On top of the mountain.

Wang Xiao stood in the clouds, facing the fierce wind, looking at a venerable figure walking through the jungle under the mountain, the feeling in his heart was really indescribable, feeling that everything in the dark has its own providence, and it is not completely controlled by people.

The man who walked through the jungle down the mountain was none other than George.

Wang Xiao tracked down George.

Before leaving the camping place, Wang Xiao placed a fly monitor on George, so he said to Park Ji-yeon with certainty, "No matter where you go, I can find you."

But Wang Xiao didn't take into account a situation.

Park Ji-yeon didn't follow George, Park Ji-yeon actually acted alone, and she didn't know where she went.

This point is that Wang Xiao does not have xiangdao.

I believe that Park Ji-yeon can't think of it.

It is impossible for Wang Xiao to tell Park Ji-yeon that he has placed a fly monitor on George.

It was this deviation that Park Ji* disappeared from Wang Xiao's field of vision.

Wang Xiao looked at George, who was running away in embarrassment, and felt inexplicable in his heart.

In this group of mercenaries, Fujii was killed by Park Ji-yeon, Nakamura was killed by him, Kailì was killed by Sangkun, Sangkun was killed by thunder, Sakurai was buried alive by a mudslide, and Park Ji-yeon was lost, leaving only George alive.

In just a few days, so many people died, Wang Xiao did not feel pity for these lives.

It's just that Park Ji-yeon didn't act with George, which made him a little unexpected.

Where did Park Ji-yeon go?

Why didn't Park Ji-yeon act with George?

Did Park Ji-yeon go to him?

These questions lingered in Wang Xiao's heart, and Wang Xiao couldn't think of an answer.

Perhaps, this is the Answer.

The top of the mountain was windy and cold to the bone, Wang Xiao exchanged for a bottle of soju and poured it into his stomach.

Suddenly, a hot breath rose from the dantian, and Wang Xiao felt a little warmer all over his body.

It's just that the yīn cold in my heart still can't be dispelled.

Destiny does not change the world, but the heart of people. When a person's heart is changed, everything changes.

After experiencing too much cruelty and blood, Wang Xiao can't return to his previous enthusiasm.

No matter how hard he tried, his heart was still as cold as iron.

Even when he is full of pity for the world, there is still a kind of bystander coldness in his heart.

Wang Xiao knew very well in his heart that the only person who would be indifferent to the world was himself.

But how did he change that?

When his heart became like this, when his blood became cold-blooded, he couldn't warm himself up anymore.

The liquor beauty can only make his ** feel a moment of warmth, but it can't make his heart really burn.

None of this brought him real comfort, nor did it really come to him.

Only the eradication of the evil in the world can make him feel that life is full of jī feelings.

Killing is not a sin, but a life.

Wang Xiao reveled in it.

Punishment may have been just a way for him to have fun.

It doesn't make sense for a person to take the lives of others, but if the lives of evil people are eradicated, there seems to be a little bit of truth. When you can't suppress the desire to kill, killing the bad guys is a good choice.

There is also a way to steal.

The name is not right.

No matter what a person does, he must always have his own reason.

Wang Xiao found his way.

Wang Xiao didn't want to think that he was a grand duke who was seeking happiness for mankind.

He wanted to kill someone, and someone deserved to kill him, and the two hit it off, and it was as simple as that.

Therefore, the reputation of the world is not hindered by him.

No worries. No obstacles, no terror. Stay away from upside-down dreams, nirvana.

George walked through the jungle, weak and disorganized, still holding on.

Since that night's incident, George has been left alone.

George felt lucky that a heavy rain washed away all the traces and allowed him to run out of that area, leaving no trace behind him. Soon after he ran out of that area, he quietly saw a garrison on the hill heading towards that area, just avoiding being surrounded by the garrison.

George had been running through the jungle for the past few days, and had not encountered the garrison on the road.

George believed that he had rushed out of the search range of the garrison.

George believed that no one would be able to keep up with him anymore.

George tǐng thanked the big one, and if it wasn't for the heavy rain, he wouldn't have gotten rid of the trail so easily. …,

George didn't know that Sanquin had been killed by lightning in that heavy rain.

George also didn't know that Sakurai was buried alive by a mudslide during that heavy rain.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't take pity on him. Man dies for money, and birds die for food. I can't complain.

Some people are lucky, some people are unlucky, and things in the world are nothing more than that.

George is fine as long as he is lucky. And, George believes he'll be lucky forever.

In fact, so far, everything has gone smoothly.

The only problem was that George didn't have enough to eat. There were only three canned beef left, and the compressed biscuits had already been eaten, especially the water to drink. From last night to now, George has not drunk a drop of water.

The sun rose again in the middle of the sky, and even though George deliberately avoided it, he still couldn't avoid the light.

Tired and thirsty, with his eyes and head black, George was out of breath and stumbled on a sloping meadow. He felt tired and felt like he was dying, but his strong will to survive prevented him from giving up.

Although the situation is difficult, he does not despair, he still has xiwang.

With Xiwang in his heart, he wants to fight again.

This mountain, as long as he climbs over this mountain, and then over another mountain, and then over another mountain, he will be able to escape, and he will be able to rise from the dead. He must not give up, he has to fight again.

A mountain like this, when he was in good physical condition, he could climb it after a day and night of desperate travel. Although he is very weak now, he can't rush over so quickly,

But how could he give up?

No, he definitely can't give up. He had to cheer himself up, and he had to get out.

He just needs a break......

After a short rest, he was able to regain his strength and move on.

George closed his eyes in exhaustion.

The moment his eyes closed, he saw pitch black before his eyes.

George once heard that before people die, the most important people and events in this life flash in their minds.

George didn't see anything until he closed his eyes, so he believed he wouldn't die.

He just needed a break.

Sure enough, day by day, it moved westward, and after about three or four hours had passed, George woke up from his stupor. At this moment, there was a very thick cloud in the sky, which only obscured the bright light above George's head.

George looked at the thick gray clouds, and a dry, ugly laugh came out of his mouth.

George felt so lucky that he was truly favored by God.

If it weren't for that cloud, he would probably have died of sunburn.

But a cloud appeared in the sky, blocking him from the bright light, bringing him yīn coolness, making him breathe and come back to life. How could he not feel lucky?

George looked around, a little wet.

There are water drips on the green leaves, which are crystal clear and radiant.

Just now, when he was fainting, it seemed to be raining lightly. At this time, there is still rain on the leaves.

George looked at the rain on the leaves, as if he had seen life, and his heart surged with a liliang, and he staggered up from the ground with all his strength, and slammed on the branches and leaves that were stained with rain, like a dog greedily sucking the rain on the leaves.

With every drop of rain swallowed into his mouth, George felt like he was alive again.

tiǎn countless leaves. After swallowing countless raindrops, George clearly knew that he was lucky to live again.

George took out another military water.

There was no water in the kettle for a long time, but George didn't throw the kettle away, he kept praying to God for rain.

Sure enough, God was moved by his sincerity, and sure enough, it was zhende that fell a light rain.

God teaches people that I only help those who are willing to help themselves.

George knows this, and he is a person who knows how to help himself, so he has to make good use of this opportunity.

George holds the kettle and aims the spout at the leaves, allowing the rainwater from the leaves to flow into the kettle.

He is to keep this water for reserve, and with it he will live.

The clouds that had blocked the sun removed, and the sun shone straight down again, and the rain evaporated rapidly.

In his frustration, George used a jug to collect the rainwater from the leaves, and in the end he collected only half a pot of water, and the rainwater on the leaves evaporated and dried up. George was a little annoyed that if he had woken up from his stua earlier, he would have been able to collect more rain, and he would have survived a little more. …,

George carefully screwed the cap of the kettle, as if he was afraid that the water inside would spill if he accidentally spilled it.

It's like the kettle doesn't contain water, but his life.

George did it under a big tree.

There was some mud under the big tree, but George sat down regardless of it, he had been crawling in the jungle for the past few days, and his whole body was already dirty, and it was not too much to say that his whole body was covered with mud, so he didn't need to pay attention to cleanliness at this time.

In fact, he was filthier than the mud on the ground.

If you want to say that you dislike it, it is the mud on the ground that dislikes him first.

Although the mud on the ground is dirty, it is pregnant with the fragrance of life, unlike him who is dirty and smelly.

George sat down, took out a can of beef, and opened it with weak, trembling hands.

A scent of aroma wafted through the nose.

George only swallowed his saliva, and Zhende wanted to feast on the canned beef in one gulp.

But George restrained his desire and told himself not to let that happen. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to control himself. After calming himself with great will, George took out a dagger, pulled out a small piece of beef, slowly brought it to his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it into his stomach.

George should cherish every bit of food, eat every bit of food into his stomach, and absorb every bit of nutrition into his body, because these are his lives, and he must cherish them.

George ate half of the canned beef and stopped eating, and although his stomach was still hungry, he had to save a little food to save a little to eat. He only had three cans of beef. There is nothing to eat in this jungle, these three canned beef are his life-saving things, if you eat one, you will lose one, and if you eat one, you will lose a penny, so he has to eat slowly. This time he only eats half of it, and next time he eats half of it.

At this time. What George wants is not to eat well, not to be full, but to live.

George put away the two and a half cans of beef that were left, looked up the hill at the impassable peak, and tried to muster up the courage to stand up and try his best to overcome the difficulty.

But George had not taken a few steps before he felt a dizziness in his head and fell to the ground again.

George fell to his knees and braced himself with his hands to keep himself from falling completely.

Finally, George held himself up, and he didn't really fall.

George fell to his knees and paddled... Pray to God with a cross and give him a way to live so that he can live.

Then George slowly got up from the ground again.

He stood up too violently just now, which caused his head to lack blood supply and faint.

This time he learned his lesson, slowly got up from the ground, and stumbled over the mountain.

On the top of the mountain behind George, Wang Xiao was quietly watching.

In the past few days, Wang Xiao has followed George, and he has really been tortured.

Countless times he saw George dying, and he knew that George was not sorry to die, but he had to intervene to save George.

Countless times he wanted to kill George, but watching a life struggle for a long time, he inevitably had a trace of pity in his heart.

When you see a sinful life struggling, do you kill it quickly or have mercy on him and redeem him?

Wang Xiao was a little confused.

Perhaps, whether it is killing or redeeming, there is nothing wrong with it.

The only thing that's wrong is that you can't watch it for too long, otherwise it's really hard work.

Watching others struggle on the brink of death, the evil person may be able to get pleasure, but the good person can only be tortured.

It's unfortunate that Wang Xiaotian is very good, but he has to follow a damn man who is struggling on the brink of death for a long time.

Watching George's embarrassed escape every day, Wang Xiao felt that he was very cold-blooded.

But why is he cold-blooded?

It seems that he used to be warm-hearted, but I don't know since when the warm-hearted heart turned into cold-blooded.

Wang Xiao only knew that once the warm-hearted heart became cold-blooded, it would never be hot again.

Maybe George doesn't deserve sympathy, maybe he can keep George to keep his breath to track down the last secret, maybe he has to watch George suffer this kind of living crime for the sake of the happiness of the world, but this kind of thing makes people with pity feel guilty after all. Moreover, being cold-blooded is cold-blooded, and it is no longer cold-blooded because the purpose is noble. …,

For a noble purpose, Wang Xiao became super cold-blooded.

It's ridiculous, danshi fact.

When Wang Xiao accepted that this was the truth, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being cold-blooded.

Because it was only a fact, and he couldn't change it, so why bother about it?

When George climbed over the top of the mountain and began to descend the mountain, Wang Xiao followed forward and climbed to the top of the mountain that George had just walked. At this time, it was almost dark, and Wang Xiao stopped at the top of the mountain.

Because Wang Xiao knew that George did not dare to walk at night.

With George's physical condition, he can't run far, and Wang Xiao can catch up even if he chases after him tomorrow.

Unlike George, who lacks food and drink, Wang Xiao eats well, drinks well, and lives a very comfortable life, no matter what he wants to eat, no matter what he wants to drink, as long as his mind moves to redeem it.

Therefore, George is physically weak and can't walk, but Wang Xiao is always alive.

Under such a huge gap, Wang Xiao didn't need to get too close to George.

On the top of the mountain, Wang Xiao exchanged some wine and delicacies and drank and ate a lot.

Wang Xiao proudly enjoyed the wine and food, and at the same time admired George's embarrassment and pity.

George's hard escape was like a cabaret.

Suddenly, George stopped.

He looked around in a hurry, as if he was observing something, as if he was hesitating about something, as if he was deciding something.

Seeing George's abnormality, Wang Xiao paid attention to it and recognized Zhende as an observation.

"Could it be that George smells the smell of food and wine drifting down the mountain?" Wang Xiao guessed in his heart.

But Wang Xiao felt that this possibility was not very good, with George's current physical condition, even if he smelled the aroma of wine and food, it is estimated that George would think that he was hallucinating.

"What the hell is George doing?"

Soon after, Wang Xiao saw that George had taken the kettle in his hand and unscrewed the cap.

"Oh, George wants water!"

But to Wang Xiao's surprise, George did not lift the kettle up, but moved it down.

"What does this mean? You can't just want to spill the water inside, right? He's crazy, isn't he?! ”

I saw George stop in the middle of the kù crotch with one hand, untie the kù belt with the other, and then take out the words with his hand and aim at the spout of the kettle that stayed in the middle of the kù crotch.

"Wow, he's trying to pee!" Wang Xiao suddenly felt a wave of nausea and a burst of sadness.

People can really do anything to survive.

In order to survive, George was going to drink urine.

George withdrew his urine into the kettle and stored it in order to save himself some water and save his life at critical moments.

"What a wretched man!" Wang Xiao shook his head and sighed.

George was so weak that it took him a long time to pee out, one after another, like he was about to run off the water.

Moreover, George's hand was unsteady and trembling constantly, so although his words were small and just right to the spout of the kettle, there was still a lot of urine withdrawn from the outside and dripping on the hand holding the kettle.

After waiting for the last drop of urine to be in the kettle, George hurriedly handed the kettle to his other hand, and lifted the hand drenched with urine up to his mouth, sticking out his tongue and adding it.

It seemed to him that it was not urine or water that was on his hands, but his life...