Ling Feng slowly crawled out of the groove.

"Isn't that the hole just where the eyeballs are? I really can't do anything with that tricky eye anywhere..."

After that, Ling Feng returned to everyone with some reluctance.

"What's wrong, Team Ling?"

Everyone looked at him puzzled when they saw Ling Feng throwing down the grilled fish and running away in a hurry.

Ling Feng picked up the skewer of grilled fish that he had thrown away and sat down on the side.

"I've found a way through the waterhole, through the hole..."

With that, he tore a bite of the grilled fish and ate it with relish.

"What a good thing! So why don't you look so happy? ”

Ling Feng was silent for a moment.

"There is a way, but I don't know the Year of the Monkey..."

So, while Ling Feng was eating grilled fish, he told them what he had discovered.

"Isn't that?"

"Yes, Team Ling, the flood season is only once a year, and I don't know if this year's flood season has passed..."

"If it's already over, then we'll have to wait another year..."

"Okay, don't complain, if you come, you can be safe!"

Ling Feng waved his hand, signaling that everyone didn't have to think about it anymore.

Then sit on the shore and watch the black holes that appear regularly in the waterhole.

It's just that now instead of a black hole, it's become two.

After a long time, the positions of the two black holes will change.

Ling Feng smiled inexplicably.

"These two black holes can't be caused by the monster's breath, right?"

The more he looked at it, the more it looked...

Suddenly another roar was heard, and then the pool rolled again.

There were quite a few big fish that were thrown ashore.

Ling Feng hurriedly got up to catch the fish.

"Brothers, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and collect the fish!"

Seeing this, Yang Fan and the others hurriedly ran over excitedly.

"We have to be ready to fight a protracted war, this fish is our food and grass!"

Qin Ming thought even more thoughtfully, and not far from the waterhole, he used a folding shovel to trim a two-meter-square puddle.

There are already a few fish in it.

Yang Fan put the fish he caught.

"At least not to starve..."

Qin Ming looked at the dozens of big fish swimming in the puddle, and his heart was much more steady.

"If you really eat the fish of the previous year..., hehe, I can't imagine it!"

Ling Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Fortunately, there is enough rotten wood washed down from the top of the cliff, otherwise you would have to drink blood..."

"And, judging by the dryness of this rotting wood, it must have been a long time since the last wet season!"

Qin Ming smiled and nodded.

"yes, it's not the worst..."

"By the way, Team Ling, I found this thing when I was repairing the puddle just now."

Qin Ming took out a rusty button from his pocket and handed it to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng glanced at it casually, and suddenly, there was a loud bang in his mind.

"Dad.."

The moment he saw this button, Ling Feng's long-suppressed emotions finally couldn't help but burst out.

He slowly took the button, tears welling up like a spring.

Qin Ming looked at Ling Feng's emotional state that was almost collapsed, and walked away silently.

The others saw this, although they didn't know why, but their hearts were touched as well.

After a long time, Ling Feng's emotions slowly calmed down.

He looked down at the button, which was engraved with the word "Feng", which was still recognizable despite being so corroded.

Ten years ago, on Father's Day, Ling Feng gave his father a custom-made white shirt with his name engraved on the buttons.

On that day, the father was very happy, and the father and son, who had not drunk a drop of alcohol, actually drank a lot of wine.

Ling Feng was particularly impressed by that Father's Day.

Later, my father left silently, wearing that shirt...

"It seems that my father did come here, and he must have left through that groove during the flood ten years ago!"

Ling Feng looked up at the waterhole and muttered.

"Team Ling, are you alright?"

Seeing that Ling Feng hadn't moved for a long time, everyone was a little worried.

Ling Feng nodded slightly, obviously his mood had stabilized, but his eyes were still red.

"It's okay, this button was dropped by my father, so, I remembered some of the past."

"By the way, Elder Qin, did you dig out that puddle, or did it exist in the first place?"

"It already exists, I've just doubled in size, after all, there are so many of us."

"I guess it was my father's legacy!"

With that, Ling Feng approached the puddle and sat down next to it.

Since entering the pit, he has finally found a clue about his father.

Although there were still many questions, Ling Feng's heart was much more steady.

At least, my father wasn't led into the tunnel to donate blood.

It shows that my father came here alive.

"Team Ling, there seem to be some numbers here!"

Suddenly, Liang Wenhao, who was not far away, exclaimed.

To prevent the fish from jumping out, he was moving stones to build the edge of the puddle.

"Where?"

Ling Feng took an arrow step and rushed over.

"Here!"

Liang Wenhao pointed to the bottom of the stone, and sure enough, many numbers were inscribed.

The numbers are not deeply engraved, and many have been eroded by weathering.

"It's my father's handwriting, and the numbers record the date."

Ling Feng looked down and stroked the numbers, he couldn't be more familiar with his father's handwriting.

"This date is supposed to be the day I entered the pit with your father, May 2010, I don't remember the exact date."

Zhang Qingsheng pointed to the first date, which was worn out so that only the years and months remained.

The following dates are all after entering the pit.

Ling Feng counted carefully, counting from the day he entered the pit, his father had stayed here for 86 days.

"86 days, if you count it this way, this year's wet season should not have passed, and it must be soon..."

"That's good news!"

"yes, if you stay here for a year and a half, you'll have to go crazy if you don't starve..."

At this time, everyone was obviously much more relaxed.

Qin Ming shook his head and disagreed.

"Don't forget, it was the wet season ten years ago, and now that global warming is happening, the wet season is advancing every year, so don't be too happy, we still have to be ready to fight a protracted war!"

"Old Qin, you poured this basin of cold water and poured us all over our bodies!"

Luo Hao complained.

Others are somewhat emotional, too.

Ling Feng waved his hand.

"Elder Qin is right, we originally came here a month later than my father came here ten years ago, so everyone is prepared for the worst..."

"Then I'd better continue to move bricks!"

Liang Wenhao got up and continued to move stones to build puddles.

"I'll go gather firewood!"

"I'll go and wait for the fish!"

"I'll go too!"

…

Yang Fan and the others muttered and scattered.

Only Ling Feng and Qin Ming were left on the scene.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then shook their heads with a wry smile.

"Old Qin, I'm sleepy, I'll clean up and see how I sleep..."

As he spoke, Ling Feng turned around and was about to leave.

"Huh? Wait a minute, there seems to be one more line here..."

Qin Ming inadvertently moved a stone, and immediately called out to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng immediately stopped, turned around and looked down.

There is indeed a line of writing, and the handwriting is a little sloppy, giving the impression that it is written with the eyes closed.

Coupled with weathering and erosion, most of them are already difficult to identify.

However, Qin Ming still recognized the last few words:

… Don't open your eyes when you sleep

…

Tricky Eyes