Zhang Zucheng shouted anxiously, but Zhang Zhizhi on his back did not respond, seeing that Zhang Zhizhi fainted, Zhang Zucheng directly put her off his back, and patted Zhang Zhizhi's cheek a few times, but it had no effect.

Seeing such a situation, Zhang Zucheng was also anxious, and if he delayed here, he was afraid that he would worry about his life, not to mention Zhang Zhizhi, and even Zhang Zucheng himself would be unable to escape in the end.

The surroundings were all red, and every now and then a charred tree would fall down, making a loud roar, setting off bursts of soot and flying in the air, coupled with the billowing black smoke, if it weren't for the cloth strips on their faces, I am afraid that they would have choked to death if they were not burned to death.

Zhang Zucheng was half-kneeling on the ground, the strip of white cloth covering his face had already been smoked black, and there were many burns on Zhang Zucheng's upper body, and his clothes and pants were also dirty with black ash.

Not only Zhang Zucheng, but Zhang Zhizhi, who had fallen into a coma, was not much better at this time, the clothes on his body were also burned in many places, and his original white and tender skin was also burned by the flames, which looked very distressing.

I don't know how long it has been since I was trapped here, Zhang Zucheng felt that his vision was gradually blurry, and his chest felt dull.

Is this the end of it, at this time, Lan Yi's figure appeared in Zhang Zucheng's mind, her voice and smile kept echoing in her mind, and the tearful smile was difficult to erase for a long time.

I thought I would find you even if I spent my whole life, but I didn't expect ......

Lan Yi, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely find you, hold you firmly in my arms, and never let go.

At this moment, Zhang Zucheng only felt that his limbs were weak, and it was difficult to support his body, so he fell beside Zhang Zhizhi with a pop, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

Looking at the sea of fire in front of him, Zhang Zucheng felt an inexplicable sense of loss and apology in his heart, and used his last strength to face the many flowers and trees surrounded by the sea of fire in front of him, Zhang Zucheng said affectionately, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you." ”

In nature, everything is the embodiment of a kind of life, although plants are different from people, unable to speak, unable to think, but they are in their own way, in the natural world full of difficulties and dangers, for this, they are worthy of respect, just like humans.

At the moment when Zhang Zucheng said this, something strange happened, on an adobe beside him, the soil actually moved by itself, as if it had been pushed up from below by something.

The next moment, I saw a young branch break out of the ground, and burst up at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, if it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Zhang Zucheng really couldn't believe that there was a plant in the world that grew so fast.

Watching the branches and buds grow little by little, Zhang Zucheng felt more and more familiar, he grew up in the mountains since he was a child, and he can be very sure that the plant in front of him is ginseng.

And ordinary ginseng can not develop from branches and buds to maturity in a short period of time, and soon, Zhang Zucheng understood that this ginseng is the so-called ginseng king.

"Are you here to save us?" Zhang Zucheng muttered in a low voice, ginseng is a plant, how can he answer Zhang Zucheng, but the ginseng king in front of him seemed to understand Zhang Zucheng's words, and he kept shaking, and soon, the white and tender ginseng body buried under the soil also stretched out of the ground.

As if greeting Zhang Zucheng, the whole ginseng king plant was shaking, and at this moment, the virtual root that stretched out of the ground suddenly swung forward, and the posture was as if he wanted Zhang Zucheng to shake hands.

Zhang Zucheng didn't think much about it, it was an eye-opener to see such a rare treasure in the world before he died, and with all his strength, Zhang Zucheng stretched out a hand root and touched the virtual root of the ginseng king.

At the moment of touching, Zhang Zucheng's whole body was as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body became drunk and numb, only to feel a strange fluctuation that was continuously transmitted from the ginseng king's body to his body through his fingers.

And then, Zhang Zucheng's body also changed, and a high white light erupted from his atrium.

This is not the first time Zhang Zucheng has seen his chest glow, when he was forced by the woman in the yellow shirt before, his chest was the same as now, but it was blue light at that time, but now it is white light.

In the next second, Zhang Zucheng only felt that his body seemed to be about to explode, and the whole person was filled with a strange force, "Ah...!" With a loud roar, Zhang Zucheng's seven orifices all came out with a white light at this moment, like a searchlight.

Bang!

With a violent sound, Zhang Zucheng used all his strength to pestle his elbows to the ground, causing a loud bang, and then he felt wave after wave of energy fluctuations that were difficult to see with the naked eye spread out in all directions.

With the diffusion of energy fluctuations, a magical scene appeared, and the flowers and trees that had been burned into charcoal sprung up like mushrooms after a rain at this moment, bursting out of the ground and bursting out with infinite vitality.

What made Zhang Zucheng feel even more incredible was that the sea of flames, which was still swinging its teeth and claws at him, was actually suppressed by the vitality bursting out of nature at this moment.

Sihao was not afraid of being burned by the flames, the upper end was burned black, and the tender green at the lower end was rushed out of the soil, like a warrior who was not afraid of death, vowing to press the flames under him.

At this time, Zhang Zucheng felt that his body was expanding again, and then another strong energy fluctuation spread out like a sandstorm, sweeping away.

With a plop, Zhang Zucheng fell to the ground, and at the moment of the second ** movement out of the body, Zhang Zucheng felt that his body was emptied, and the whole person fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhang Zucheng woke up again, he found that he was already at the bottom of the mountain, lying on a very simple stretcher, Da Zhuang and the three children and grandchildren were standing beside him, and they were all relieved to see him wake up.

"Zu Cheng, if I hadn't watched you grow up since I was a child, I would really think that you were the reincarnation of this lucky star, such a big mountain fire, you didn't even have a little bruise!" Zhang Siye said excitedly.

Being mentioned like this, Zhang Zucheng also paid attention to the fact that the few traces of being burned by the flames on his body before were nowhere to be found.

Zhang Zucheng smiled and said, "Fourth grandfather, I'm not a lucky star, it must be that Lord Yama thinks I'm a ghost, so he doesn't want to accept me." ”

"Brother Zu Cheng, my grandfather is not the only one who thinks so, the people in the village say that you are the reincarnation of Fuxing, otherwise how could you get the ginseng king and not be injured again." The third baby said angrily, as if he was very sure that his words were right.

"Ginseng King?" Zhang Zucheng was a little flustered, and at this time, Da Zhuang on the side took out a white and tender ginseng with a somewhat strange shape from the basket in his hand.

At the first glance of seeing it, Zhang Zucheng recognized that this was the ginseng king who wanted to save himself before, and the arm-like upturned virtual root was absolutely impossible to fake, and now seeing this ginseng king, Zhang Zucheng felt that it seemed to be a little less spiritual, and it was just a little longer than ordinary ginseng.

Unexpectedly, in order to help himself, this spiritual ginseng king has turned into an ordinary century-old ginseng.

"Da Zhuang, keep it alive." Zhang Zucheng said with some regret, pondered for a moment, and then said, "How is Zhizhi, it's okay." ”

Before anyone could respond, Zhang Zhizhi's voice came from the side, "Brother Zu Cheng, I'm fine." ”

Zhang Zhizhi's body was bandaged in many places, but they were all external injuries and were fine, but Zhang Zucheng saw a strangeness in her eyes, a compassionate emotion.

"What's wrong with Zhizhi, has something happened?"

Zhang Zucheng's words, like a key to open Pandora's box, touched the depths of Zhang Zhizhi's heart, and the next moment, Zhang Zhizhi was crying, looking like a child who lost his toy.

Seeing Zhang Zhizhi crying, everyone present showed sadness, Zhang Zucheng hurriedly stood up, hugged Zhang Zhizhi in his arms, and said softly while stroking the back of her head, "Zhizhi is good, Zhizhi doesn't cry, what happened, tell Brother Zucheng." ”

Zhang Zhizhi, who was held in Zhang Zucheng's arms, was already choked and couldn't help herself, as if she had found a channel for catharsis, she threw herself tightly into Zhang Zucheng's arms, and shouted in a deep voice in an extremely sad tone, "Brother Zucheng, my mother is gone......"

In this wildfire disaster, a total of 11 people were trapped in the mountain, some were choked to death, some were burned to charcoal, and the appearance was very scary, and Zhang Zucheng and Zhang Zhizhi were the only two survivors.

Seeing Zhang Zhizhi's sad appearance of crying pear blossoms and rain, Zhang Zucheng's fists were angrily gathered together, Zhang Ran, if it weren't for this Wang Ba calf, he would not have caused such a tragedy, even if he was scraped with a thousand knives, it would be difficult to resist the crime he committed.

After calming down the emotional Zhang Zhizhi, Zhang Zucheng entered the mountain again, and the scene in front of him could only be described as a barrenness, and what puzzled him was that he had clearly seen countless plants breaking through the soil before, why couldn't he see any of them now, was it just his own illusion.

But if it is an illusion, then the fire in the mountain has been extinguished.

Zhang Zucheng saw that the grass on the ground was half blackened by the fire, so he reached out and touched it, but he didn't expect that this grass that was dying was actually blooming again.

Zhang Zucheng glanced at his hands, put his hand on his heart and touched it, and couldn't help muttering, "Shi Ling, Shi Ling, what are you, and when will I be able to meet your master again." ”