Lin Jiaming's words made the already nervous dog even more afraid. This dark ghost place. In these years, although there are no fierce beasts on the mountain, I usually listen to the elders of the family talk about gods and ghosts, and say that they are not afraid that it is really a lie.

"Jiaming, Ma Liang won't have an accident, right?" In that dark environment, the more nervous and scared a person is, the more he wants to keep talking, so as to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

"Dog, do you have a fire?" asked Lin Jiaming.

"Jiaming, you say, will he be captured by a ghost!" The dog suddenly felt speechless, and quickly covered his mouth. The old man in the family once warned the family, "Don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night." As for why, he doesn't know, probably just talking about Cao Cao.

"Dog, do you have a lighter?" Lin Jiaming has the kung fu to care about him or not, and he has to go back and get Ma Liang back. Without light, it's easy to get lost when you look for smearing.

"Jiaming, did you say that we are going to spend the night here tonight, it is so cold at night!" the dog still didn't hear Lin Jiaming's words, and chattered about something that was not there.

"Dog!" Lin Jiaming shouted.

"Ah, what?" the dog finally quieted down, and took a few steps in the darkness towards the voice that had just called out to him.

"Do you have a lighter!" This is the third time he has been asked if he has a lighter.

"Oh, I'll look for it!" the dog fumbled in his coat pocket with trembling hands. Because he was so scared, the dog touched the lighter several times, but put it back again, and after going back and forth, he forgot what he was looking for.

The night in the woods deepened and deepened, and on such a night, not to mention the moonlight, not even the starlight could be seen. The night wind began to rage in the woods, and the dry leaves that fell to the ground were carried by the wind to various places, and the atmosphere became even more eerie. This is tantamount to adding insult to injury for dogs.

"Is there any?" In the dark, Lin Jiaming's voice mixed with the wind reached the dog's ears.

"Ah...... Yes...... What do you want me to find!" The dog began to tremble a little as he spoke, and his hands kept rolling in his body pockets. So he picked up a small toy car model with a missing wheel, a half-broken pencil sharpener, and a few glass beads that he picked up at school, and quickly put them back again.

The dog's reaction made Lin Jiaming angry enough. He asked for a long time, but the dog didn't know what he was talking about.

"Lighter lighter! Do you have a lighter!" Lin Jiaming repeated the lighter several times, and this time the dog finally touched the lighter.

The dog lit the lighter, but it was quickly blown out by the wind. But this is enough for Lin Jiaming to find his position.

Lin Jiaming quickly ran to the dog's side, took the lighter from his mobile phone, and pulled a few slightly thicker dry firewood from the dry firewood picked up by the dog, and tied them firmly together with the leaves of the palm tree, making a simple torch.

It's just that how to light this torch is a problem, the flame of the lighter is too small, and they dare not light a fire in the woods, it is easy to ignite those dry leaves in this season, and when the time comes, it will burn the mountain, then it is not the responsibility of their three children to bear. After all, Lin Jiaming has more or less heard his grandmother talk about the propaganda about the protection of forests over the years, saying that whoever burns the mountain will go to prison. He still has to go to school and study, and he doesn't want to go to jail.

Lin Jiaming thought for a while, and swept aside the dry leaves on the ground with his foot. Leaks out of the damp and decaying layer of leaves below near the soil, which cannot be ignited. Then he broke off the thin branches from the dog's firewood, built a tower in this area, and found a few dry leaves beside it, and set fire to the pile of dead branches.

Dry branches are already easy to ignite, and with the night breeze of "causing trouble" everywhere, this fire quickly ignited. Lin Jiaming hurriedly put the torch of his mobile phone on the pile of firewood and lit it.

Seeing that one end of the torch had been completely lit, Lin Jiaming went up to extinguish the fire. If the fire is dispersed by the wind and causes a wildfire, it is no joke.

"Jiaming, what are you stepping on? There's a fire here, isn't there also a light?" The dog wanted to stop Lin Jiaming, but Lin Jiaming didn't listen to him.

"If you're afraid of the dark, you'll hold the torch later! I'll walk behind you!" Lin Jiaming looked at the torch in his hand. Because they were tightly tied together and slightly thicker branches were chosen, they didn't burn very quickly. It's just that the night breeze always likes to blow the flames of the torch around, and when looking at the road, it flashes and flashes, and it is easy to be dazzled.

"Hold the torch, I'll draw a little more dry branches, and bundle a bundle, and I'll be done later." Lin Jiaming handed the torch of the mobile phone to the dog, and then pulled several thick dry branches from the dog's firewood and tied them together.

The dog watched his hard work to pick up firewood, which was pulled out by Lin Jiaming one by one, and he was a little reluctant.

"Jiaming, you've taken it away, why don't I tell my mother when I go back. If you go back so late, if you don't have a bundle of firewood, you won't be able to run away in one beat!"

"Don't worry, you can't stand the beating, I'll give you my firewood!" As he spoke, Lin Jiaming had already tied up the torch, knocked it neatly on the ground, and inserted a live branch into it. When the time comes, the other end will be lit so that it will not waste branches.

"And what do you do?"

"You don't care about this! Let's go, we still have to find Ma Liang!" Lin Jiaming patted the dog on the shoulder and motioned for him to go ahead and follow behind.

The dog was holding a torch and was a little bolder. Walking steadily in front, from time to time with Lin Jiaming called Ma Liang's name. But no one answered them.

The two of them walked back a little further, and suddenly the dog saw a man lying on the ground.

"Jiaming, here!" the dog pointed excitedly with a torch.

Lin Jiaming followed the place pointed by the dog, and by the light of the fire, he saw that the person lying on the ground did look like Ma Liang, but he didn't react no matter how he called him.

Without thinking too much, Lin Jiaming rushed to Ma Liang's side in three or two steps and patted his face.

"Ma Liang, wake up!"

Seeing that Ma Liang was still not awake, Lin Jiaming asked the dog to raise the torch and checked Ma Liang's body.

Ma Liang should have slipped under his feet, and with firewood on his shoulder, he fell backwards, and the back of his head touched a stone on the ground and fainted.

"Dog, you hold the torch well, I'll carry Ma Liang on my back, go back first!" Lin Jiaming's heart was also a little panicked, after all, Ma Liang's situation had never been encountered before. With the help of the dog, Lin Jiaming put Ma Liang on his back.

"Okay!" The dog looked at Ma Liang, who was unconscious on Lin Jiaming's back, and replied so neatly for the first time!

So, in the surrounding dark woods, Lin Jiaming carried Ma Liang on his back, and the dog walked down the mountain step by step with a torch.