Yan Tianmu and Xi Yan returned to the camp first, prepared some things, made some arrangements, and then returned to the cliff.

Xiyan changed into neat clothes, packed other clothes and supplies, and carried them on his back. Yan Tianmu tied one end of the rope to a tall and strong tree, and the other end was tightly tied to Xiyan's waist.

"How?" he asked, pulling on the rope. "Won't it be too tight?"

"It's better to be safe. Xiyan was dressed like a little boy, and in order to prevent her hair from being blown up by the wind and getting caught in something, she tied up all her hair. The hands are wrapped with cloth to avoid hurting the hands. Yan Tianmu deliberately brought her her heart armor. Heavily armed, she inhaled.

"Are you sure?" Yan Tianmu confirmed with her again, the bottom of the cliff was basically invisible from above, and he couldn't help but worry about her safety.

"Yes, don't worry. Xiyan smiled at him soothingly, and also encouraged himself.

She turned her back to the cliff and began to go down slowly, and Yan Tianmu released the rope little by little according to her speed. Xiyan carefully grasped the tree limbs and protruding stones sticking out of the cliff, but not every time she was lucky enough to step on it smoothly, she stepped on the air several times on the way, her body swung up, and hit the cliff wall, she could only protect her face, and the other parts were so straight to touch. In the bottomless valley, the wind swirls upwards from time to time, and people are dizzy. She didn't dare to look down, she didn't dare to stop, the real fear hanging in the air was several times greater than the fear of falling from the mountain in her dreams. Although Xiyan has been naughty since she was a child, she has climbed the wall of her own house at most, and now she has to hang on top of the cliff, her head is drenched in sweat, and the sweat in her back is blown by the cold wind, which is indescribably uncomfortable.

Persistence, must persevere. She kept saying to herself.

Yan Tianmu was also hanging on it, he could still see it at the beginning, but later it became a small dot. The rope seemed to swing a few times, and he was worried, but there was nothing he could do.

Xiyan was exhausted, and that real sense of presence came back to her when her feet were on the thick straw mat. She laboriously untied the knot, and out of it, and after a little composure, she looked around. The two opposite peaks, towering like huge screens, are infinitely closer on one side and farther away from the other. Between the peaks, there is a gentle flat meadow, and the yellow grass sways in the mountain breeze, and the meadow is thick, soft, and dry. Next to the meadow, a trickle of streams winds down.

Xiyan thought about it for a while, and began to walk to the open side first. After turning a few convex rocks, a motionless figure appeared. Xiyan hurriedly ran over, and saw that his eyes were closed, she knelt on the ground, stretched out her hand to probe, his snort was still there, she leaned her head sideways against his chest, and her heart was beating. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but there were a lot of slips on his face, and his hands were bloody and fleshy, and after a night, they hadn't completely scabbed. She took off her backpack and pulled out a small box with medicine to heal his internal organs. She wanted to open his mouth, but his teeth were clenched, and she was sweating profusely for a long time, but she still couldn't get the medicine down. After a pause, she ran to the river, sucked some water with her handkerchief, and then took some of it herself, and came back to raise his head a little, and first squeezed some of the water from the handkerchief into his mouth, and saw that his lips seemed to move. She took advantage of this opportunity to put the medicine on his mouth, lowered her head, held his head with her hand, and pushed the medicine into his mouth with her tongue along with the water. The chapped scab on his lips pierced hers, and she paused, and he finally swallowed the medicine. Xiyan looked at the direction of the sun and found that the time he had made with Yan Tianmu was almost up, so he hurriedly took out the bell in his bag and ran towards the place where he came down.

Yan Tianmu saw the bell hanging up, and knew that Lei Yao was still alive and injured, so he couldn't send him up for the time being. He breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a lingering worry. He tied a package he had brought with him with dry food and clothing tied to a rope and threw it down, hoping that they would survive the cold night.