Uncle Yao's screams made Wei Ba's heart go cold. After all, this was the elder of the family who was most familiar to him. He raised his foot high and kicked it against the ground, breaking the protruding tip of the knife.
, he cleared the obstacles little by little and moved closer to Yao Shu. Although Yao Shu's two feet were punctured, his rationality was still there. He endured the pain and did not dare to move, waiting for Wei Ba to come to the rescue.
As the ground under his feet became wider and wider, Wei Ba's movements became faster and faster. When he was about to approach Yao Shu, he stretched out one hand and directly lifted Yao Shu over. The tip of the knife was already blunt.
It passed through the sole of Yao Shu's foot again, and the pain was so painful that he bit his lip.
Uncle Yao sat down on the ground, his legs twitching with the soles of his feet. People like them always carry medicine with them. Although they couldn't take off the baggage they carried, the medicine was kept close to their body. Wei Ba quickly replaced it.
Uncle Yao looked at the injury. After the bleeding stopped, a packet of wound medicine was directly applied on it, and he tied it tightly with a strip of cloth.
Uncle Yao's face was pale. It was not until the wound was temporarily treated that Wei Ba calmed down and observed the current situation. At this glance, he felt a little dizzy. The pit was almost seven or eight meters deep. If it was an ordinary
As long as there is a gap in the pit wall, Weiba can climb up little by little. But the wall of the pit is very smooth, and there is no place for his hand to stick to it. Weiba put the hand in a corner.
The tip of the knife was all removed, and I tried to escape. However, I barely managed to climb up for more than one meter, and then I lost control of my body and fell down.
"Lao Ba, you blame me for this." Yao Shu regretted it very much.
"Uncle Yao, what's the use of talking about this now?" Wei Ba grinned. He heard Wei Tong say more than once that the more difficult he is, the more he must believe in himself, because there is no one else to rely on. If he collapses first,
If it falls, who can you expect to rescue it? He is very aware of the situation at hand, but he has no intention of blaming Uncle Yao.
Uncle Yao could no longer stand up and crawled to the place where Weiba was trying to escape. He looked at the wall of the pit and recognized that it was polished granite.
"Our guys are all staying up there." Wei Ba glanced up and said, "Otherwise, we can make a way up little by little."
The baggage he carried with him and most of the tools were on it. Weiba only had a dagger, but he didn't know how to use it. The blade scratched the stone without leaving even a mark.
"Try this." Uncle Yao handed over a very small hammer. A ball was embedded in one section of the hammer, which was extremely hard.
The average dirt crawler will have a life-saving thing close to him, so that he can still fight when the situation is desperate. This is Yaoshu's personal belongings, whether it is used against the enemy or as a temporary tool, it is very convenient. The hammer is small,
But the inlaid ball like a steel ball can penetrate a person's skull at once.
Weiba used a hammer to hit the wall of the pit back and forth. Although the stone was very hard, under the blow of this sharp weapon, bits and pieces of gravel continued to fly horizontally. Weiba kept banging until one of his arms went numb.
When it was numb, a small round pit was made on the wall of the pit.
"It's a bit different." Weiba tried using his hand in the small pit, and he could barely get some strength. If it were deeper, it would be better.
"Try your best." Uncle Yao is not as optimistic as Wei Ba. He thinks far ahead and thinks more. Wei Ba always feels that there is hope. He can use a hammer to make small holes little by little and then climb up. But Uncle Yao knows,
Most of their belongings were left on top. Without enough food and water, the two of them would collapse within a short time.
"Then you can't just wait to die, right?" Weiba twisted his wrist and started tapping the wall of the pit again.
This is a very difficult job. It was okay at the beginning. Although it took a long time to knock out a small hole that could be used for strength, Weiba could endure it. However, it gradually became impossible. The heavy consumption of physical strength and the
Lack of food was a fatal disadvantage. Weiba endured it for two days, and the work became slower and slower. Yaoshu was even worse, with wounds on his body, so he could only lie at the bottom of the pit and watch Weiba.
On the fourth day, Weiba couldn't hold it any longer. He might be able to endure it if he was hungry, but he really couldn't endure it without water. He was forced to stop beating, licked his chapped lips, and sat down weakly.
Next to Uncle Yao, he turned to look at him.
"Uncle Yao, what should I do?"
"No way." Uncle Yao shook his head. In the past four days, he has thought of all the ways he could think of. He is a tolerant person, but what can he do no matter how much he can endure it? He can hold his nose and drink himself
What should I do if I drink urine but have finished drinking it?
"If there is a jar of wine now, I can knock it on top in one breath." Wei Ba couldn't help but close his eyes, because even opening his eyes was a burden for him. He gasped slightly, his eyes
As soon as I closed my eyes, many hallucinations appeared in my mind.
This hallucination lasted for a day, and on the fifth day, Wei Ba finally understood that he was going to die. All along, Wei Ba felt that the word death was too far away from him, and there was no need to worry at all, at least not now. But when
When death really comes, he realizes his fragility and powerlessness.
With all his martial arts skills, he is as good as a wolf or a tiger, so what? Without a sip of water or a morsel of food, the great hero has to lie down like a dog.
"Uncle Yao, we are going to die, right?" Wei Ba muttered. He didn't know if Uncle Yao could hear it, but it didn't matter anymore.
Many things appeared in Wei Ba's mind, sometimes it was the Wei family compound, and sometimes it was Shura Hell. He vaguely heard Wei Tong's voice, and vaguely heard Yun Luo's heart-wrenching cry when she said goodbye, and also heard
Tang Yan sobbed softly.
"Li Ling is three hundred miles away, he is the number one hero..."
All the hallucinations dissipated. The moment before Weiba lost consciousness, the words of the old boatman came to mind again. This made Weiba, who had been dragged by death for most of the hell, feel proud. His eyes were closed.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A person's life may be long and complicated. There are ordinary people who are wonderful, and heroes are lonely. Everyone is a book, and it is worth reading carefully. They use their own lives to write this book, and after writing this
It takes a lifetime to write this book, and it takes a long time to finish reading this book. But when they die, everything happens so quickly. Death will not slow down, it will come as soon as it is said.
Weiba lost consciousness. He retained the last trace of consciousness at this moment. Being awake made him know one thing: once he passed out, he would never have the chance to wake up again.
Weiba suddenly had a fear of death that was so strong that it penetrated his bones. That feeling was so bad that Weiba was extremely resistant to this feeling.
But at the time, he couldn't escape this feeling.
Everyone will die, but when a young and promising person is about to die in the golden age of his life, he will cherish his life more than anyone else. Regardless of whether his life can be saved, he will definitely do his best.
"I don't want to die." This is the feeling Weiba had when he realized life for the first time.
Everything is too late.
Weiba seemed to be really dead. He lost consciousness and his brain and thinking stagnated. In this case, it was impossible for him to come back to life.
Many people later said that Weiba was a legendary figure, and some of his stories had been talked about for many years. But no one knew that his legend actually started from this moment. No matter how long this past event was,
It is cruel, but it cannot erase the fact that Weiba is a strong man. In an absolute dilemma, if one person survives and the other dies, then it can only be said that the person who survives is the strong one.
The world is actually a huge and vast jungle, and the sky is only open to the strong.
It was unclear how long Weiba had been in a coma, and there was absolutely no chance of waking up again. Weiba miraculously woke up. Maybe it was the good physique he had worked hard for many years that gave him a chance to wake up, but what made him wake up was
The main reason was a sharp pain that cut through my bones.
The moment he woke up, Weiba even had the illusion that he was dead, but had just been thrown into hell and was being tortured by various tortures.
He tried to open his eyes, and his numb body regained consciousness as he woke up. He felt severe pain coming from his left leg. He saw a little fire and a figure. Weiba's thinking and consciousness recovered very much.
Quickly, because this kind of severe pain is really unbearable and will make people extremely awake. He found that there was an extra rope on his body at some point, and this rope tied him very tightly.
When Wei Ba saw the light of fire, the illusion that had just dissipated in his mind reappeared involuntarily. What did he see?
What he saw was a face that was thin and shrunken due to lack of water. This face was familiar, but to Wei Ba at this moment, it was so strange and eerie. This face was right next to Wei Ba's left leg.
, was tearing apart and devouring a bloody piece of meat.
The extreme fear made Wei Ba couldn't help shouting. A strength that seemed to be not his own emerged in his weak body. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked the meat-eater out.
"Uncle Yao?" Wei Ba was tied so tightly with the rope that he couldn't sit up. He didn't want to admit it, or even believe his eyes, but everything in front of him was so real.
Uncle Yao was eating meat, a piece of bloody meat. The corners of his mouth and teeth were stained with blood. It made him look like a devil who eats human flesh raw.
Where does the meat come from? There is almost no need to explain this question, because the severe pain that keeps coming from my left leg has already explained this problem.
Uncle Yao was eating Wei Ba's flesh, meat cut from his body alive.