Qin Fan patted his heavy head again, turned around and looked around blankly.
"Am I coming out?" Qin Fan murmured.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, but Qin Fan felt that this was almost like a dream.
After all, what happened in the underground palace before was too unreal.
Immediately, he looked up at the dense jungle around him and recalled the events before he fell into coma.
Meet giant insects, rotting corpses and that old man with a white beard.
"Damn it, is this really a dream?" Qin Fan was completely confused at this time.
At this time, Qin Fan looked down and saw the book on the Qingxin Dharma thrown there half a meter away.
Qin Fan was startled and hurriedly took it over.
After looking through it, it turned out to be a cultivation book given to him by the old Taoist Whitebeard.
"My day"......
Qin Fan's expression changed slightly, he thought to himself that this was not a dream, but a reality.
Closing the book, Qin Fan sighed and reached out to touch his back.
"hiss"……
The wound ached faintly, and I was even more sure that what I encountered before was not a dream.
He had also encountered strange underground tombs in the mountains of southern Zhejiang Province before, but it was obviously not as strange as this time.
Qin Fan paused for a moment, suddenly startled, looked up and looked around, and saw that Xiao Li was not there. Qin Fan immediately called Xiao Li.
"Little raccoon!"
"Little raccoon!"
Qin Fan called several times, but still found no sign of the little raccoon.
At this time, Qin Fan's expression suddenly changed. He thought to himself that he couldn't have come up on his own, because Xiaoli hadn't come up yet.
Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly became anxious.
He quickly stood up and began to look for the entrance to the underground tomb.
The mud left by the surrounding flash floods has crusted and hardened into lumps.
Stepping on it makes a crackling sound like peeling beans.
Qin Fan didn't care about studying those things at this time, he was focused on finding Xiaoli.
I searched around for a while but found nothing.
Qin Fan then tried his best to turn on the perspective and took a look, but still found no trace.
He recalled that the old Taoist Qingyangzi said that the underground tomb was about to collapse. Could it be that Xiaoli had already died inside?
Thinking like this, Qin Fan became even more anxious.
"Little raccoon!"
"Little raccoon!"
Qin Fan called a few more times, but as before, there was still no movement.
"Holy shit"...
Qin Fan sat down on the ground, looking lonely and sad.
He turned his head to look at the Shangqing Mental Method in his hand, and threw the book out with a bang.
Qin Fan scolded: "I'll go to your grandma, return the book to you, and return the little raccoon to me!"
To be honest, although Qin Fan only wanted to practice, he felt that Xiaoli was more important than Xiaoli.
Qin Fan sat there and called Xiaoli several more times.
But there was no response just like before, and Qin Fan was completely desperate now.
The vicious sunlight passed through the dense forest and shone on Qin Fan's face, revealing his angry and disappointed face.
Qin Fan lay there helplessly, thinking of the time he spent with Xiaoli.
But now that Xiaoli was missing, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
At this time, there was a sudden meow.
When Qin Fan heard this, he was suddenly startled and hurriedly sat up and turned around to look.
Only then did I realize that Xiaoli was holding a small branch in his mouth and had some wild fruits hanging on the branch.
"Holy shit"...
Qin Fan knew that Xiao Li was looking for food for him, and his sadness suddenly turned into joy.
He looked at Xiao Li intently. At this time, Xiao Li ran up to him, raised his head and gave the wild fruit to Qin Fan.
Qin Fan looked at the little raccoon, took the branch, and looked at the wild fruits.
Suddenly he angrily slapped Xiao Li on the head and cursed: "Damn it, where did you go? I thought you were finished!"
Suddenly the little raccoon cat screamed.
Qin Fan felt a little distressed when he saw Xiao Li like this.
He sighed, then stretched out his hand to pet the little raccoon, and then asked softly: "Are you okay?"
Xiaoli looked up at Qin Fan and immediately shook his head to indicate that it was okay.
Qin Fan felt relieved after taking a look. Then he picked a wild fruit, broke half of it and put it in the palm of his hand. The little raccoon came forward and licked the flesh of the fruit.
This guy used to be a carnivore, but after following Qin Fan for nearly a year, the little raccoon's habits have changed a lot, and now he also eats fruits.
Seeing the little raccoon eating deliciously, Qin Fan smiled knowingly.
Then he shared a few fruits with the little raccoon, and Qin Fan felt his stomach felt much better.
Immediately, Qin Fan stood up, took the book of Qingxin Dharma, and took a look at it.
Qin Fan had always been interested in traditional Chinese culture in the past, so he was somewhat familiar with Xiaozhuan.
But even so, Qin Fan still didn't understand many words in it.
Qin Fan simply put the Supreme Pure Mind Dharma in his pocket.
He thought about taking a good look when he had time, but the most important thing now was to think of a way to get out.
At the same time, Qin Fan actually felt a little regretful.
Being in the tomb was so sudden, Qin Fan still had many questions in his mind, and he didn't have time to ask the white-bearded old man.
He always had a vague feeling that this tomb was somehow related to the one in the cave in the village.
What made Qin Fan even more curious was, how could this old man with a white beard know Xiaoli?
There are so many questions that Qin Fan can't answer now.
Sighing, Qin Fan turned to look at Xiaoli, who was squatting quietly beside him.
He patted Xiao Li on the head and said with a smile: "Xiao Li, I don't know what you do, but after going through so much, I still want to thank you."
Little Li tilted her head and looked at Qin Fan, meowing and wagging her tail.
After sitting for a while, Qin Fan meditated cross-legged and cultivated the remaining spiritual energy in his body.
After the injury on his back healed, Qin Fan got up and took Xiaoli to find a way out of the forest.
After experiencing a mudslide, the forest is now a bit messy, but the mud is crusted, so walking is not difficult.
Along the way, there are many dead animals and occasionally human corpses.
Qin Fan knew that the large-scale mudslide must have caused a lot of casualties.
Moreover, he calculated that based on this hard lump of mud, Qin Fan estimated that at least half a month had passed.
In the past half month, Qin Fan wonders how the disaster relief has been going?
Moreover, he was also worried about whether He Xinrong and Li Shi could escape safely.
So Qin Fan thought of going to the mountain road first to see He Xinrong and the others.