There was a loud "click", like a cannonball falling to the ground and exploding. Then there were several loud bangs and loud tremors.

Lin Feng didn't have time to wake up the sound of the sleeping wind, his eyes lit up, and instantly blurred, the scene shook in the dimming light, gradually disappearing, the roar of blood surging in his head brought a piercing pain, he seemed to hear his father calling him in a distant place.

A dizzying darkness with a fiery red color flooded Lin Feng's world, and the surroundings became silent, without any movement, not a single trace, and even the blood coagulated. Lin Feng felt as if he was floating in the air, and he could see the fragments of the car falling down the cliff, but there was no sound. In a strange world, I go farther and farther, there is a light in front of me, and there is endless darkness behind me, and I can't turn back.

The sound of the wind was in my sleep, and I heard the screams of Lin Feng, and heard the loud sound of what seemed to be a car crashing against a mountain cliff. As he struggled to open his eyes to determine what had happened, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness, but his body was like a feather, floating in the wind.

I don't know how long it took, the wind felt like the head was blown off, turning into fine particles, and the body seemed to be pulled into a filament, even a skinny spider could swallow it from the head, and suddenly, the whole body was cold, like lying in an ice cave.

A sound of "pop, pop, pop" echoed in the mind of the sound of the wind, like the hands of an alarm clock turning, round after circle, and like raindrops falling in the universe, hitting the smooth ground, the sound became louder and clearer.

Fengsheng's eyelids rolled up slightly, and his eyeballs rolled slightly, trying to open his eyes. His tongue moved a few times in his mouth and he tasted the blood.

The wind panted deeply, uncomfortably, loudly, and his chest went up and down quickly. A bright light shone into his pupils, and his eyes looked wearily at the blue sky above.

An hour passed, the wind was panting heavily, and his eyes were looking weakly at the sky, his eyes empty. The soul seems to be outside the body, looking at itself lying there with strange eyes not far away, as if it is looking at someone else.

He tried to lift his arms, but only his fingers bent a few times, and his legs were the same, and it was his toes that could move.

Finally, his head was able to turn, and then his mouth opened and closed, and then, his fingers clenched together, his arms moved a little freely, and the tingling sensation of his head and the feeling of his muscles being cut by a knife came at him.

Wind sound's cheeks twisted to the point of deformation, and out of instinct, he began to shout, only his throat trembled, and he couldn't speak at all, only felt a sharp pain. He sat up with his left arm propped up, his right arm bent slightly, but he couldn't bear the weight at all. With each movement, the sharp pain was like a bolt of lightning that spread from the neck to the back.

It was only then that the wind slowly regained consciousness, and he let out a long breath and looked around.

Shocked, trembling, shocked!

At this time, the sound of the wind was lying on the huge canopy of a spruce tree, which covered an area of about three hundred square meters. The spruce tree protruded into the air, but its roots were firmly rooted in the rocks of the cliff beside it.

Outside the spruce tree, there was a bottomless cliff, dark and deep, thousands of meters long, which made him tremble.

Along the cliff face, he looked down: the cliff protruded from the rocks and dirt slopes, scattered with a few objects, like scars, which should have been the fall of cars and people in multiple accidents.

Feng Sheng actually saw the mutilated limbs, scattered among the cliffs, and he suddenly thought of Lin Feng.

Where's Lin Feng?