The place Mihuntang is hidden among the mountains, with paths intertwined and swamps crisscrossed. Because of its complex and strange terrain and smoky terrain, it is easy to cause people to lose their direction in it, so it is named.
The word engraved on the mountain wall tells Huang Donglai that he has entered this marvelous pond that is like the "gate of hell".
But Huang Donglai immediately thought... There seemed to be something wrong with this word.
The mountain wall in front of me is so high and the surface is bare, and there is not even a single nib that can be climbed. How can I do such a dozen words that are engraved in such a high place?
This is in the deep mountains. Even if you have a construction car that can take a ladder, you can't drive in, let alone there is no such thing nowadays.
Could it be that a person with high martial arts skills uses internal strength to operate remotely?
There is a possibility, and if this is the answer, then the martial arts of the man who writes must be the best among the best.
As mentioned in the previous article, those who can release internal forces and act on extremely distant places are already first-class experts. On this basis, they can achieve the first-class level. Operations like "using internal forces to engrave letters on hard objects in the distance" such as destructive power and precision must be achieved by a martial arts genius who practices in thousands and years of hard practice.
Then, if you think about it mysteriously, there is another possibility... Perhaps this mountain wall was not a "mountain wall" before, but a "flat ground", but later it was "moved" by some immortal masters and became their current state.
Of course, if there are really people in this world who can move even a mountain, it would be more convenient for this person to "fly" and engrave the characters directly.
In any case, one thing is certain, that is: the person who carved these two lines of words is absolutely extraordinary.
What puzzled Huang Donglai was - what was the motivation for this master to engrave this word?
If the person who engraved this word wants to remind others to stay away from danger, then this person should leave some tips on how to escape here, but there is no such information in these two lines of words, just telling you bad news.
"Is this scary?" Therefore, Huang Donglai thought about it for a while and made such a judgment.
This conclusion is roughly correct.
In fact, these words were not available yesterday, just carved them up earlier today, or it was written for him to read them.
The person who wrote the letter mainly wanted to test Huang Donglai's courage; he was saying that he was "scaring" him... it was right.
"Oh, forget it." Huang Donglai thought for a while before saying to himself, "I can't find North anymore. What's the difference between the Mihunting Gate Pass and me wandering around the mountains?"
He muttered this sentence and continued to move forward with fatigue.
Huang Donglai didn't know that if he chose to turn around immediately at this time, he would walk out of the forest within a short while, and he would never find the way back in front of the mountain wall in this life.
But precisely because he passed this first "test", he still has to continue suffering...
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The sky became darker and the clouds around it became thicker.
The endless chill was accompanied by the moisture in the mountains and soaked into Huang Donglai's bone marrow, but at the same time, he felt extremely thirsty, so his lips were chapped and his throat was rough and painful.
"It won't work like this..." Huang Donglai was really at his limit. Since he saw the letter, he had to walk for more than half an hour. During this period, he didn't even see a clean water source. The scenery around him was similar and difficult to distinguish.
But he was afraid that once he stopped and rested, he would never stand up again. In that case... the only thing waiting for him next was death.
"Help-Is there anyone-"
Just as Huang Donglai was thinking about it, he could hear a faint cry for help from the fog in the distance.
At first, Huang Donglai thought he was so hungry that he was dizzy and hallucinating, but the more he walked, the clearer the sound became.
"Ha..." At this moment, Huang Donglai smiled.
When this person is at the end of his journey, he is prone to having such a mentality of throwing his head. At this time, if you encounter something bad, you won’t care too much.
"I can't even save myself from crossing the river, and I can't help myself." Huang Donglai smiled bitterly while following the sound.
After about a few dozen meters of feet, he saw... a man was sitting under a dead tree, shouting weakly.
He was a man in his forties, big and thick, dressed in the dress of a woodcutter, but at this moment he had neither axe nor firewood at hand.
Almost the same second when Huang Donglai saw him, he also saw Huang Donglai.
"Ah! This young man, hurry up... come and save me!" The man immediately felt as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and his voice suddenly became higher.
"Oh... I'm here..." Huang Donglai walked over with ease with his eyes.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be fast, it’s because he really doesn’t have much strength and can’t walk fast.
When he got closer, Huang Donglai realized that something was wrong with the person in front of him. The man's right leg was bent at an angle that looked strange at first glance, and at first glance it looked like a twisted chicken wing.
"Brother, your legs are..." Huang Donglai looked at the other party and then asked.
"Oh... it's unlucky..." The man pointed to a steep slope not far away with a look of pain. "Earlier today, I was chopping wood in the forest on that slope. I never thought that my feet slipped and rolled down the slope, and I broke one leg... It hurt me so much that I was so painful that I was not good at calling it. Fortunately, I met you now. If I had to wait here alone until dark, I would probably feed the wolf."
After hearing this, Huang Donglai said in his heart: It’s not the same when you meet me. I’m not much better than you now, maybe I have to feed the wolf with you.
Of course, on the surface he still pretended to be calm and said, "Uh... this big brother, do you live in this mountain?"
"Yes, yes." The man replied, "My name is Zhao Achun, and I live on the other side of this hillside, making a living by chopping wood."
"Cutting wood for a living?" Huang Donglai immediately looked suspicious when he heard this, "You live in this deep mountain... Who can you sell the chopped wood to?"
"Sell it to the market." Zhao Achun replied in a tone of course.
"The market?" Huang Donglai felt even more strange, "Is there a market nearby?"
Now Zhao Achun asked in a puzzled tone: "Climb the mountain in front and walk a few miles north is Xingjing County. Young Master, don't you call there?"
"Ah? Xingjing?" Huang Donglai also looked at the map before he left the door. He vaguely remembered the place name. He couldn't help but whisper, "I've gone so far? I'm almost heading to the northwest of Wawu Mountain."
"Young Master...Young Master?" Seeing Huang Donglai feeling thoughtfully stunned, Zhao Achun called him twice again.
"Huh? What?" Huang Donglai came back to his senses and responded.
"Uh...you see, can you do it well and help me home?" After all, this is a matter of life. Zhao Achun didn't be polite to Huang Donglai, and he made this request directly.
In theory, this requirement is not an exaggeration. You are a young man, not to mention helping someone with one leg break, you should not be a problem even if you carry someone to the mountain on your back.
But now Huang Donglai is in a state where he is about to lie down. He still hopes that someone will help him. This requirement is really a bit difficult for him.
"Brother, I'll tell you the truth..." Huang Donglai did not have anything to hide, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I... walked in from the southeast of the tile house. I walked here for four days and three nights. I've already had no food or drink for a day and a night, so I'm afraid I can't help you."
"Ah? This..." Zhao Achun suddenly became nervous when he heard this, "What should I do..."
"How about that." Huang Donglai said, "Brother, do you have any food and drink? Take some out and deal with me first. I am a martial arts practitioner. As long as I eat and drink, I will rest for a while, I will recover a lot of strength. Then I can carry you home."
"I don't have it either." Zhao Achun replied in a very embarrassed tone, "I brought an axe and a basket when I went out this morning. I threw it away when I rolled down the hillside before..." He said this, as if he suddenly thought 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 eat a few bites, take a rest, and then turn back to pick me up."
"Yes." Huang Donglai agreed without thinking too much; for him, it was better to say that it was not just him "helping" others, but it was better to say that others helped him.
It was getting darker and darker. Without further ado, Zhao Achun talked to Huang Donglai in detail about the location of his residence, and the two of them separated for the time being.
Perhaps because of the rekindling of hope, Huang Donglai, who was already at the end of his strength, gritted his teeth and squeezed out some physical strength to support him to climb the hillside.
Zhao Achun did not lie. His residence was not too far from the place where he had an accident. If it were normal, Huang Donglai could reach it in five minutes as long as he used his light skills. Even if an ordinary person came to walk, it would take only twenty minutes to pass through a small forest from downhill to uphill.
But at this time, Huang Donglai walked and crawled for more than half an hour before he finished walking...
In this wilderness, the hut was naturally not locked, so Huang Donglai pushed the door and entered. As soon as he entered, he threw his luggage on the ground and headed straight to the stove.
He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and saw that there were half of the leftover cakes in the pot. He stuffed them into his mouth without saying a word. Then he turned around and ran to the water tank on the other corner of the house and scooped saliva and drank it with a scoop.
On winter solstice days, you can imagine what temperature the unheated cakes and water are not as cold as ice, but for a person who is still walking on the mountain road without eating or drinking a day or night, he will not mind even if it is bad.
In less than two minutes, Huang Donglai solved this food.
He didn't delay, and immediately sat on the other person's kang and began to use his skills to regulate his breathing... In this way, after another moment, Huang Donglai had already stood up again and was about to go back to save Zhao Achun.
Maybe some people may wonder that after just a little while, Brother Huang finished his breathing before he had eaten up the cake.
Of course not...
After this rest, Huang Donglai only recovered a little, but he understood that Zhao Achun, who was still sitting in the wild, was more urgent than him. If he was a little later, it would be completely dark on this day. At that time, there might be something wrong, so he only recovered a little and went out again, without even taking his luggage.
At this moment, he was thinking: It wouldn't be too late to carry Zhao Achun back first before resting.
However, when he returned to the dead tree, unexpected situations happened.
Chapter completed!