They all wear leather belts, with small leather bags on their belts, and they all look like they have small knife cuts and cuts. And each of them is carrying a big backpack, a hat and gloves, which looks quite professional.

There were about a dozen people in total, three girls, and the rest were young men, only one who looked older and in his forties.

Even those three girls are young people.

Jiang Xiao was a little surprised when she saw them, as if it was not what she had imagined before.

These people at least made her feel like bad people.

They stopped here.

This is not surprising. This place is a little flat and open. Jiang Xiao chose to rest here before. They probably wanted to set up camp here. Anyway, it was getting late now, so it was impossible to go down the mountain.

"Uncle Second, let's camp here. We can't walk any further. We're so tired." A young man with a round face said to the middle-aged man pitifully.

Everyone else nodded.

"I can't walk anymore."

"But there seems to be no water here. Why did we fill the kettle by the stream before?"

When Jiang Xiao listened to their voices, she could hear that their mouths were dry and their throats were smoked, and their speech was a little hoarse.

It is indeed a long way from the stream in front.

And she hadn't noticed that there was a water source here before.

"Uncle Second, my stomach hurts." A girl with a braid raised her hand with a pale face.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, "How does it hurt?"

"The pain is so severe."

The others also changed their faces and surrounded her. The other two girls supported her from left to right. Someone had quickly untied her backpack and laid a waterproof mat on the grass, "Let Xiaoyue lie down."

Xiaoyue was helped lie down and kept covering her stomach.

"Xiaoyue, how long has it been hurt?"

“It’s been a few minutes.”

"Why didn't you say it just now?" the middle-aged man scolded angrily.

"I thought it would be better to bear it for a while, but who knew it would be more and more painful..." Xiaoyue was so painful that she felt cold sweat.

"I have marches here, who has water?" Another short-haired girl immediately flipped her backpack.

The marching sanitary powder is a kind of medicine powder, which is in a glass bottle and is bought from a foreign country. It is very effective when drinking the stomach and intestines.

But when she flipped her backpack, she screamed in pain and suddenly retracted her hand. Everyone saw a little broken glass on her fingers, and blood beads oozed out.

"I..." The short-haired girl was about to cry. "I was so angry that I fell heavily before, as if I had broken the medicine bottle."

I shook my backpack upside down, and there were indeed some medicines floating on the grass, and there were also some broken bottle residue.

Everyone was covered in black thread.

So this isn't even the right medicine?

"Who has the medicine?"

The middle-aged man who was called second uncle asked.

Everyone else flipped their backpacks one after another.

I found a brine hemostatic patch, white medicine, and other deworming ants, but there are no stomachaches to eat.

The most important thing is that they don’t know what Xiaoyue’s pain method is.

Jiang Xiao touched her forehead in the space.

I just saw that they were fully equipped and thought they were very professional, but now I was slapped in the face all at once.

These people seem to be family, or relatives and friends.
Chapter completed!