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Wu Xie crawled with difficulty in the tomb passage that only accommodated one person. He didn't know how long he had been crawling. His body was severely dehydrated and he could no longer feel his limbs. The limbs may have been worn away, or they may have been eaten by unknown insects.

With no ammunition or food left, he lay on the sand in despair. This time, no one will come to save him.

The fat man is outside, and the bottle boy doesn’t know which hole he fell into.

This large-scale operation organized by Jin Wantang harmed many people, and he himself died in this conspiracy.

He might be the next one, and Wu Xie couldn't help but feel sad.

He survived adventure after adventure and killed enemies hidden in the darkness again and again. This time, it was finally his turn.

His consciousness gradually decreased, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his limbs were twisted strangely. Slowly, Wu Xie closed his eyes unwillingly.

"Wu Xie."

"Wu Xie."

"Wu Xie!"

Wu Xie heard someone calling him, it's Pingzi! Did he come to save himself?

He used his last strength to open his cloudy and unemotional eyes, and slowly rolled his eyes, wanting to take one last look at his stuffy oil bottle.

No? Is it blocked? He obviously heard it, where was he? Where? Stuffy oil bottle! Where are you!

"Uh...ah."

He struggled to get up, kneeling on the ground in a strange and twisted posture. Slowly turn your neck to look around.

Black, too dark! He cannot see. He can't see where Bozi is!

"Bottle Boy?...Where are you? I...can't see you."

Wu Xie stretched out his slightly better hand into the darkness. Shaking up and down, left and right, if you want to touch the body of Menyoupin, a little bit of fabric will do.

"Ho~"

Wu Xie panted heavily and groped around in the darkness. In the end, he found nothing except the stone wall in the tomb passage.

In a daze, he heard the fat man's screams, calling his name in pain: "Innocent! Innocent! Let's go quickly."

Walk?where to go

He bent over and buried his face in his hands, wailing in despair.

"Wu Xie, Wu Xie"

Someone gently lifted him up in the darkness. The smell of snow drifted from that man's body, bringing with it a refreshing chill.

"Bottleboy, you're here."

[My hands hurt so much, my legs hurt so much, I can’t seem to see you, and I heard something happened to the fat man]

Wu Xie had no strength to say the rest. He fell heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

Vaguely, he felt Pingzi carrying him on his back and walking out of this endless tomb passage. They found the fat man, the little flower, and the blind man. After staying in the hospital for less than half a year, their bodies recovered. Strangely enough, even the wounds were gone.

They returned to Yucun to retire, farmed the land, opened a restaurant, and quarreled with the neighbor's aunt, and lived a very happy life.

The days go by, but the body does not age. They are all like this. Time can't leave any traces on them?

And it’s not raining, so why are water dripping on my face?

No, this is unreasonable! Could it be...

Wu Xie opened his eyes fiercely, but his body was still weak and accompanied by unbearable pain.

Sure enough, in the fantasy world, I entered the fantasy world again. Is my heart so unstable? Wu Xie doubted himself a little.

He stretched his neck and greedily licked the water drops on the stone wall, trying to restore some of his strength.

I sat paralyzed on the ground. I don't know how long it took. Maybe it was because of the extra water that my body gained a little strength.