For the next few days, nothing changed.

At first, they couldn't adapt, they were starved to the dark, but after three days, the human body automatically transferred to the body to consume, and gradually became energetic.

Nothing happened, time seemed to stand still.

In martial arts novels, many infatuated men and women will be trapped in a desperate situation, and when they return to the outside world and recall the past, they will often find that the time in the desperate territory is the happiest and peaceful.

However, this was not the case at all, the campfire was pressed to a minimum, and there was only the constant sound of water all around, and the rock walls were a very dark yellow in the light of the fire. The feeling of being in a cave makes people feel anxious all the time.

Wu Xie learned from the little brother to meditate every day to barely survive, otherwise he would have to go crazy.

The fat man's personality can't stay even longer, and he doesn't know how he survived the previous two weeks, but he will come up with a new trick almost every day.

A-Ning was originally going to be unable to stay, but she also knew that it was not a way to go on like this, so she stayed aside to rest to conserve her strength.

Mengli's performance was a little abnormal, she held the other side, and glanced at the wall from time to time, if it weren't for Wu Xie seeing her looking normal, he would have thought she was crazy.

In addition, in the past few days, they have smeared the stone walls little by little with incense ash, hoping to find some other traces.

Indeed, there are many scratches on the ground, and it seems that the previous people often drew something on the ground after resting. They saw a simple chessboard, and there were many words, but none of them had any value, only one of them made Wu Xie feel a little interesting, it was on the ground in front of the cave wall, probably a miner's rest moment, and several of the same names were engraved, called Sister Zhao Cui, probably caused by lovesickness. Looking at this, I couldn't help but think of Agui on the ground, and it was estimated that he was even more broken.

On the third day, Wu Xie couldn't help but doubt his thoughts, thinking, if he stayed so indifferently, would nothing happen in the end? Or has the devil forgotten about them?

The little brother is still the same, holding the black gold ancient knife that Mengli brought into the water in his arms. People barely moved, leaning against the campfire all day, and there was not a trace of anxiety to be seen.

Although he had always been like this before, Wu Xie felt that this time he was a little too calm, and sometimes even had a delusion, he knew what was about to happen.

The calm lasted until midnight on the fifth day, which should have been the middle of the night, when suddenly something changed if the watch was right.

"Wu Xie! Fatso! Wake up! A-Ning anxiously woke the two up.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie subconsciously looked around and found that the little brother and Mengli were standing in front of the rock wall on the side, looking at something.

They walked to the rock wall and looked at it, and were stunned, and the figure appeared again.

Took the miner's lamp, turned it on, and lit up the entire rock wall, and the next moment Wu Xie took a breath of cold air, and all the shadows in the rock wall could now be seen clearly. Under the strong light, the distance between these shadows and the surface of the rock wall felt much closer than before.

"What's going on?!" Wu Xie looked at the rock wall and didn't believe his eyes.

Mengli replied, "They are alive. ”

"Alive?" They find it particularly inexplicable.

"Didn't you notice them moving?" Mengli looked at the little brother.

The little brother nodded and said, "Before, they were buried about three feet in the rock wall, but now they are less than one foot. In five days, they advanced more than two feet towards us, and another day and a half ......" The little brother did not continue, and they all understood.

Mengli looked directly at the shadow, and the action seemed to be looking at the shadow. The other side of the hand is shaking and shaking, as if waiting for an opportunity to move.

If this Milota died, then the little brother wouldn't be injured, right?