Panting heavily, he sat at the entrance of the cave for a long time, Jing Chong only eased his strength slightly, and the soreness and numbness of his whole body filled wildly again, he felt his head buzzing, and he fainted when he couldn't lift it anymore.

But after all, he is a young man, and his blood is strong, even if he didn't eat water and rice for a day and was scarred, he still survived under a strong will.

He knew that he was a little safer now, but if he couldn't find anything to eat and drink, his situation would still be quite dangerous, and in this kind of high-hanging cave, even if he was hungry, he could starve to death.

Thinking of this, he still stood up stubbornly, and as soon as he turned around, he faced the dark cave behind him.

The musty breath is getting stronger and stronger at this time, but at this juncture, even his life is between the two, where can Jing Chong care about what to pay attention to?

There was not a trace of light in the inky black cave, and his huge body blocked the entrance of the cave, so he couldn't see anything, especially when a pair of eyes suddenly turned from dazzling day to pitch black, and he fell into deafness in a short time.

His eyes widened, and it wasn't until a long time later that he gradually got used to such a dim light, and slowly squatted down for a few minutes, and then he looked towards the cave with the help of the faint light.

It was a seemingly natural cave, the cave was large, the size of three houses, but it was a little crowded at the entrance of the cave.

The stone walls in the cave are covered with moss, and the musty breath just now came from these little breathable moss, raising his steps and stepping forward, Jing Chong can clearly feel the feeling of softness under his feet, and subconsciously looked down, he was surprised to find that the feet were covered with weeds.

It was more like weeds, but rather layers of dead grass that had been piled up, and there were still a few bruises on the top of the dead grass, which had obviously been spilled on the ground recently.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but squat down curiously, even if it was dry grass, no one would mean it at this moment, and it wouldn't be so thick.

Gently digging down with his hand for a moment, Jing Chong was surprised to find that the thick grass pile under his feet was nearly three feet thick, if this is really a natural cave, under such sealed conditions, a layer of moss and dead leaves sprinkled in a year, these three feet are enough for thousands of layers.

Thousands of layers of moss, so isn't this naturally formed cave nearly 10,000 years old?

After a lot of cranky thoughts, Jing Chong couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, he was a dying person, he had no intention of falling here, and it was difficult to save his life, where could he still have such a mind to consider these useless things?

While thinking, he looked around, but soon, he was disappointed. It is no wonder that in this isolated cave, it is difficult for even a mouse to enter it, where can there be anything to eat? Even if some plant seeds are blown in by the wind between the mountains and forests, it is difficult to grow smoothly in such an area that lacks sunlight.

Alas, if life is like this, it cannot be saved, but it is better to die happily.

Thinking about everywhere, Jing Chong was no longer busy, he raised his steps and slowly walked towards the interior of the cave, he wanted to find a dry and comfortable place, lie down, and then sleep comfortably, and finally resign himself to fate, waiting for death.

Stepping on the thick moss and shallow feet, he finally came to the depths of the cave, and he couldn't see his fingers in the dark cave, but at this time he didn't have a trace of fear, the hole far away from here, there was no damp feeling, he simply squatted there.

The thick weeds are really comfortable, even the hard bed at home is not as good as here, "The hole is a quilt, the ground is a coat, let me sleep here!"

Anyway, lying there, he really regarded this place as his final destination, a pair of eyes stared straight at the stone wall above, although he couldn't see anything now, but he was still addicted to it, after all, his mind was chaotic now, even if he closed his eyes, he could see a lot of miserable pictures.

He tried his best to make his thoughts blank, try not to think about those troublesome things, and was full of one thought, that is, to die quickly, and to see his parents after he died.

However, the more he didn't want to, the more he wanted to play a movie-like replay in his mind, one tragic picture after another, two corpses full of blood, hideous faces, and a ball of evil laughter.

"Kill him, kill him! Kill him and we'll be on the job!"

The familiar voice in his ears constantly filled Jing Chong's brain, especially the clear words, which made him sit up in an instant.

"What are they going to pay? Could it be that this is a premeditated murder?"

Although Jing Chong was young, he was not stupid, and when he calmed down, he quickly analyzed a trace of clues from the words of those people.

But when he thought of his father and mother, who were honest and honest, he really couldn't think of anyone who would have a holiday with their ordinary croppers.

Their old Jing family is an outsider in the village, but this can at least be traced back to when his father Jing He was young, his mother is an authentic local, it is said that his father fled here alone, the family is very poor, but it is also an authentic person, and it is because of this that his mother married him.

The two of them cultivated the wasteland, and although they were not rich, they also lived a peaceful and happy life.

My father's strength is very great, one person can be as strong as five people, especially when I was young, I often ploughed the land with my father, and drove the calves to play, but my father ploughed the fields with a plow alone, but even so, he could still finish the crops early, and at that time, my father was completely the hero in his heart.

But even so, he still couldn't figure out when his father had offended whom, and why did he just kill a farmer with a lot of strength?

Thinking about it, the corners of Jing Chong's eyes moistened again, but because he cried too many times, now he only had a hoarse whimper.

However, the more he couldn't cry, the more crazy he became, he hated that he didn't, he couldn't help his parents, and even the most basic crying couldn't get his wish, he waved his hand and fanned his face desperately, but with his current strength, what kind of damage did it cause at all, and some were just the loud sound of "crackling" constantly echoing in the cave.

Jing Chong became more and more energetic, and a person twitched back and forth among the weeds leaning against the wall, and the back and forth pacing had already made a mess around, and even the three-foot-thick grass layer was tossed to the bottom.

The cold stone wall touched his back, and the biting chill calmed him down a little, and he once again lay weakly in the "grass pit" more than one person long, Mu Ne's eyes looked at the sky, and one hand naturally fell down.

"Smack!"

The free-falling palm landed on the hard stone ground where weeds remained, but the pain in his belief did not come, he only felt that the palm of his hand was soft as if he had touched something like an animal skin.

Could it be that there are really animals buried here who share the same disease as themselves? After death, only animal skins are left, and after death, I am afraid that after death, only a pile of white bones will remain.

Jing Chong laughed at himself, but subconsciously took the thick animal skin in his hand, and simply shook it in front of his eyes, and immediately shocked a pair of eyes......