Chapter 053: The Demon and the Little Dumpling Who Stole Steamed Buns
Time passes.
The strength in Qu Ning's body is also constantly draining.
Suddenly, a cold wind passed, and Qu Ning found that there was a hole in the mountain wall not far away, behind the branches and leaves of the rattan and the branches and leaves of the big tree.
It is extremely dangerous to climb in the past, and if you are unstable, you may fall. If she didn't take this risk and crawl over, her hands holding on to the branches wouldn't last long.
After making a decision, Qu Ning could only take the risk and try, climbing the cliff very carefully, grasping the raised stones and rattan branches on the cliff wall as much as possible, and moving over them little by little.
At a distance of more than ten meters, Qu Ning climbed for nearly half an hour, but he finally succeeded.
As soon as the whole person climbed into the cave, Qu Ning fell weakly, his back was already dripping with cold sweat, and he only felt that it was not too much to use words such as "nine deaths and one life" and "the rest of his life after the catastrophe" to describe himself at this moment.
After a long time, Qu Ning had the strength to sit up and look around the situation in the cave.
The cave is not small, but it is not big, the light is dim, and the stone wall of the cave climbs a green plant like a creeper, and small unknown red fruits grow from the plant.
Qu Ning didn't know if the fruit could be eaten, so he didn't dare to move his mouth easily for the time being.
Two days later.
Qu Ning, who had been cutting the rattan on the cliff with sharp stones and weaving rattan constantly, was so hungry that he had no choice but to pick some unknown fruits from the cave to satisfy his stomach.
If she didn't eat anything, she starved to death before she could weave the rattan.
At night, Qu Ning, who was curled up in the cave and sleeping, woke up from a sore throat, tried to cough, and found that his voice was unusually hoarse, and his forehead was also very hot.
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Two more days passed.
It took so long to finally weave a rattan long enough, Qu Ning, firmly tied one end of the rattan to the trunk of the big tree at the entrance of the cave, supported his body, and couldn't wait to grab the rattan and climb down little by little.
Since she ate the fruit of the cave two days ago, and unexpectedly found that her voice began to be hoarse and feverish, in order not to starve to death, she reluctantly ate a few more, but now not only has the fever not gone away, her body is getting weaker and weaker, and even her voice has completely changed.
In any case, she had to get out of the cave as soon as possible.
When I finally climbed to the bottom, the rattan that I thought was long enough was still more than ten meters away from the ground.
Qu Ning took a deep breath, let go of the rattan, and slowly descended the cliff with both hands and feet.
The rain, unconsciously began to fall, and it became heavier and heavier. It's already summer weather, and storms are always coming.
When her feet finally landed, Qu Ning braved the heavy rain to look up, and had to admire that she was really fatal, and she had to find a way to find the person who knocked her off the cliff when she had the opportunity in the future.
After retracting his gaze, Qu Ning didn't linger any longer, looked at the environment at the bottom of the cliff, and found that there was a banana tree not far away, so he hurriedly ran over and folded a big banana leaf and put it on top of his head as an umbrella, and then left here quickly, sneezing coldly as he walked.
At the same time, in a large canyon not very far from Quning, a large group of black-clothed and masked people, some holding sharp swords, some carrying bows and arrows on their backs, were all strictly guarding a cage made of pure iron, even if it was raining so heavily, they still did not leave an inch.
The cage is boxy and covered with a black veil.
Not long after, one of the men in black lifted the black veil and brought dinner to the demon and the little black dumpling in the cage - a plate of steamed buns.