But this time, Bao Jianfeng found the same triangular nails on the temples of those corpses, and as soon as he looked at the position and depth of the nails, he knew that the person who shot them must be a master. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now Bao Jianfeng is even more puzzled, these nails are not his own things, let alone the weapons of the Northern Underworld, so who will be the person who makes the three-edged nails? Song Xiao? He remembered that during a camp competition, Song Xiao also went down, but his archery skills were average, could he have hidden it clumsily at that time?

Bao Jianfeng looked up at the mountain road in front of him, and the doubts in his heart became heavier.

Finally, when it was close to dusk, Bao Jianfeng climbed to the top of the cliff. He looked at the messy footprints on the top of the cliff, and the doubts in his heart reached the extreme. Didn't Song Xiao say that he returned injured after fighting those Northern Underworldrs? So what's going on with these footprints here? And how to explain the large amount of spray-like blood found next to a tree?

Bao Jianfeng walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the entire collapsed gap in ice and snow, and leaned down to look down again. There was a white expanse below, and nothing could be seen except a few shrubs that grew on the cliffs.

Bao Jianfeng was about to leave, when suddenly, a corner of wind-blown dark cloth on a bush growing on a cliff caught his attention. If he remembered correctly, the color of the cloth strip was exactly the same color as Jiang Moyan's clothes that day. Bao Jianfeng was startled, and then looked at the ice and snow gap in front of him, could it be ......

A bold and terrifying thought flashed through his mind, and Bao Jianfeng only felt his head buzzing, and a huge impulse urged him to go down and take a look at it immediately.

This cliff is dozens of feet high, and I am afraid that there is no possibility of survival if a person falls down. But I don't know why, Bao Jianfeng always felt that Jiang Moyan couldn't die like this, that calm and clever guy had just intersected with him, how could it be like this?

Bao Jianfeng didn't dare to think about it, he only had one thought now, that is, he had to go down the cliff to see it no matter what, and he would see people alive or dead corpses.

Bao Jianfeng looked around, picked up a pile of dead branches wet with snow and piled them into a pyre, and took out the flint from his arms and lit it. There wasn't much time, and a smoking campfire was ready. Bao Jianfeng took off a sweat towel from his body, bit his finger and left some handwriting on it, hung the sweat towel on a tree next to him, and then returned to the edge of the cliff.

This cliff is too high and steep, although Bao Jianfeng carries a rope with him, but the rope is too short, compared to such a high cliff, it is simply negligible.

He broke off a large branch from a nearby tree and placed it on the edge of the cliff, cut out a stone and pressed it as a reference marker, and then walked down the side of the cliff. After walking straight for half an hour, I found a slightly flat place. Bao Jianfeng slowly climbed down the gentle slope.

It's a gentle slope, but it's also very difficult. Fortunately, Bao Jianfeng's light skills are good, and there is a rope to assist. Even so, it still made him consume all his physical strength, and it took him a full two hours to descend to the bottom of the cliff. Luckily, the moonlight was good tonight, which helped him solve the lighting problem.

Bao Jianfeng was startled when he jumped to the bottom of the cliff, because the snow here was so thick that it was no longer up to his waist. If a person is lying flat on the ground, he will definitely be buried in the snow and will not be seen at all. He couldn't help but get anxious.

Bao Jianfeng looked up, and could vaguely see a small bulge on the cliff above his head, which must have been the big branch he had just placed. He compared the raised position, found the place where Jiang Moyan should have fallen, and began to plow the snow on the ground.

Perhaps because she had brought a large amount of snow with her when she fell, it was flat at this time, and there was no sign of anyone falling.

Bao Jianfeng was so anxious that he took out his sword and used it as a tool for shoveling snow, and shaved through the waist-deep snow, until he was tired and sweaty, exhausted, and could no longer lift his two hands, he sat on the ground and closed his eyes in frustration to rest.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke mixed with the unusually fresh, cold air and burrowed into his nose. Bao Jianfeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked up suspiciously. He had just lit a cigarette at the top of the mountain, but with such a high cliff, would the smoke come down? And isn't the smoke all going up?

Bao Jianfeng's spirits perked up, and another possibility jumped into his heart: Could it be the cigarette that Jiang Moyan lit?

Bao Jianfeng ignored his exhaustion, and hurriedly stood up and looked around. Sure enough, far ahead, a trace of smoke came out, barely visible against the snow.

Bao Jianfeng suddenly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and all his fatigue disappeared suddenly. I saw him stand upright, step on the soft snow and fly for a while, and after a few ups and downs, he jumped out of the snow pit and headed towards the place where the smoke was rising.

When Bao Jianfeng got closer, he found that this place was on a cliff. Although the snow is still deep, it is much less than the valley bottom. He walked along the cliff for a while, and at last he saw a cave at the corner, and the bonfire that led him to it was at the mouth of the cave, which was about to be extinguished, and a small puff of smoke came out of it. If it weren't for Bao Jianfeng's sensitive nose, it would be difficult to find it when this smoke and flame were extinguished.

When Bao Jianfeng saw the bonfire, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he rushed into the cave with an arrow and saw Jiang Moyan lying on the ground.

Jiang Moyan on the ground seemed to hear the movement, raised his head with difficulty, and looked towards the entrance of the cave, with a trace of vigilance, a hint of expectation, and a hint of uncertainty on his face.

Bao Jianfeng rushed to Jiang Moyan's side in surprise and hugged her. But seeing her weak appearance, Bao Jianfeng's face instantly became panicked again, and he asked while calling her name, "Mo Yan, what's wrong with you?" What is wrong with you? ”

Bao Jianfeng questioned and examined her body, and found that the pants on her legs had been torn, revealing wounds held in place by branches and strips of cloth, apparently broken legs.

Bao Jianfeng felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly looked down. The wound is not too big, but because it has not been well treated, it has some purulent infection.

Touching Jiang Moyan's body again, it was cold. If Jiang Moyan hadn't maintained a three-point consciousness, Bao Jianfeng would have suspected that he was holding a corpse. Bao Jianfeng endured his sadness, untied the water bladder from his body, put it on Jiang Moyan's chapped lips, and poured a mouthful on her. Then he took off his robe and put it on Jiang Moyan before putting her back on the ground.

Bao Jianfeng ran to the door again, moved all the firewood that had not been extinguished into the hole, climbed the cliff next to it, broke off many branches, and added them to the fire.

After doing this, Bao Jianfeng returned to Jiang Moyan's side, carried her to the bonfire, and held her in his arms to warm her.

After a while, Jiang Moyan's body had some temperature, and he slowly sobered up.

Bao Jianfeng soaked a piece of cake in the water bladder, put it in Jiang Moyan's mouth, and when she swallowed it slowly, he stuffed another piece for her.

By the time Jiang Moyan ate the whole cake, he could finally speak. She tugged at the corners of her lips at him and said slowly, "You're here!" (To be continued.) )