Forest.

Qin Fan patted his heavy head again, turned his head and looked around blankly.

"I'm out here?" Qin Fan muttered.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, but Qin Fan felt that damn this was similar to a dream.

After all, what happened in the underground palace was too unreal.

Immediately, he looked up at the dense jungle around him, remembering what had happened before he fell unconscious.

Meet giant insects, carrions, and the white-bearded old man.

"Damn, is it true that you are dreaming?" Qin Fan was completely stunned at this time.

At this time, Qin Fan looked down, and only then did he see that half a meter away, the book of the Pure Heart Law was thrown there.

Qin Fan was taken aback and hurriedly took it.

I looked through it, and sure enough, it was the cultivation book that the white-bearded old Taoist gave him.

"My Day"

Qin Fan's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself that this was not a dream, but a real existence.

Closing the book, Qin Fan sighed and reached out to touch his back.

"Hiss"

The wound was faintly painful, and I was more sure that what I had encountered before was not a dream.

In the past, he also encountered strange catacombs in the mountains of southern Zhejiang Province, but there was obviously no weirdness there.

Qin Fan paused for a moment, was startled, looked up and looked around, and saw that the little fox was not there, and suddenly Qin Fan called out the little fox.

"Raccoon!"

"Raccoon!"

Qin Fan screamed a few times, but still didn't find the shadow of the little fox.

At this time, Qin Fan's face changed suddenly, and he thought to himself that it wouldn't be him who came up by himself, and the little fox hadn't come up yet.

Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly became anxious.

He hurriedly stood up and began to search for the entrance to the catacomb.

The mud left behind by the surrounding flash flood has crusted over and hardened into lumps.

Stepping on it is like peeling beans, crackling.

Qin Fan didn't care about studying those things at this time, he was bent on finding the little fox.

I searched around for a while, but I didn't find anything.

Immediately, Qin Fan took great pains to open the perspective and take a look, but still found no trace.

He recalled that Qingyangzi said that the underground tomb was about to collapse, could it be that the little fox was already finished inside?

Thinking like this, Qin Fan was even more anxious.

"Raccoon!"

"Raccoon!"

Qin Fan shouted a few times again, but as before, there was still no movement.

"Holy Damn Me"

Qin Fan sat on the ground with a lonely and sad expression.

He turned his head to look at the Shangqing Mental Method in his hand, and threw the book out with a snap.

Qin Fan scolded: "I'll go to your grandma, return the book to you, and return the little fox to Lao Tzu!"

To be honest, although Qin Fan was bent on cultivating, he felt that the little fox was more important than the little fox.

Qin Fan sat there and shouted a few more little foxes.

But there was no response just like just now, Qin Fan was completely desperate at this time.

The vicious sunlight passed through the dense forest and shone on Qin Fan's face, revealing his angry and disappointed face.

Qin Fan lay there weakly, he thought of getting along with the little fox all the way before.

And now that the little fox is missing, he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, and he suddenly feels a little uncomfortable.

At this time, there was a sudden meow.

When Qin Fan heard this, he was startled, and hurriedly sat up and turned his head to look.

Only then did I find that the little fox was holding a small branch in his mouth, and a few wild fruits were hanging on the branch.

"Holy Damn Me"

Qin Fan knew that the little fox was looking for food for him, and suddenly turned from sadness to joy.

He looked at the little fox fixedly, and at this time, the little fox ran to him, raised his head and gave the wild fruit to Qin Fan.

Qin Fan looked at the little fox, took the branch, and looked at the wild fruit.

Immediately, he slapped the little fox on the head angrily and scolded: "Damn, you ran there, I still think you're finished!"

Suddenly, the little meow screamed.

Qin Fan looked at the little fox like this, and felt a little distressed.

He sighed, then reached out and stroked the little fox, and then asked softly, "Are you okay?"

The little fox looked up at Qin Fan, and immediately shook his head, signaling that it was okay.

Qin Fan relieved his heart at a glance, and then he picked a wild fruit, broke half of it and put it in his palm, and the little fox stepped forward and licked the flesh.

This guy used to be a carnivore, but after following Qin Fan for nearly a year, the habits of the little fox have also changed a lot, and now he also eats fruits.

Looking at the fragrant food of the little fox, Qin Fan smiled knowingly.

Then after he shared a few fruits with the little fox and ate them, Qin Fan felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach.

Immediately, Qin Fan got up and took the book of Shangqing Heart Method and took a look.

In the past, Qin Fan had always been interested in traditional Chinese culture, so he was a little familiar with Xiao Seal.

But even so, there are many words in it, and Qin Fan still doesn't understand.

Simply Qin Fan put the Shangqing Heart Method in his pocket.

He thought about taking a good look when he had time, and now the main thing was to think of a way to get out first.

At the same time, Qin Fan actually had some regrets in his heart.

It was too sudden in the tomb before, and Qin Fan still had a lot of questions in his heart, so he didn't have time to ask the white-bearded old man.

He always had a vague feeling that this tomb had something to do with the cave in the village.

And what made Qin Fan even more curious was why this white-bearded old man could know the little fox?

There are so many questions, Qin Fan can't study them now.

Sighing, Qin Fan turned his head to look at the little fox who was quietly squatting there on the side.

He patted the little fox's head and said with a smile: "Little fox, I don't know what you are doing, but after so much experience, I still want to thank you." ”

The little fox tilted his head to look at Qin Fan, and wagged his tail with a meow.

After sitting for a while, Qin Fan meditated cross-legged and cultivated the remaining aura in his body.

After the back injury was better, Qin Fan got up and took the little fox to find a way out of the forest.

After the mudslide, the forest is now a bit of a mess, but the mud is scabbed, so it is not difficult to walk.

Animal carcasses and occasionally human carcasses are seen along the way.

Qin Fan knew that the large-scale mudslide must have caused a lot of casualties.

And he calculated, according to this hard lump of silt, Qin Fan estimated that half a month had passed.

In the past half a month, Qin Fan didn't know what happened to the disaster relief?

And he was also worried about whether He Xinrong and Li Shi would escape safely.

So Qin Fan thought about going to the mountain road first to see He Xinrong and them.

Two hours later.

Qin Fan finally walked to a mountain road.

It's a little strange to look at this mountain road.

Qin Fan stood there and watched for a while, roughly determined the direction, and then Qin Fan continued to walk.

Another hour passed.

Qin Fan walked to a hillside.

When he was about to defend his position, Qin Fan's face suddenly changed.

He looked at the side of the mountain road not far away, where the old rattan tree still grew crookedly.

Although the flash flood was large, it did not wash away the old rattan tree.

And this rattan tree, Qin Fan was deeply impressed.

When he led the villagers to find the way, he saw this old rattan tree.