"I always feel like there is someone in this room..."
Ye Zhaoling looked at the room filled with debris in confusion.
"Am I too sensitive?"
She turned around and looked inside the house, and suddenly she found a wooden basket in the corner. There was a person huddled in the wooden basket!
He was motionless, like a dummy, causing Ye Zhaoling to glance over and ignore him.
She walked over and took a closer look. The man had his eyes tightly closed. She tentatively stretched out her hand to feel his nose and found that the man was breathing weakly.
"Who must have brought this man here?" Ye Zhaoling thought, this man's lower body was empty and he was missing an arm.
There is no way he could climb Qingcheng Mountain by himself.
Just as Ye Zhaoling was thinking about whether to wake this person up, he slowly opened his eyes.
The man looked at Ye Zhaoling in shock, seemingly unconscious.
His lips were chapped and he opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. His face became paler and paler.
No matter who sees his appearance, they can think of rotting mushrooms on the grass; trees that are hollowed out by insects in the woods; and vegetables that have been soaked in water for three days.
Rotting, withering, dying.
It's a cold night in the deep mountains and old forests at seven or eight degrees above zero.
This man only had a tattered T-shirt on, his chest was exposed, and pieces of burnt black flesh were stuck to his bones. The scars were like pitted bark and looked like burnt firewood.
Ye Zhaoling didn't need to examine carefully to know that the scars on the man's body were probably old burns.
At this time, his exposed skin was still stained with some red blood.
This man is dying, his life has come to an end.
Ye Zhaoling shook his head, sighed, and prepared to leave this hellish place.
At this time, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and then grabbed his throat suddenly, startling Ye Zhaoling who was about to leave.
Ye Zhaoling opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Judging from this man's situation, he is nothing more than a prisoner.
However, Ye Zhaoling's current situation is not much better than his. To be precise, she cannot provide him with any help.
If he were a normal person with sound limbs, she might be able to help him escape.
But this man has no legs…
She herself is not completely out of danger yet, so imposing a burden on her is not a rational choice.
Furthermore, she does not have any communication equipment.
Before going up the mountain, I had thought about taking those things with me, but after thinking about it, it was really unnecessary.
On Qingcheng Mountain, intelligent electronic devices can only function within the scope of the Ye family; elsewhere, they are just a pile of waste.
Therefore, whether it was to help him escape or call the police for foreign aid, Ye Zhaoling could not do it.
The man grabbed Ye Zhaoling's arm with his intact arm, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Ye...Ye!"
Seeing the man's excited expression, Ye Zhaoling was stunned for a moment.
"You know me?"
The man nodded firmly.
Ye Zhaoling looked at the man's face carefully and shook her head. She didn't recognize this man at all.
The other party said that he knew himself...
The man let go of Ye Zhaoling's arm and looked at Ye Zhaoling with eyes filled with some indescribable emotions.
Ye Zhaoling didn't know if he was too neurotic, but he felt there was some joy and... gratitude in his eyes.
She hesitated immediately.
If you just leave him alone, he may die soon...
There was a look of struggle in Ye Zhaoling's eyes, but the hairy ball on top of her head suddenly grabbed her face with a claw, and several fingers sank into her nostrils.
This guy started to scream.
Ye Zhaoling was startled, walked to the door in a few steps, and looked out through the crack in the door.
Sure enough, there was a flashlight beam in the woods in the distance!
Someone is coming!
Ye Zhaoling turned to look at the man in the wooden basket.
"Hoo!—Let's go! Run away!—Hoo cough..."
The expression on the man's face was one of extreme horror and fear. He opened his mouth wide and spoke hoarsely to Ye Zhaoling, but his voice was very low.
Seeing the decisive expression on the man's face, Ye Zhaoling gritted his teeth and nodded.
"If I have a chance, I will save you!"
Both of them knew full well that this was just a polite comment.
The man didn't show any reaction to this sentence, he just scratched his throat and shouted in a voice that Ye Zhaoling could clearly hear: "Elixir...cough cough ho...ho ho ho Ye family!...forbidden area"
!Forbidden...land!"
Ye Zhaoling paused in climbing up the window and gave the man a complicated look.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside, and Ye Zhaoling quickly jumped out of the window.
The man held the window open and looked at her retreating back. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the forest in the distance.
Unexpectedly, after ten years of absence, when I saw her again, she would still be as fresh as before, unchanged at all.
If his child is still alive, he should be as old as her now...
"Hurry up! Be steady! Be steady! Where is the doctor?! Get in there and treat him! If he dies before twelve o'clock, don't blame me for being rude!!!" A rough man shouted loudly
road.
"Coming! Coming!" another voice responded.
Then I heard a rush of running sounds, which soon got closer and closer.
Ye Zhaoling held his breath and carefully hid in the shadows of various trees and bushes, and then used the shelter of the trees to hide in the commanding heights on the cliff - the cave he had scouted in advance.
Peeling away the dense branches and leaves, Ye Zhaoling silently watched all the movements below.
Her body trembled slightly.
For some reason, she saw several people in front of the wooden house pouring bucket after bucket of water into the black pot. The moment she heard the sound of pouring water in the distance, she felt a chill from head to toe.
Especially the chest, which is like an adobe house with a hole in it. In the cold winter months, the northwest wind mixed with snow, which is more than ten degrees below zero, blows in.
Only then did Ye Zhaoling touch his chest. The smooth blood in his hand, which was very fluid, slid down his palm to his elbow, extending like the veins on a leaf.
She couldn't be so "lucky" that she lost too much blood and just sent it, right?
"The probability of being killed by a cat is very small, but it is never 0."
Ye Zhaoling suddenly thought of this sentence in his mind.
In the same way, the probability of a person being stabbed in the chest and bleeding to death is at least much greater than the probability of a person being killed by a cat.
Ye Zhaoling covered the wound and tried to stop the bleeding physically...
The results were minimal, but she couldn't care less.
Looking down from Ye Zhaoling's point of view, a group of people appeared in the woods to the west, and several men and women with unusual auras filed into the wooden house.
There were dozens of people standing in the open space outside the wooden house. Except for four people guarding the two young women, the others were all patrolling the surroundings on alert.
Ye Zhaoling took a few more hesitant glances.
The two women were both wearing black hoods. At a glance, they could be thought of as rich people kidnapped by gangsters in police movies.
On Qingcheng Mountain, there is only one wealthy family in this area.
As for these kidnappers, they were wearing dark green fur coats, and each had a pair of sunglasses hanging on their faces.
