The river was shallow, flowing calmly, but it was faintly visible that the deeper it went, the deeper it became. The river is long and winding, dark and cold.

She walked along the river for a while, and the terrain became so slippery that there was no road at all.

Jiang Xiao walked in with great difficulty for a while, and he had to use his hands and feet to move forward as a gecko, and, looking ahead, the river was wider and more tortuous, and there were mountain walls on the left and right, and there was really no road at all.

Unless Meng bullies are swimming past.

But if you look forward like this, you can't see the end at all, who would swim over so stupidly?

Even if they could swim through, what would the privates have to hide to keep them on the waterway?

Jiang Xiao had to retreat.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry out.

Along the way, there are obviously marks left by Meng in the past, which means that he really entered here, but what about people!

Jiang Xiao wanted to call his name out loud.

She retreated to the pile of dirt and rubble.

Except for this one, she had seen everything around, there was nothing unusual, and there was no other exit.

Jiang Xiao looked at the pile of earth and stones a little blankly.

She walked over and reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt.

"Meng Xi Nian! Meng Xi Nian!"

She called out.

Jiang Xiao didn't know that behind this pile of earth and stones, there was a heavy iron door, and behind the iron door was a semi-natural and semi-artificial expansion of the secret room, which contained boxes of guns and ammunition, as well as many weapons manufacturing materials, and boxes of antiques, many of which obviously had traces of Chinese civilization.

On the ground behind the iron door of the secret room, there were three people lying on the ground, who were Meng Xinian, Zhao Xin and Dai Gang.

They didn't move, their faces had collapsed, their eye sockets were sunken, and their lips were all chapped and they looked like three dead bodies.

And Meng had a wound on his hand, and the wound was still close to Zhao Xin's mouth, and Zhao Xin's mouth was dried up with blood.

"Meng Nian! Meng Bully!"

The sound is so small that it seems to be on the horizon.

However, Meng's eyelids suddenly moved.

"Meng bully! Brother Former Years, I know you're here!"

Meng's lips moved.

He had already made a sound of his own, in fact, not at all.

His throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound out of his vocal cords, and he was too weak to make a sound.

Jiang Xiao sat down on the steps in front of the mound of dirt in a dejected manner, not caring about the dirt, leaning on the mound, she was a little dazed, a little powerless, and even more terrifying was despair.

He should have been here, she should have been very close to him, but she couldn't find him.

What if he's been holding on, if this is the last bit of time he's holding on?

If she misses it like this, if she is close to him and can save him, but she misses the opportunity like this, can she bear it?

Jiang Xiao's eyes were hot and his nose was sour.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to cry out loud.

No, she can't just give up!

Jiang Xiao stood up again.

She had to go all over again, from the time she entered the cave to the part where she couldn't go any further.

And just when she stood up, Meng Xinian's fingers moved, grabbed the knife in her hand, and slowly stretched out her hand, and the tip of the knife slashed across the iron door next to her.

The sound of metal grinding against metal is harsh, but very small, very loud.