This place is hidden in the mountains, with crisscrossed paths and criss-crossing swamps. It is named because of its complex and strange terrain, which is also shrouded in smoke and can easily make people lose their way.
The words carved on the mountain wall were telling Huang Donglai that he had broken into this ecstasy that was like "the gate of hell".
But Huang Donglai then thought again...there seems to be something wrong with this word.
The mountain wall in front of us is so high, and the surface is bare, with not even a ledge that can be climbed. How could it be possible to have dozens of such large words carved at such a high place?
This is deep in the mountains. Even if you have a construction truck that can build a ladder, you can't drive it in. Besides, there is no such thing these days.
Could it be that someone with high martial arts skills remotely operated it using internal force?
This is possible, and if this is the answer, then the martial arts of the person who carved the words must be the best among the best.
As mentioned earlier, a person who can release his internal force externally and act on it at a great distance is already a first-class master. On this basis, if he can control it freely, he will have reached a super-first-class state. Similar to "using force"
"The internal force is used to carve words on a hard object in the distance." This kind of operation, which coexists with destructive power and precision, must be accomplished by a unique martial arts prodigy and years of hard training.
If you think about it further, there is another possibility... maybe this mountain wall was not a "mountain wall" before, but a "flat land". Later, it was "moved" by some big immortal cultivators and became what it is now.
state.
Of course, assuming there is someone in this world who can move mountains, it would be more convenient for him to "fly" and carve words directly.
No matter what, one thing is certain, that is: the person who carved these two lines of words is definitely an ordinary person.
What puzzled Huang Donglai was - what was the master's motive for carving this character?
If the person who carved these words wanted to remind others to stay away from danger, then he should have left some tips on how to escape from here. But there is no such information in these two lines of words. They are simply telling you bad things.
information.
"Is this meant to scare people?" Therefore, Huang Donglai thought about it for a while and made such a judgment.
This conclusion is generally correct.
In fact, these words didn't exist yesterday, but someone had just engraved them earlier today, or in other words, they were written specifically for him to see.
The person who carved the words mainly wanted to test Huang Donglai's courage; saying that he was "scare" him... is not wrong.
"Oh, forget it." Huang Donglai thought for a while and then said to himself, "I can't find the direction at all. What's the difference between wandering around in the mountains with me and me?"
He muttered these words, then continued to move forward despite his fatigue.
Huang Donglai didn't know that if he chose to turn around and go back immediately at this time, he would be out of the forest within a moment and would never be able to find his way back to the mountain wall in his life.
But precisely because he passed this first "test", he has to continue to suffer...
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The sky is getting darker and the clouds and fog around are getting thicker and thicker.
The continuous chill accompanied by the moisture from the mountains penetrated into Huang Donglai's bone marrow layer by layer, but at the same time, he felt extremely thirsty, which made his lips chapped and his throat sore.
"We can't go on like this..." Huang Donglai really reached his limit at this moment. After seeing the inscription, he walked on for more than half an hour. During this period, not to mention eating, not even one place was clean.
He didn't even see the source of water, and the surrounding scenery was all the same, making it difficult to distinguish.
But he was afraid that once he stopped and rested, he would never be able to stand up again. In that case... the only thing waiting for him would be death.
"Help - is there anyone -"
Just when Huang Donglai was thinking wildly, he heard a faint cry for help coming from the forest mist in the distance.
Huang Donglai initially thought he was dizzy due to hunger and hallucinating, but the further he walked, the clearer the sound became.
"Ha..." At this moment, Huang Donglai smiled.
When this person reaches the end of his rope, he will easily develop this kind of mentality of breaking things down. At this time, if something bad happens to you, you won't care too much.
"As a mud bodhisattva, I can't even save myself when crossing the river, but I still need to save my life." Huang Donglai smiled bitterly and still followed the voice.
After walking for about a few dozen meters, he saw...a man sitting under a dead tree, shouting feebly.
He was a man who looked to be in his forties, tall and thick, and dressed like a woodcutter, but he had neither an ax nor firewood at hand at the moment.
Almost at the same second that Huang Donglai saw him, he also saw Huang Donglai.
"Ah! Young Master, come quickly...come and save me!" The man immediately seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and his voice suddenly became louder.
"Oh... it's coming, it's coming..." Huang Donglai walked over with blank eyes.
It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, it's just that he really doesn't have the strength to go fast.
When he got closer, Huang Donglai realized that something was wrong with the person in front of him - the person's right leg below the knee was bent at a weird angle. At first glance, it looked like a twisted chicken wing.
That way.
"Brother, what are your legs..." Huang Donglai looked at the other person and then asked.
"Oh... unlucky..." The man pointed to a steep slope not far away with a painful look on his face, "Earlier today, I was cutting firewood in the forest on that slope. I never thought that the sole of my foot would slip.
I rolled down the slope and broke a leg... It hurt me so much that I couldn't help but scream every day... Fortunately, I have met you now, sir. If I had
If I wait here alone until dark, I'm afraid I'll feed the wolves."
After hearing this, Huang Donglai said in his heart: It's not the same when you meet me. I'm no better than you now, and I might have to feed the wolves with you.
Of course, on the surface he still pretended to be calm and said: "Uh... Brother, do you live in this mountain?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's right." The man replied, "My name is Zhao Achun. I live on the other side of the hillside and make a living by chopping firewood."
"Chopping firewood for a living?" Huang Donglai immediately looked suspicious when he heard this, "You live in the mountains... Who can you sell the firewood you cut?"
"Sell it to the market." Zhao Achun replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Market?" This statement made Huang Donglai feel even more strange, "Is there a market near here?"
Now it was Zhao Achun who asked in a puzzled tone: "Climb the mountain in front and walk a few miles north to Yingjing County. Master, aren't you... from there?"
"Ah? Yingjing?" Huang Donglai also looked at the map before going out and vaguely remembered the name of the place. He couldn't help but whispered, "Have I come so far? I'm almost to the northwest of Wawu Mountain."
"Young Master... Young Master?" Seeing Huang Donglai dazed thoughtfully, Zhao Achun called him twice more.
"Huh? What?" Huang Dong came to his senses and responded.
"Uh... look, can you be kind and lend a hand to help me go home?" After all, this was a matter of life and death, and Zhao Achun did not show politeness to Huang Donglai, he made this request directly.
Ordinarily speaking, this is not too much to ask. As a young man, you can't even help a man with a broken leg walk two steps. You can also carry a man up a mountain on your back.
But now Huang Donglai is in a state where he is about to lie down. He still hopes that someone will help him. This request is... a bit overwhelming for him.
"Brother, let me tell you the truth..." Huang Donglai really had nothing to hide, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I... came in from the southeast of Wawu Mountain and walked all the way for four days and three nights.
When we get here, we haven’t eaten or drank for a whole day and a night, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you.”
"Ah? This..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Achun's face suddenly became nervous again, "What should we do..."
"How about this." Huang Donglai said, "Brother, if you have anything to eat or drink with you, bring some out for me to deal with first. I am a martial artist. I just need to eat something, drink something, and rest for a while.
It will restore a lot of strength, and I can carry you home when the time comes."
"I don't have any on me either." Zhao Achun replied in a very embarrassed tone, "I brought my ax and basket with me when I went out this morning. I also lost them when I rolled down the hillside..." He said this,
It seemed that something suddenly occurred to him, "Huh? Otherwise... the hut I live in is not too far from here. Young Master, you can go to my house alone first and look for some water and food in the house. You can have a few bites."
Take a break and come back to pick me up."
"Okay." Huang Donglai didn't think much and agreed without hesitation; for him, this was not so much him "helping" others as it was others helping him.
It was getting darker and darker. Without further ado, Zhao Achun told Huang Donglai the location of his residence in detail, and the two parted ways for the time being.
Perhaps because of the renewed hope, Huang Donglai, who was already at the end of his strength, gritted his teeth and squeezed out some strength to support him all the way up the hillside.
Zhao Achun didn't lie. His residence was indeed not too far from the place where his accident occurred. In normal times, Huang Donglai could reach there in five minutes by using Qinggong. Even if an ordinary person were to walk from downhill to uphill
The slope then passes through a small forest, which is only twenty minutes away.
But at this time, Huang Donglai walked and crawled for more than half an hour before finishing the walk...
There were no locks on the thatched hut in this barren mountain, so Huang Donglai opened the door and entered. As soon as he entered, he threw his luggage on the ground and went straight to the stove.
He opened the lid of the pot on the stove and saw that there was a half-eaten pancake in the pot. He stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word. Then he turned around and ran to the water vat in the other corner of the room to scoop out the pancake.
Take a drink of water.
You can imagine the temperature on a day like the winter solstice. The unheated cake and water are more like ice than cold. But for a person who has not eaten or drank all day and night and is still walking on the mountain road,
Even if it's sour, he won't mind.
In less than two minutes, Huang Donglai took care of this meal.
He didn't waste any time, and immediately sat down on someone else's kang, and began to exercise and adjust his breath... Just like that, after another quarter of an hour, Huang Donglai got up again, ready to go back to rescue Zhao Achun.
Some people may wonder that in such a short period of time, Brother Huang has finished adjusting his breath before he has even digested the cake he swallowed?
of course not……
After this rest, Huang Donglai only recovered a little bit, but he understood that Zhao Achun, who was still sitting in the field, was in a more urgent situation than him. If it were any later, the day would be completely dark, and something might happen by then.
, so he only recovered a little strength and went out again, without even taking his luggage.
At this moment, he was thinking: Anyway, it's not too late to carry Zhao Achun back first and then rest.
However, when he returned to the dead tree, something unexpected happened.
Zhao Achun, who had a broken leg... actually disappeared.