She rolled over and sat up with her hands on the ground.

The sound of the water was still flowing back and forth in her ears, and she crawled forward, not touching anything.

Sure enough, she mustered up her courage and climbed a few more steps, but still did not touch the current that was very close to her.

After confirming the conjecture in his heart, Tantai Xia breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

This Sikong Yang is really good at scaring people!

The sound of a stream of water is in the passage, and people who don't know will run forward like just now, maybe they will be tired to death, maybe they will be scared to death.

Sitting on the ground gasping for breath, her legs finally became conscious, and she slowly stood up against the wall.

The passage was still pitch black, and the wall at the beginning was also the usual touch, and there was nothing special about it, indicating that she should still be in the passage.

So why is there no end?

For the sake of caution, she squatted down, spread her legs, and measured the width of the passage.

It's still only enough width for the two of them to barely walk side by side.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief, and she wanted to find out where the torch was, but she was afraid to trigger another trap again.

But could there be anything worse now? It's better to die than to be trapped here.

Having made up her mind, her hand began to grope for the wall, and felt a bulge, which continued to grope along the bump, and was a long wooden stick.

Yes, this is a torch, Yutai Xia breathed a long sigh of relief, she was still in the passage.

The strength of her body was drained in this instant, and she slowly slid down the wall.

The passage was dark, and she couldn't see her fingers, and she was terrified.

Tears flowed all over her face unconsciously, and she missed Lin Xiangchen.

I also miss the days in the Lin family.

She didn't know if Sikong Yang could see her, so she tried to call Sikong Yang.

There was no movement.

She cried even louder.

In the darkness she could not feel the passage of time, she was tired from crying, physically and mentally exhausted, and she wanted to sleep in a groggy state.

But she couldn't just fall asleep.

The temperature of the passage was getting lower and lower, and she rubbed her arms, the thin fabric of the summer day was a little unbearable.

She had to save herself.

At this moment, Taixia understood that no one would always be by her side, and the only thing she could rely on was herself.

Although it seemed safe in the secret room, she thought about it in case Sikong Yang would arrange some living creatures inside.

Standing up against the wall, she felt the torch.

It might have been a good self-defense, and she took off her torch.

But that happened in this moment.

The whole space suddenly lit up, and the moment the torch burned brought warmth.

Such a bright light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and her eyes, who were accustomed to darkness, were a little uncomfortable, and she subconsciously blocked her hand in front of her.

But suddenly there was nothing under his feet.

Her whole body plummeted.

The screams were suppressed in her throat, and her hands struggled in the air in vain, but to no avail.

The stick fell out of her hand and fell before her into the boundless void.

After waiting for a long time, she had become accustomed to the speed of the fall, and had not yet heard the sound of the stick falling to the ground.

The trend of falling did not slow down in the slightest, and she was a little suffocated, and a brief darkness appeared in front of her.

Her mind went blank and she fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, but when he landed in the sky, his speed dropped sharply, and he was finally gently placed on the ground by the wind.

She closed her eyes tightly, her crow-like eyelashes covered the tear-stained bottom of her eyes, and she held herself in both hands, and her red lips were purple from the cold, which made her look even more pitiful.

And the place where she landed was desolate all around, with only a few huge stones and a few wild grasses flying in the wind.

I don't know how long she was unconscious.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a dark sky dotted with countless shining stars, and the moon looming behind the clouds.

The late summer nights were a little cool, and she felt a little cold.

There were no other wounds on her body, and she slowly sat up and looked around.

The surroundings are too desolate, and they are exactly like countless ordinary wilderness.

She clutched her head, which seemed to be about to crack, and carefully recalled what had happened before she fell unconscious.