Heart Hunting

Chapter 136 You encountered a bear, not a ghost

Its sharp claws scratched him wildly, and the flesh was scratched. The black claws pierced straight into

his skin and dug violently, the pain of it was making Kenny's face twisted.

Poppy saw her chance, jumped down from the tree, and directly stabbed the grizzly bear on the back

with a sergeant knife. The grizzly bear didn't expect a sneak attack from the rear, letting go of Kenny

and struggling.

Poppy grabbed it desperately not to let go, and forcefully cut open its back seven or eight centimeters.

The grizzly bear couldn't bear the pain, made a wail noise, and its whole body was bitterly twisted.

Poppy, who was riding on it, was thrown directly by it, hitting the rock, and then rolled down onto the

ground.

The grizzly bear turned around, looked at Poppy with much hatred, and dashed over to her angrily.

At this critical moment, bang, bang, bang, a few gunshots cut through the sky, and Kenny hit the grizzly

bear in the head. The massive animal was finally killed and uprightly fell down right in front of Poppy.

Dust next to it rose up, blood streamed out from its dead body like a spring, the air completely smelled

of intensive blood.

Poppy came back to her senses, ran to Kenny immediately.

It could be seen that his coat had been torn with several holes, bleeding out. Poppy ran to get the

backpack. She was keen of eye and swift of movement, dug out the iodophor from the backpack at

once and used it to sterilize the wound of Kenny.

He had old injuries and yet kept re-injuring in other parts of his body. His whole body was covered with

various wounds. Fighting with the grizzly bear, he got most seriously injured on his back, next was on

shoulders and arms. He also got multiple scratch wounds on his body.

The wounds were so deep that she could see the bones, and the scene of bloody pulp was the last

thing she wanted to see.

Poppy hurriedly sterilized his wounds, put hemostatic medicine on them, and then directly tore off a

large piece of her white shirt and tore it into strips to bandage his wounds.

Seeing him all sweaty and the pale face, Poppy was angry and anxious, and blamed him very angrily,

"Are you a fool?"

To fight with a bear one-on-one, thinking of himself as a warrior or a soldier. Thank god that he had a

gun. Otherwise, the one who was dead now wouldn’t be the bear, but him.

Recalling the scene where the bear's claw dug into his flesh, she was profoundly scared.

She barely managed to stop the bleeding on his back, but such a crude bandage would definitely not

work.

She took out the anti-inflammatories from her backpack and let him take them immediately.

Looking at the few of the medical supplies left, her heart fell to the bottom again.

"Are you okay?" Poppy looked at him with concern.

He looked terrible, gave his head a little shake and said, "I’m fine."

Poppy knew that he was pretending, "You better be fine, if you die like this, I’m really going to despise

you for the rest of my life." She snorted coldly.

Kenny smiled, looking at the grizzly bear’s carcass a little further off, and stood up as best as he could,

"We'd better get going. The carcass of the grizzly bear is sure to attract other animals, and if those

predators come, we're really going to be their meal. "

Poppy took some of his weight. Every few steps he breathed heavily. “Are you ever going to be able to

walk?”

"Yes!" Kenny was pretending that he was ok as best as he could, frowned.

After a few steps, Poppy took off her backpack from her back and then carried it on her chest. She then

leaned down, and patted her shoulder, "Come up on, I carry you."

"I’m good..." Kenny was trying very hard to keep walking and yet refused her suggestion firmly. He is a

man. How can a man let a woman carry him?

"That’s an order!" Poppy did not give him a chance to refuse.

"This is life and death, put down your stubborn pride first. I will count to three. If you want to live, just

come up on, otherwise, you die here alone." Although she yelled at him, her position of bending over

remained the same.

Really a mouth sharp but heart soft woman!

Looking at the serious look on her face, Kenny laid on her thin back cheerfully, " Can you really carry

me? " He was a little worried. Looking at the weak and thin figure of her as if she could be blown away

by a blast of wind, he was really worried that his weight might crush her.

"Don’t look down on me!" With the words, Poppy took a deep breath, put him on her back, and slowly

moved forward.

After they stopped and started for about an hour, the fog in the forest disappeared a lot with the sun

rising, and the road ahead could be clearly seen.

Kenny, lying on her back, didn’t dawdle either. He kept watch on the surrounding environments, and

marked there if he thought necessary to prevent them from getting lost.

"Look over there... It looks like there is a cave." Said Kenny. He leaned on her back so he could see

higher and farther.

Poppy followed the direction of his hand pointing and saw that it really looked like there was a cave

there in a place more than ten meters away from them. Because it was hidden by dense and thick

grass, it did not look conspicuous.

Poppy quickened her steps and walked over there. When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, she

put Kenny down first, and went in the cave alone to check the situation.

Kenny stopped her and tossed the pistol to her, "Take it!"

Poppy held the gun and played around, "Don't worry, I'm a survivor!"

She walked into the cave. About a minute later, she came out and her face lighted up. "There is nothing

in there, we should be able to take a break in there."

Kenny nodded, "I will clean up the weeds near the doorway!"

"No, leave it to me. We just need to make a small passage for us to get in and out, and leave other

weeds alone, which could also be used as a cover."

The command tone of Poppy made him torn between annoyance and a desire to laugh. His voice was

a little hoarse, "I still can move!"

Poppy handed him the water bottle, "Look at you. Your face was as pale as paper. You are nearly a

second degree disability, yet you are still pretending. From this moment forward, just put away your

male chauvinism."

After she finished speaking, she started to clean up those weeds.

She used to be accustomed to hard work, so she made short work to cut off some of the weeds and left

a narrow walking path with a sergeant knife. Poppy packed up stuff and put them inside, then walked

out to help Kenny in. She wasn’t used to saying nice things, so she just said indifferently, "Be careful,

don't fall on your face."

Kenny bent down slightly and walked in, "I'm so injured, can’t you say something nice?"

Poppy didn’t reply, and started to be busy again. She ripped the plastic bag and laid it flat, put stones

on each of the four corners of the flatted plastic bag, and then let him lie down and pillowed on the

backpack that had been emptied.

"Just lie still, I’m going to gather more firewood." Said Poppy. After cleaning up the surrounding area,

she picked up the water bottle and walked out.

Seeing her being in and out, he felt very touched. Are they the so-called a couple in distress, stay

together and support each other always and forever?

After all these were done, she went out again and carried some wild fruits when she came back and

put them in the cave as remaining supplies. Their food was low. Having some wild fruits could support

them and also could reduce the consumption of staple foods.

She walked to Kenny and sat down beside him, saw that his lips were white and he was resting with his

eyes closed. He looked terrible, she chose to remain silent, so he could have a quiet environment to

have a rest.

Kenny suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, his breath was still a little faint, "Suppose I die

here, what will you do?"

Poppy gave him a puzzled look, in silence.

He tentatively asked, "Would you be sad?"

Poppy frowned, doesn’t wanna answer his question.

"Or would you just leave me and walk away by yourself?" He also asked himself the same in his heart.

What if she really did that, would he hate her?

The answer was no.

Poppy answered no question, instead she swore angrily at him, “Kenny, Are you a moron? Only idiots

ask such stupid questions.”

“But I want to know. ” More specifically, he wanted to know how important he was to her.

"I decline to answer. " Life and death, Joy and sorrow, she just hated sad things.

Kenny bowed his head and smiled, "You are really a cruel woman!"

He felt like he was going to die now, yet she was still so indifferent to him.

Poppy proudly tipped her chin, "You are right, I'm a cruel person, so you’d better keep yourself alive

and then you could take revenge on me after you go out and recover!"

Kenny smiled happily, “then, you do care about me, don’t you?" he was quite content.

"Yes, yes, I care about you very much." These words seemed that she was humoring him, but they also

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"Poppy, I found out that I encountered a ghost."

His voice became extremely quiet, mixed with seriousness, and it also sounded like a kind of epiphany.

She stared at him, "You encountered a bear, not a ghost."

"No, I did meet a ghost, and the ghost is you, a female ghost. After I got lost on you, I was out of

control." Said Kenny. His words were half true and half false, and it was difficult to tell for a while.

"Haha!" Poppy smiled at this superficially, didn’t take it seriously.