When Feng Weihuan heard the sound, his heartbeat that was almost suffocating just now finally calmed down a lot.
As long as the child is okay.
Eh? She seems to be fine. What is under her?
The little guy jumped up and came to support Feng Weihuan. After Feng Weihuan got up, in the dim light, he realized that the pad of flesh under him was a person.
Still an acquaintance.
"Mr. Nan, are you okay?" Feng Weihuan did not dare to move people rashly. She had learned first aid from Wei Zi and knew that when dealing with injured people, be sure to remember to move them carelessly.
"It's okay." Nan Ming secretly took a deep breath, and when he stood up with his hands on the ground, he secretly used his inner strength to dislocate the bones of his left ankle.
Staggering, he quickly held onto the wall with his hands and smiled bitterly: "My left leg is broken."
Feng Weihuan hurriedly helped the person sit down carefully, turned his head and asked the little guy: "Do you have any fire marks on your body?"
"Yes." Feng Jiayu dug out his wallet, took out a fire stick, and lit it skillfully.
If Nan Ming hadn't been there, Feng Weihuan would have definitely given him a lesson: He always plays with fire, right?
Forget it, remember this in advance.
Taking the fire certificate from the little guy's hand, she looked around: "It seems to be a trap dug while hunting... No -"
She suddenly realized: "In a Buddhist land, killing is not allowed, right?"
"There is a road here!" The little guy was faster than Feng Weihuan. He had already completed a lap and found a hole. He was pulling away the dead leaves at the entrance of the hole and preparing to dig in.
Feng Weihuan was so frightened that he rushed over to stop him: "Don't move."
She looked up at the roof of the cave and estimated that it was about two feet high. A weak scholar with a broken leg, a five-year-old child, and her who didn't know Kung Fu were three weak chickens. It was difficult to climb out.
It's quite big, not to mention there are masked men in black outside.
"Master Nan, where are your followers?" Feng Weihuan remembered that when he saw him just now, he was surrounded by followers.
"I'm going to have a vegetarian meal first during the winter solstice. I'm just wandering around in the mountains."
"When you were walking around, did you see the masked man in black?"
"Never." Nan Ming said without blushing or out of breath, it was more true than true.
"In other words, you can't count on your entourage." Feng Weihuan stared at the hole, hesitating whether to give it a try to see if he could get out.
"Auntie, let me go and take a look." The little guy didn't have any fear of being in trouble. Instead, he felt like he was taking an adventure, and his whole body was filled with excitement and eagerness to try.
Feng Weihuan didn't know whether to be happy or melancholy. She didn't want to bring up a child who was so scared that she cried, but she also didn't want the children around her to try everything they saw.
"Aren't you afraid that there are snakes, insects, rats, and ants in there?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a three-year-old child."
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will be eaten by snakes, insects, rats, and ants. Feng Jiayu, just stay quiet for a while." Feng Weihuan could only stop him with a command.
"Ahem." Nan Ming coughed slightly, indicating that there was a third person in the cave.
"Let that uncle go!" The little guy responded quickly: "The third uncle said that a man must protect the old, weak, women and children. If you don't let me protect you, then let your uncle protect you!"
Feng Weihuan: "..." Why does this sound so awkward?
