"Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" shouted the wind with all his might.

There was no response, except for his own shouts echoing through the deep valley, and the terrifying sound of the occasional falling stone against the cliff.

The sound of the wind grabbed the thicker branches, barely stood up, and looked down into the deep valley. It was unfathomable, like a deep black hole, staring wide-eyed, ready to devour everything that fell.

Feng Sheng gasped and called Lin Feng's name in a hoarse voice again.

Deathly silence!

The wind sat in despair on the canopy, his brain blank, helpless, and depressed to the extreme.

Lost the forest breeze forever!

Lin Feng may have fallen into the abyss, along with the wreckage of the car, maybe he was set up somewhere--- just like the sound of luck, everything is unknown, everything is unimaginable.

The wind doesn't dare to think about how he will face Lin Yuejiang in the future, Lin Yue will definitely be grief-stricken, he will definitely not be able to face the pain of losing his son, and he will definitely be angry with the wind, if it weren't for him, Lin Feng would not have come here, let alone lose his life.

Feng Sheng couldn't face everything suddenly, let alone think about the next plan, he sat there quietly, hoping to hear Lin Feng's response, even if it was just a faint ** sound, he would not hesitate to rescue Lin Feng.

Still silent, as quiet as the Dead Sea.

Feng Sheng didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted to go down and take a look, down the cliff until he found Lin Feng, or until he couldn't do anything about it.

He sighed, got up again, stepped on the floppy canopy, and looked around.

Oh my God, the god of luck favored him again, and he saw his backpack, hanging from a tree branch not far away!

The wind gritted his teeth with excitement, rubbed his hands together, ignored the pain in his muscles, stepped on the canopy and branches of the trees on the soles of his feet, and slowly crawled in the direction of his backpack.

He gritted his teeth, tightened his lips, and with both hands one after the other, he clung to the branches, and gradually approached the knapsack, until he grabbed it and rested it in his heart, lest it fall into the abyss.

Carrying his backpack on his back, he carefully climbed down the canopy, crouched at the intersection of the three largest branches in the middle of the spruce tree, and then, unzipping the backpack, pulled out a thin leather glove and a long brown hemp rope.

Wind Sound put on the gloves, loosen one end of the hemp rope, and then, put it on the largest branch, grasp one end with each hand, then carry the backpack well, hold the trunk about three meters straight with both hands as much as possible, and slowly slide down.

In a short time, the soles of the wind's feet stepped on the cliff, and his hands were still on the tree, and he released the rope with his left hand, and pulled back with his right hand until he withdrew the rope. Then he stood up and looked around.

Looking up, the straight cliff is about hundreds of meters, and it is unusually smooth, and there is no possibility of climbing it. Sunlight shines down from above the canyon and through the rocks, shrubs, and tree canopy, leaving dappled shadows of light in the canyon. Hidden beneath the cliffs, the canyon is dotted with irregular rocks and tree canopies, much like a deep trap carefully set up.

This spruce tree is deeply rooted in the wide cracks of the cliff, the branches are dense, and the huge crown is like a giant palm reaching into the canyon, and he is happy to be caught by this "palm".

The wind looked out, the canyon was bottomless, he picked up a stone, threw it in, and did not hear an echo for a long time, but even so, he decided to go down the edge of the cliff to find the forest wind.

The wind is in the crack, find a raised boulder, put the hemp rope on it, just like on a spruce tree, grab one end with one hand, turn your back to the canyon, step on the protrusion of the cliff wall, and easily open the rope at the wrist for a distance with each next step.

Due to the semi-enclosed space all year round, the surface of the rock is covered with moss, wet and slippery, and exudes a strong grassy smell.

In this way, the wind followed the cliff wall and went down about a hundred meters, and he turned his head to look at his feet, still unfathomable, and on the rock of the cliff behind him, he saw a terrifying scene.