Two hundred and eighty-six. This shot is called good night
The sound of rushing water vaguely sounded in my ears.
Like near a waterfall or by a river bank.
The noisy sound washed into my mind, like a bunch of twisted and changing shadows, which was nauseating.
Lu Li slowly woke up and turned over, lying on the cold hard rock with a tearing pain in his chest, and kept retching.
There was no vomit, so Lu Li thought maybe a long time had passed.
Vomiting seemed to clear away the chaotic threads in my mind, and my consciousness slowly became clear.
Lu Li sat up and looked around. He seemed to be on a rock outcrop in the center of the river, surrounded by the rapid river and surrounded by darkness.
The oil lamp that emitted a faint light was placed aside, and his coat was spread under him to isolate himself from the rocks and prevent Lu Li's body from becoming as cold as the rocks.
The chest wound was also treated. The shirt was torn into strips of bandages and wrapped around the chest wound. The blood that penetrated contaminated the fabric.
Wow——
The unusually clear sound of water suddenly sounded, and a black shadow emerged from the water and climbed up the rock.
It was an outline wrapped in darkness, as if shimmering under the oil lamp.
Until a pair of white palms stretched out from under the black robe, wringing out the darkness little by little, forming layers of wrinkled black robe.
"You don't seem surprised by my appearance?" The young woman's voice came from the black robe. It was almost unrecognizable, but Lu Li recognized her.
An old friend: Friday.
Lu Li lowered his eyes slightly: "I don't know how to light an oil lamp when I'm unconscious, and I don't know how to treat wounds."
"So you seem disappointed?"
Dragging his black robe dripping with river water, Friday walked barefoot to the oil lamp, put down the oil lamp tray that was also dripping, and sat down: "I am disappointed that I am still alive, but I am still disappointed that it is me who is seeing..."
Lu Li's black eyes condensed, staring at the shadow under the black robe: "You know everything?"
As if wiping his hair, Friday tilted his head and dried the fabric on one side, without answering.
"Then what happened."
Turn to the other side on Friday and continue to grip the fabric on the left side.
Lu Li didn't ask her again and quietly recalled everything that had happened before.
He was only a few miles away from the oasis, but Anna was attacked, stabbed in the chest with a spear, and fell into the abyss...
Snap—pop—pop—
A crisp sound of applause suddenly came from the side.
"In order to protect the male protagonist, the female protagonist is willing to become an evil spirit without reason and help the male protagonist break free from his restraints. The male protagonist also finally breaks free from the restraints and would rather be killed by the female protagonist than kill the female protagonist——"
Friday, wearing a wrinkled black robe, clapped his hands in praise.
"An impressive script."
Lu Li looked calmly and had some guesses.
"Is that you in the beach house?"
He thought of the words he saw on the way back after stopping Richard from seizing the body of the Old One, and the silhouette of the black robe who walked into the cabin and put down the "Lighthouse" when he fell asleep in the beach house.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Friday spread his palms. "I'm just talking about this novel."
Snap——
A wet book sat next to the oil lamp, with an introduction written on the brown cover.
[In order to protect the male protagonist, the female protagonist is willing to become an evil spirit without rational self and help the male protagonist break free from the restraints. The male protagonist also finally breaks free from the restraints and would rather be killed by the female protagonist than kill the female protagonist——]
Some kind of strange coincidence?
Lu Li looked at the oil lamp he brought back on Friday and reached out to pick it up.
A familiar feeling arises spontaneously.
Realizing something, Lu Li turned over the oil lamp. Two lines of inscriptions were engraved on the base.
[The brilliance of humanity gathers in the wick]
[It should be where it is]
"Lighthouse." Lu Li looked at Friday.
"I just fished it out from the water. It seems to be yours? You're pretty lucky." Friday whistled lightly.
Lu Li stopped asking and looked around at the dark night sky: "Are we in the old river channel?"
"No."
Friday shook his head, stood up with the lighted oil lamp, raised it above his head, revealing the wet rock wall reflecting the water light.
She walked around the edge of the rock, which surrounded them from all sides.
"We are underground."
Lu Li frowned due to the sudden stabbing pain in his head. The memories before his coma were activated by Friday, flooding in like a tide: He fell into the abyss, and he didn't know how long he fell. He hit the water as hard as a bluestone pavement and fell into a coma.
Holding his wound and getting up, Lu Li took the oil lamp from Friday's hand and looked around.
As Friday said, they were in a small cavity created by a layer of underground rock. An underground river washed over the edge.
"Why are you here?" Lu Li asked Friday, who sat down again.
"I should be asking you that." Friday picked up the book and threw it into the corner. He raised his head and asked: "I came earlier than you. I saw you being washed by the current and dragged you up. If I moved slower, you
It was swept further down by the water, so you’re welcome.”
"Thanks."
Lu Li squatted beside the rapid underground river, took a sip of the clear and cold river water. The good news is that this underground water is drinkable fresh water.
The bad news is that they're trapped here.
"How far is it from the ground?"
"Who knows, maybe we are not far from the center of the earth." Friday replied, and there was no despair in her tone of being trapped underground.
Lu Li stopped exploring and returned to the middle of the rocks. There was nothing here except rocks and water.
"How did you get here?" he asked Friday, whose identity was mysterious.
Friday calmly leaned against the rock wall and recounted his experience: "I followed the fleet that conquered the Time of Silence. After they failed, I jumped into the river and was carried by the river into the abyss everywhere in the wilderness. What about you?"
"Same as you." Lu Li replied briefly.
He lowered his head to check the wound, and Friday echoed: "Your injury is very serious. When I rescued you, I could barely feel your body temperature. I bandaged it briefly and thought I was going to live here with the corpse. I didn't expect you to wake up."
.”
"Thank you." Lu Li thanked him again.
Although Friday's identity is mysterious and his movements are erratic, more like a weirdo than a human being - Lu Li has never been prejudiced by his identity.
Especially when he saved Lu Li for the second time on Friday.
"I need to rest for a while." Lu Li sat on the blanket made of his coat, cold sweat as cold as the river water appeared on his forehead.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss or hypothermia, he had trouble maintaining his thoughts and felt tired and sleepy.
"Now? Here?" Friday looked around at the darkness. "You will freeze to death in your sleep."
Everything in the cold rock formations robs you of your body temperature.
"Being awake won't make the situation better." Lu Li just replied, holding the lost "lighthouse".
The "Lighthouse" shines with a warm light like the sun, illuminating the rock formations and dispelling the chill all over the body. Even Friday felt cozy and comfortable.
But it didn't take long for Lu Li to burn the light. After more than ten seconds, Lu Li let go of his hand, curled up in the afterglow of the light, and fell into a deep sleep.