Day after day, Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Zhihao lasted for a whole month.
During this month, food was dropped every day without interruption, and a steel cable hung there every day, waiting for their reply.
Above the canyon, Murong Lanyi's hair was messy and her whole body exuded an unpleasant smell.
This is not only because she has not cleansed her body for a long time, but also because she has prepared too many kinds of medicines and the smell after mixing them.
Jiang Chushan was so smoked that he passed by with his nose covered every day.
Even the animals in the jungle dare not approach easily for fear of being smoked to death.
Murong Lanyi's eyes were bloodshot and she hadn't slept for many days.
For a month, she couldn't find a potion to break the miasma, which made her extremely anxious and even doubted her ability.
If medical skills are so great, how could he not be worthy?
She has now formed an obsession in her heart. If she doesn't prepare the correct antidote, she might as well die!
Jiang Chushan was frightened when he saw it, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Miss Murong, why don't you take a rest, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. The more you act like this, the more likely you are..."
Murong Lanyi raised her head and stared at him with red eyes, as if Jiang Chushan would kill him if he said one more word.
This was the first time Jiang Chushan encountered such a scary look. He trembled all over and did not dare to say any more.
Murong Lanyi then lowered her head and continued to prepare the potion quickly.
Jiang Chushan also took back today's steel cable. Looking at the severely corroded steel cable and the paper and pen that still had no traces of contact, he sighed and couldn't help but ask: "Do you think they are really here?"
Down there?”
In fact, Jiang Chushan wanted to ask, do you think they are still alive?
But he really couldn't ask this question. That was his daughter, the only sustenance in his life after the death of his wife.
If Jiang Xinyue also dies, Jiang Chushan really doesn't know what the point of being alive is.
If possible, he hoped that he could die in front of Jiang Xinyue and would never do what a white-haired person does to a black-haired person!
Murong Lanyi said without raising her head: "Nonsense!"
She didn't want to answer the question, nor did she feel the need to answer it.
As long as she didn't see Jiang Zhihao's body for a day, she firmly believed that this man must still be alive!
How could the subject of her research die so easily?
Seeing that it was getting dark, Jiang Chushan lit the bonfire and started cooking dinner.
People are like iron, and food is like steel. No matter how anxious you are, you still have to fill your stomach.
Fortunately, there is a lot of wood and small animals here. Just catching a few rabbits is enough to feed you for a whole day.
Looking at the dark canyon below, Jiang Chushan sighed a few times and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless his daughter.
At this time, below the canyon, Jiang Xinyue's body was trembling.
It was extremely cold today, not because the temperature had dropped again, but because she felt a little unable to hold on.
The bone-chilling cold that lasted for a month made her whole body a little stiff, and even the sun during the day seemed unable to relieve the cold.
As for Jiang Zhihao behind her, there was no movement at this moment.
Jiang Xinyue said habitually: "Are you sure you want to keep going? Don't say I didn't warn you, even I can't hold on anymore."