immersed in it. Going to the grave during the Qingming Festival was indeed... too difficult!

Everyone is lucky today.

Although it was tiring to climb uphill and downhill, it only took one morning to reach the edge of the jungle.

Before leaving, you need to replenish your energy.

They were foraging in a creek near the river. Mr. Bei caught a few crabs and asked Ma Xiaoshu to eat them raw. Ma Xiaoshu suggested barbecue, but Mr. Bei said he wanted him to eat them raw if he didn't want to barbecue.

This guy had a bad taste, as if he wanted to see Ma Xiaoshu make a fool of himself.

After all, he hadn't eaten anything raw in the past two days, and the bullfrog had been cold, and the salt had marinated the meat until it was medium-rare.

Ma Xiaoshu smiled coldly and took out new supplies from his backpack: "It's okay to eat raw crabs! As long as you dare to eat them!"

Mr. Bei smiled: "Egg? Egg?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's a duck egg."

Mr. Bei: "Exchange!"

"Ok!"

Ma Xiaoshu took the crab, opened the shell and inhaled a violent storm. A living crab disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Bei nodded and began to peel the eggs: "You are very good at reserve food! You are the most powerful in the wilderness among the celebrities I have ever seen, bar none. And, I want to thank you for giving me the duck eggs. They look very good." ...Whoa! Ugh...is this a fucking egg? Fake! I suspect you want to poison me!"

Teacher Ma took out another one and taught Mr. Bei: "This one is called preserved egg! A very skinny egg!"
Chapter completed!