"I'll go back to find the rope and go down and have a look." Jiang Chushan said.
Murong Lanyi did not stop him. She wanted to know whether Jiang Zhihao was alive or dead more than anyone else. If it weren't for the slippery place here and the depth of the canyon, she would have been the first to go down.
A breeze blew, and the mist below the canyon swayed with the wind. Murong Lanyi smelled a hint of it, and couldn't help frowning and said: "There is miasma down there."
"Miasma?" Jiang Chushan was stunned.
"You can simply understand it as a kind of poisonous gas. I have to prepare some medicine first, otherwise the obstruction of this layer of miasma may make us lose consciousness." Murong Lanyi said.
She is an expert in using poisons and can easily identify the poison of miasma, but it will take some experiments to prepare an antidote that can neutralize this poison.
If everything goes well, it will only take a few days; if not, it may take longer.
After all, there is no specialized laboratory here, so she can only rely on her own experience and limited medicinal materials to try.
Just when Jiang Chushan and Murong Lanyi were trying to find a way to get down, Jiang Xinyue slowly woke up below the canyon.
She immediately felt a sense of restraint. When she looked down, she saw a pile of vines thicker than her thumbs, tying herself into a rice dumpling.
Except for the movement of the neck, the rest of the body cannot move.
"Wake up." Jiang Zhihao's voice came over.
Jiang Xinyue turned around and saw Jiang Zhihao sitting about five meters away from her, leaning against the stone wall with a gloomy face.
The clothes on his body were all scratched, and there were many scars on the exposed skin.
Not to mention a bloody head, at least a bruised nose and a swollen face is not an exaggeration.
The only good thing is that the hands and feet are intact and not broken.
Otherwise, in this ghostly place where the heavens and the earth do not respond, I am afraid that I will die suddenly.
In his hand, he held a broken arrow, which was exactly the one Jiang Xinyue had planned to use to kill him.
Rubbing his fingers on the tip of the sharp arrow, Jiang Zhihao said coldly: "Tell me, do you prefer to die from excessive blood loss, or do you prefer to die quickly?"
"Do you think that thing can threaten me?" Jiang Xinyue sneered: "If you have the ability, come over and kill me, and see which of us will die!"
Jiang Zhihao sneered, grabbed the vine next to him, and whipped Jiang Xinyue directly.
Jiang Xinyue felt pain after being slapped hard on the head, and more importantly, shame.
Under normal circumstances, even ten Jiang Zhihao tied together would not be enough for her to kill.
But now, she was so humiliated by this "weak" man.
"Either kill me or let me go!" Jiang Xinyue said in a deep voice.
"I will neither kill you nor let you go." Jiang Zhihao said: "You have your reasons for wanting to kill me. If I just kill you like this, I think it will be too easy for you. So I will
I'll tie you up like this and let you starve to death, feeling the loss of life bit by bit and experiencing the fear of death!"
"Do you think I will be afraid?" Jiang Xinyue said disdainfully: "And this thing can't trap me for long. As long as I recover my strength, there are a hundred ways to break free. You will die miserably by then!"
"You said so much just to lure me closer. I know that for people like you, anything can become a deadly weapon. I have already seen it with Murong Lanyi." Jiang Zhihao remained unmoved.
Said: "The distance of five meters should be relatively safe. Otherwise, you should have taken action by now instead of talking so much nonsense."
Jiang Xinyue's face became darker. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to say that Jiang Zhihao's judgment was not wrong.