I really want to calm down, but I really can’t. Holding this string of meteorite beads in my hand, that terrible thought is like a violent storm. Anyone who has been to this damn place once will never forget it in his life.
Have I been here?
"Young Master Wei." The monk looked at me for a long time. Then he came up and asked tentatively: "Do you know this string of beads?"
"Nothing, let's go." I didn't know how to tell the monk this nonsense, so I shook my head vigorously. No matter what, I had to find the mustache first.
The monk and Zhang Hou looked at me with hesitation, because my condition might be really bad. I put the beads on my left wrist and looked towards the place where the monk had just found the beads. It was a very ordinary position.
, the beads were thrown close to the base of the stone wall. I don’t know how long they have been there.
The beads were the only thing that could be seen. Apart from that, there were no traces. I looked at it for a while and felt so confused that I simply stopped thinking about it for the time being and called the monks and the others to continue looking.
We returned from the area close to the stone wall to the area densely covered with stone buds, and walked to the left. This was a place we had never set foot on before. The monk didn’t recognize the road anymore, so Zhang Hou ran to the front to explore the road. I felt
The monk looked at me with something wrong, as if he wanted to ask me what happened just now. But I always avoided his eyes. This matter was too complicated. Even if I told the monk, I wouldn't get any answer. Instead, he would be confused here.
Time to be distracted.
"Young Master Wei." The monk noticed my move, and without asking any questions, he told me: "I don't know what happened to that string of beads, but now, you can't mess with it."
"I know." I nodded and took out a cigarette as I walked. But when I pressed the lighter, the flame suddenly jumped up to more than a foot high, like a ball of fireworks exploding in front of my eyes. I was shocked.
He immediately threw the lighter out.
"**..." I didn't pick up the lighter and kept walking with the unlit cigarette in my mouth. I wanted to curse ten thousand times. In this damn place, I was deprived of even the right to smoke a cigarette.
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Zhang Hou led the way slowly. We had plenty of ammunition. He would fire a shot after a while. This was the only way to use it. We rested once and then moved forward.
The stone forest that emerged from the ground is quite dense. People must be careful when walking in it. We don't want to get stuck on the stalagmite like the guy before. The watch no longer works, and the hands are convulsing.
The same thing happens, and it always rotates wildly. I roughly estimated the time and found that I might have been trapped here for a day and a night.
The monk and I have fallen into a very anxious state, because according to Mustache's thoughts, if he had not encountered a very dangerous situation, he would not have tried to contact the monk. And after such a long time, there has been no sound. This is a
A very bad sign.
"Boss Wei, monk, you must hold still." Zhang Houhou stretched out his hand and took out his gun, habitually fired a shot forward and upward, and said, "You must believe that Mr. Lei can kill other people up there and come down to save us.
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"Your Mr. Lei is a superman? Can he do anything?"
"Master Lei is not a superman, but he is really powerful..."
Before Zhang Houhou finished speaking, the three of us heard a very, very vague sound at the same time. Because this place was very quiet, any strange sound was very jarring. The sound came from a very far away place and could only be heard.
I could identify the general direction, and I really felt that it was a gunshot coming from a distance.
"There's a response!"
The three of us couldn't hold ourselves back, so we took out our guns and started firing randomly. Especially me, whose emotions had been blocked. At this time, I fired all the bullets in the magazine with a flick of my hand, hoping to get the other party.
Continuous response. But there was a loud noise on our side, and there was no movement on the other side.
"Look for it!" The monk dragged his injured leg and ran in front of Zhang Houhou, trying his best to speed up. Zhang Houhou and I were behind, still firing continuously.
There was only one gunshot from the opponent, and we could only judge the approximate direction. But within a hundred meters of walking in that direction, the surrounding stone forest had become densely packed in circles. It was not only dangerous, but also easy to get lost. The monk
Don't care about anything, just look for a direction and dive in head first.
The three of us emerged from a stone forest in embarrassment. The flashlight beam shone in front of us, and my eyes suddenly widened. The stone forest here is also very dense, but it is better than before. On a stalagmite that is not very thick
, a person was stuck, half of his body had sunk into the stone, and only the area above the chest was left outside.
He may have been unconscious, his head was drooping, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but at this moment, my body was shaken. I could feel that it was a mustache!
Immediately afterwards, we saw Bloomberg also fainted on the ground very close to the stalagmites, holding a gun in his hand.
"Quick!" The monk threw away his backpack and rushed over. I also ran in that direction like crazy. Only Zhang Hou was a little flinched, because we all know that the stalagmites here are very dangerous and can eat people. He hesitated
After a moment, he ran to rescue Bloomberg.
I rushed to the stalagmite in one breath. The distance was so close that the monk and I were absolutely sure that it was Mustache!
"What's wrong with you! What's wrong with you!" After such a long period of twists and turns, my mental endurance has reached the critical point. The moment I saw the mustache, my eyes and nose were sore, and I felt like tears were about to flow out.
Gong. I lifted up Mustache's head and tried to pull him out.
"Don't force it!" The monk only pulled once and found that his mustache was stuck very tightly in the stalagmite. A hard force would only kill him.
The two of us quickly dug out useful things from our backpacks and knocked on the stalagmites bit by bit. Mustache had no consciousness at all. I called him desperately and shook him, but there was no response. His eyes were closed tightly.
Breathing is very weak.
"I only have adrenaline, can I use it?" Zhang Hou opened his backpack tremblingly.
"use!"
The three of us were busy together. If we put aside the abnormal factors, such stalagmites are soluble rocks, but their hardness is still very high. We were afraid of hurting our mustaches in the process, so it was very laborious.
"Wake up! Wake up!" I grabbed the hand with the mustache exposed and shook it back and forth. Many times, human feelings are actually very fragile. I looked at his pale face and tightly closed eyes.
I was afraid that if I let go, he would die, so I cried and shook him hard.
His face was stained with blood, like strange and scarlet flowers blooming, and the blood was dazzling. His previous silence and perseverance were all gone, and he was also so fragile, as if he would stop breathing and heartbeat at any time, as if
I will leave this world forever at any time.
My eyes were blurred by tears, and in a daze, I seemed to see a sad and indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth again. It was like the smile on a portrait, like a portrait...
"You don't want to die! Don't die!" I was already sobbing, holding his cold hand: "I have six fingers! I have blood! Whatever you want me to do, I will do it. You don't want to die, please don't die.
..."
At this moment, I felt that I had really given up everything, and had only one thought: to let Mustache live, no matter how high the price was, I accepted it.
I cried for a long time and kept calling him. The monk was working very hard there. I rubbed my eyes hastily and planned to go and replace him. When I was about to let go of Mustache's cold hand, I suddenly
It felt like his fingers were moving. I immediately knelt down in front of him, held his hand, and gently raised his head.
I forcibly stopped crying and stared at his pale face. At this moment, even if he didn't speak, even if he couldn't do anything, as long as he opened his eyes and looked at me, my heart would be very happy.
Quiet, very quiet.
His eyes were still closed tightly, without any reaction. I couldn't help it anymore. I was really afraid that he would die in front of me. The cry that I had suppressed burst out again in an instant, and the tears fell one drop by one.
It dripped on the back of his hand, and then slipped into the palm of Mustache's hand.
Suddenly, my crying suddenly stopped again, because I clearly felt that although his eyes did not open, his two fingers squeezed my hand very lightly. Although
It was just a very light and subtle move, but I could feel that he had used all his strength.
He is still conscious! Still conscious! He knows everything happening around him, and he knows I am coming!
"You know I'm coming! Right! You know it! You won't die! You won't die! I know you won't die..."
This subtle movement made me full of confidence in an instant, and my strong feeling filled my mind. I firmly believed that Mustache would not die at any time or under any circumstances.
I stopped crying completely, wiped away my tears, and stood up in front of him, but I couldn't bear to let go of my hand. I was afraid that he would think that I had left him. The monk was still working hard, and I adjusted my breathing.
, very gently let go of his hand, folded two backpacks, and cushioned his drooped head. He seemed to be asleep, and his hand hung down softly.
The moment I turned my head, the words buried deep in my heart floated up like a silent fog.
"I'm on your side, always..."
I wiped away my last tear, held a steel drill tightly, and smashed it with a stone. As I smashed it, I muttered a sentence back and forth, as if I was telling myself, and as if I was telling him.