"I admit that what you said makes sense, and I can let you go temporarily, but I will not give up on what I need to do." Jiang Xinyue's eyes were very firm.
Her greatest hope is to avenge her mother and family, and she will not completely change her mind just because of Jiang Zhihao's few words.
Jiang Zhihao also understood this truth, and he knew even more clearly that Jiang Xinyue's ability to give up killing herself actually meant that her mind had changed.
It's just that this woman is too stubborn. If you want her to change completely, it will take time and an opportunity.
Jiang Zhihao still doesn't know what the opportunity is.
"If you decide not to kill me, we can reply to them and prepare to go back." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Why are you going back so soon? Don't you plan to stay here for a while?" Jiang Xinyue sneered: "Or is my body not as warm as your wife?"
Jiang Zhihao's expression was a little strange when he heard this.
No matter how warm your body is, what does it have to do with me?
Jiang Xinyue snorted and said: "In my opinion, if you want to leave now, you may be too young. The reason why the Bodhisattva did not come down must be blocked by the miasma layer above. This layer of miasma is much more powerful than you think.
, she must be preparing the antidote now, who knows when she will be able to successfully prepare it."
Jiang Zhihao thought for a moment and thought what she said made sense.
Since the above keeps putting food here and no one comes down to investigate, the only possibility is that the miasma layer is hindering them.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhihao said: "Even if we can't go up now, at least we can ask them to send some insulation materials so that we won't freeze to death here at night."
Jiang Xinyue had no intention of stopping this.
Jiang Zhihao went over to pick up the paper and pen on the cable, wrote down his needs, and said that the two of them were in good condition, so they didn't need to worry.
After finishing writing, Jiang Zhihao carefully wrapped the paper into a bag and shook the steel cable vigorously.
Jiang Chushan above looks like an old man fishing. After a month, his hair has grown a lot whiter and his face looks even more tired.
The shaking of the steel rope instantly cheered him up, and he shouted excitedly: "There's something moving!"
Murong Lanyi, who was preparing the antidote at the side, immediately looked over. Jiang Chushan shouted below: "Write down the situation and I will pull up the steel cable later!"
It's just that the miasma layer is too thick, not only preventing people from coming down, but also weakening the sound and making it impossible to hear it.
After about ten minutes, Jiang Chushan pulled up the steel cable.
Seeing the rewrapped paper and pen, he became energetic and quickly opened the things.
After looking at the words written on the paper, Jiang Chushan laughed happily: "They are indeed still alive!"
Murong Lanyi didn't even bother preparing the antidote, and quickly came over to take the paper and look at it carefully.
The handwriting was Jiang Zhihao's, and she could recognize it at a glance.
Seeing Jiang Zhihao saying that the current situation is good, but it is too cold at night and they need something to keep warm, Murong Lanyi quickly said to Jiang Chushan: "Quickly prepare what they need!"
"Okay, I'll go right away!" Jiang Chushan ran down the mountain without saying a word.
Murong Lanyi walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down the canyon with a smile on her face.
This was the first time in a month that she smiled.
"Since you are still alive, why didn't you deliver the news earlier? Really!" After all, she was still very happy.