It seemed like a century long, and when He Jiaming opened his eyes, it was already darkness that he couldn't see his fingers.

Where is this? Where is he?

His head was so heavy that he couldn't think of anything.

He moved his body slightly, but there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he reached out to touch it, it was wet, and even the air smelled of blood.

Needless to say, his arm was useless, he didn't even have the strength to make a fist now, and thanks to this crippled arm, he gradually remembered what had happened before.

Oops, what about the bastard!

He suddenly realized that he was busy groaning||He opened his mouth and shouted, "Situ Qinglang, hey, surnamed Situ, are you still alive?"

His voice was hoarse as if it had broken a gong, and at the same time, unbearable thirst and hunger came along with sobriety, which made He Jiaming realize that he had been trapped here for a while, but there was no light around him, he could not see anything, and he could not hear anything.

"Situ Qinglang, are you still alive! Damn it......" He Jiaming cursed, stretched out his other hand and touched around.

To be honest, it takes a lot of courage to find something in this environment, because it's so dark, so dark that you don't even know what you're going to touch, and if he's lucky, he'll be able to touch his phone, and if he's unlucky, he'll be able to touch a cold hand or a dead man's face—

Thankfully, he got his hands on his phone! Thankfully, this thing fell in the same place as him!

He hurriedly turned on the phone, but fortunately the phone was charged, because he had been busy saving people, his mobile phone was almost useless, but the signal was completely empty, and he couldn't contact the outside world.

He hurriedly turned on the flashlight to shine in front of him, and at a glance saw Situ Qinglang lying a few steps away from him, his helmet was broken, and his head was full of large and small rubble.

"CAO-" He Jiaming felt ominous, and hurriedly got up and stepped forward, he was so weak, so weak that it was difficult to even stand up, but he couldn't imagine that the bastard who always gave him trouble on weekdays was lying there motionless now!

"I said, why are you pretending to be dead! Hurry up and get up for Lao Tzu!" He Jiaming's voice began to tremble, he stepped forward and kicked Situ Qinglang, but he didn't react.

Damn! It's not really going to die, is it?

He Jiaming's eyes were dark, obviously he was Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed no matter how he fought when he was on a mission, and he could live well in the rain of bullets, but just an earthquake would kill this bastard boy?

"What should you do if you die sweetheart!Hurry up and wake up Lao Tzu!" He squatted down and patted Situ Qinglang's face hard, and his hand touched his head and felt a lump.

Although there were no external injuries, the head was swollen like this, and there must have been bruises inside. He Jiaming's hands trembled, and he stretched out to Situ Qinglang's nose to test his breathing.

Oh, my God...... If this guy is also dead, then he He Jiaming will be trapped in this ghost place until he dies, he doesn't want to be like this!

He detected an extremely faint breath, but even this made him ecstatic, and he slammed the clear man's middle with a hand that could still move, and pressed his chest again, and his mouth vibrated with words:

"The surname is Situ, you TM won't get up again, Lao Tzu will give you artificial respiration, believe it or not!"

The chest heaving is really weak, completely gone, He Jiaming stared at it for a long time, his head was a mess, CAO, you won't really give this bastard artificial respiration, right?

He spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head...... Unexpectedly, when he was about to touch the lips of the unconscious Situ Qinglang, Qinglang suddenly coughed violently twice, suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at him directly, as if he was possessed by some evil ghost, his eyes were full of vigilance and strangeness.