**Dang is a place 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 dangerous world that was like a "ghost gate".
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 so bare, there is not even a rock to climb on. How can we do it with a dozen or so big words carved at such a high place? of?
This is deep in the mountains. Even if you have a construction truck that can ride on a ladder, you can't drive in, not to mention that there is no such thing these days.
Could it be remotely operated by a person with high martial arts skills 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 above, those who can exert their internal force outwards and act on it at great distances are already first-class masters. On this basis, those who can control it freely will be regarded as super first-class masters. The realm, and operations such as "using internal force to carve words on a hard object in the distance" that coexist with destructive power and precision must be achieved by a unique martial arts prodigy and years of hard training.
Thinking further, there is another possibility... maybe this mountain wall was not a "mountain wall" before, but a "flat land", and was later "moved" by some big guys who cultivated immortality. It was only after I came here that it became what it is now.
Of course, assuming there is someone in the 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 word?
If the person who carved these words wanted to remind and help others stay away from danger, then this person should have left some tips on how to escape from here, but there is no such information in these two lines of words. , simply telling you bad news.
"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.
Actually, these words were not there yesterday, but someone had just carved them on 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; it is not wrong to say that he was "scaring" him...
"Oh, forget it." Huang Donglai thought for a while and said to himself, "I couldn't find the north anymore. What's the point of wandering around in the mountains with me? There's a difference."
After saying this, he 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, then within a moment and a half, he wouldYou will walk out of this mountain forest and never find your way back to that mountain wall in this life.
But precisely because he passed this first "test", he has to continue to suffer...
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The sky is getting dark. , the surrounding clouds and fog are getting thicker and thicker.
The continuous chill accompanied by the moisture in 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.
"It 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, not to mention eating during this period. Yes, he didn't even see a clean water source, 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 as Huang Donglai was thinking wildly, he heard a faint cry for help coming from the forest mist in the distance. Voice.
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. At this time, you won’t care too much if something bad happens to you.
"I, the Mud Bodhisattva, can't even save myself when crossing the river, but I still want to save my life." Huang Donglai smiled bitterly and followed the voice.
After walking about a few dozen meters, he saw...a man sitting under a dead tree, shouting feebly.
It 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, hurry...come and save me!" The man immediately seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and his voice suddenly became louder.
"Oh...here he comes..." Huang Donglai walked over with empty eyes.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to go fast, it’s just that he really doesn’t have the strength to walk 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 Like a twisted chicken wing.
"Brother, what are your legs..." Huang Donglai looked at the other person and then asked.
"Oh...what bad luck..." 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 once thought that the sole of my foot slipped and I rolled down the slope, but ended up breaking one of my legs... It hurt me so much that I couldn't help but scream every day......Fortunately, I have met you now, sir. If I were left here alone until dark, I would probably feed the wolf. ”
Huang Donglai listened to what he 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? ”
“Yes, yes. The man replied, "My name is Zhao Achun. I live on the other side of this hillside and make a living by cutting firewood." ”
“Chopping firewood for a living? When Huang Donglai heard this, he immediately looked suspicious, "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.
"A market? These words made Huang Donglai feel even more strange, "Is there a market near here?"
This time Zhao Achun asked in a puzzled tone: "Climb the mountain in front and walk a few miles north to Yingjing County. Master, you... are not from there." ? "
"Huh? Ying Jing? "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 this far? This is 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 back home? "After all, this is a matter of life and death. Zhao Achun was not polite to Huang Donglai, he made this request directly.
Normally speaking, this request is not too much. You are a big young man, let alone support him. A person with a broken leg can walk two steps, even if you are carrying someone up the mountain, it should be no problem.
But now Huang Donglai is in a state where he is about to lie down. He also hopes that someone will help him. This request is really too much for him.
"Brother, let me tell you the truth..." Huang Donglai really has nothing to hide, " It's not that I don't want to help you, but as for me... I walked in from the southeast of Wawu Mountain. It took me four days and three nights to get here. I haven't eaten or drank for a whole day and a night. I'm afraid I can't help you. You. "
"Huh? This..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Achun's face suddenly became nervous again, "Then what should we do..."
"How about this. Huang Donglai said, "Brother, do you have anything to eat or drink with you? Bring some out for me to deal with first. I am a martial arts practitioner. As long as I eat something, drink something, and rest for a while, I can recover a lot." If you have the strength, I can carry you home when the time comes. ”
“I don’t have it either. "Zhao Achun replied in a very embarrassed tone, "I brought my ax and basket with me when I went out this morning. I lost them when I rolled down the hillside..." When he said this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, " Hey? Otherwise... the hut I live in is not too far from here. Young Master, you can go to my house alone and find some water and food in the house. You can have a few bites, rest for a while, and then 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 temporarily separated.
Perhaps because of renewed hope, Huang Donglai, who was already at the end of his strength, gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he 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 he had the accident. Normally, he would have been there. As long as Huang Donglai uses Qinggong, he can get there in five minutes. Even if it is for an ordinary person to walk, it will only take twenty minutes to go from downhill to uphill and through a small forest.
But. At this time, Huang Donglai walked and crawled for more than half an hour before finishing the walk...
The hut in this barren mountain naturally had no locks, so Huang Donglai opened the door and entered. He threw his luggage on the ground and went straight to the stove.
He opened the lid of the pot and saw that there was a half-eaten pancake in the pot. He stuffed it in without saying a word. In his mouth, he turned around and ran to the water tank in the other corner of the house to take a scoop of water.
You can imagine the temperature on a day like the winter solstice, which was not heated. The cake and water are more like ice than cold, but for a person who has been walking in the mountains without eating or drinking all day and night, he doesn't mind even if they are sour.
In less than two minutes, Huang Donglai took care of this little thing.
He didn’t waste any time and immediately sat down on someone else’s kang and started to exercise and adjust his breathing... Just like that, it was over again. A quarter of an hour later, Huang Donglai got up again, ready to go back to rescue Zhao Achun.
Some people may be surprised that in such a short time, Brother Huang has finished adjusting his breathing 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 worse condition than him. It was urgent, it would be completely dark if it was any later, 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 went out again. He was thinking: It would not be too late to carry Zhao Achun back first.
However, when he returned to the dead tree, something unexpected happened.
Zhao Achun, who had a broken leg... disappeared.