This last sentence is thoughtless, but it reveals a message, this skeleton could not escape from here before her death, she pinned her hopes on "him", this "he" and the beginning of the chapter He didn't know if it was the same person, but it was obvious that this person did not come back to save her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But then she suddenly came to her senses and understood something, but what was it? What is an illusion and why is it an illusion?

I vaguely feel that this sentence is the key, for my current situation, and for the entire trip to the burial ground of the Yin Rengou Gu King, but after all, the human brain is limited, and I can't solve this heavenly book-like words at this moment.

The lighter burned hot again, my fingers naturally loosened, and the surroundings fell into darkness again. I've never imagined what a person would be like when he knew he was going to die, but I was afraid that there was nothing worse for me to find myself in now.

I suddenly found that the diary that I had great hopes for was useless in changing the situation at this time, and that in the dark, fear would become infinitely great, and I felt a chill all over my body, as if the heat of my body was sucked away little by little by the boundless darkness, and my whole body was "shivering" and shivering.

At that moment, I wanted to cry and scream, but I found that my eyes were dry, there was not a drop of tears, my throat was even more hoarse, and no matter how wide my mouth was, I couldn't make a sound.

I knew I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and now even the slightest bit of stress would crush my last bit of desire to survive. I tried to keep my body moving, and with the memory of the entire space, I picked up a stone from the skeleton and moved it to the wall little by little.

"Bang!"

I slammed the stone wall with the last bit of strength I had left.

At this point, my mind could no longer wonder if what I was doing was useful, but instinctively felt that if I didn't do something, I must be like the skeleton, and many years later I would become a second skeleton, for those who came after me (if there were) to guess.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

I slammed into the stone wall, and the sound echoed so loudly in the narrow space that my ears "buzzed". I smashed it mechanically I don't know how many times, until I couldn't lift my arm anymore, I touched it with my hand and found that I had smashed a hole in the stone wall, revealing the mud layer inside.

It turned out that the stone wall was not as thick as I imagined, I was happy in my heart, and I wanted to continue to smash it, but I couldn't lift my arm anymore, and there were bursts of pain in my palm, which seemed to be worn out of the skin. I rested for a while, and with the instinct to survive, I started digging again.

Without food, people can support at least seven days, but without water, they can't support it for even three days, with my current physical condition, first I lost too much blood, and then I did this kind of high-intensity physical work, let alone three days, I couldn't support it even for a day, and I didn't even know that I fainted.

When I regained consciousness again, I was awakened with hunger, and I felt hungry, indicating that my body had not yet used up its own stored energy, and it should not have been too long since I fainted. I swallowed my saliva and found that my throat was dry as if it had been burned by fire, and the lack of water was the worst thing right now.

I once read a foreign report that said that an absentee was trapped underground for more than 20 days because of the collapse of the tunnel, and he survived by his own urine. I was watching with my colleagues, all of whom felt evil, but I knew that in order to survive, I had to do the same thing as the absenteeism.

Don't ask me how it tastes, I believe it's just how I felt at that time, and I don't want to remember it. After a while, I noticed that I was feeling better, and I continued to dig where I had been.

After all, human endurance is limited, not to mention that I was still injured, I don't know how many times I fell asleep, and after waking up and digging again, I fell into a semi-coma again.

The reason why I say semi-comatose is that the human brain's sense of self-protection is turned on, my eyes and other senses can feel everything in the dark, but my body can no longer move, and I am about to fall into a coma again. I knew in my heart that once I fell asleep this time, I would never get up again.

"Bang!"

At this moment of life and death, I heard a muffled sound from behind the stone wall I was digging. The sound was very low, but in the silent darkness, I could hear it very clearly.

Has someone come to my rescue? The desire to survive made me regain a trace of consciousness again, but I waited for a long time, and the voice did not sound again, just when I was in pain and disappointment in my heart, there was a "bang", and the voice sounded again, and it was much closer.

yes, someone must have come to my rescue. At that moment, I was like a person who had returned to the light, and suddenly my body could move, and I struggled to pick up the hard stone that I had smashed into a ball, and smashed it twice against the stone wall from which the sound came.

After I smashed it, I waited for a long time, and found that inside the stone wall, there were two consecutive "clangs, clangs". I was ecstatic, and despite the pain of my body, I slammed three times against the wall.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound behind the wall was much closer than before, and at the same time, "clang, clang, clang" replied to me three times in a row. I struggled to smash the mud layer at the sound, but suddenly I felt dizzy in front of me.

Originally, my body and spirit were on the verge of collapse, and this time I used too much force, and finally used up the last bit of energy left in my body. When I fell, I saw the mud layer in front of me collapse, and a ray of light came out, although it was only the size of a bean, but in my eyes, it was as bright as the sun.

Vaguely, I saw a figure crawl out of the cave and walk towards me, and by the slightest light, I could see the person in front of me.

Yang You!

It turned out to be her, she is here to take me to the underworld, right? The thought crossed my mind, and before I could be afraid, I lost consciousness.

Vaguely, I kept dreaming, and for a while I dreamed that Uncle Yang Youtie and they were hooked by ghost soldiers with iron ropes and brought into the Nine Secluded Mansion; After a while, I dreamed that Luo Da Scar's body had a Gu attack, and he was pierced by those red threads as a hedgehog; But the one I saw the most was Yang You's brother who turned into a dry corpse, and his dry eyes were always staring at me, as if he was telling something.

My body was so heavy that for a moment the day suddenly sprang up from the bottom of the water, and grabbed my feet, and my vicious eyes showed infinite hatred, and pulled me into the lake full of dried corpses.

I struggled desperately, shouting loudly, but I felt a pair of hands gently grasp my hands and slowly pull them up from the boundless darkness.

Opening my eyes slightly, I saw that the owner of those hands was actually Yang You, who had already turned into a dry corpse and died for many years in my mind. I was shocked and came to my senses, the fear in my heart directly distorted my face, and my body involuntarily retreated.

"Don't move, you've got the nutrient solution hanging from your hand." I heard Yang You's voice.

I looked at Yang You's slightly haggard face in front of me as if I was stupid, stared blankly at her eyes with joy, and opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't speak.

The person in front of him, is it Yang You? Is it a human or a ghost? Or was it a hallucination that I had left in my brain before I died?

"Who are you?" It was so hard that I asked in a hoarse throat.

When Yang You heard my question, she was obviously stunned for a moment, her hands probed in front of my forehead, and before she could speak, I heard Uncle Tie's voice next to me: "Miss, he has been injured in the back of his head, and he has shed a lot of blood, and he may have temporarily lost his memory." ”

When I heard the voice, I realized that there was a person standing next to me, and when I turned my head, I saw that Uncle Tie had obvious scars on his face, bandages on his arms, and a plastic hanging bottle in his other hand, and the hanging thread and needle were pierced in my arm.

"Uncle Tie, are you a human or a ghost? Did that snake spirit take you in as the Lady of the Village? I said with a wry smile.