He was very mad when he was cold at the beginning, and when he smiled like this, I shuddered even more. The laugh was far more terrible than when he was serious.

The man laughed, then turned away.

When his figure disappeared from the edge of the pit, the world fell silent.

This kind of quietness, because I can't see the situation outside, seems to be a little bottomless. If that person had done anything to retaliate against me, I probably wouldn't have been so nervous. He didn't do anything to me, it made me even more panicked.

I listened quietly to the movement outside, and for about ten minutes there was no sound, and it seemed that the man had left here.

I myself was left in the pit.

Didn't this man say he wanted to take revenge on me? What's the matter with leaving me here?

I thought to myself, and began to climb up the edge of the pit.

As a result, I tried it a few times and found that the soil there was smooth, and the pit was very steep, and I was not a gecko, so I couldn't climb up the edge of the pit.

I tried to hold on to the bell again, but it was too big for me to hold on to, and I slid off it after a few attempts.

Finally I wanted to dig a hole out of the wall of the pit, and I had to climb up. But when we came to dig the equipment, the sapper shovel was also carried by the fat man, not on me. In addition, the soil here is not only slippery, but also hard, and this road is not feasible at all.

I tossed for more than an hour, and finally had to give up.

Only then did I know why the cold-faced man in the suit said he wanted to take revenge on me, but he didn't do anything. He calculated that I would not be able to escape from here, did he want me to starve to death down here?

I can only hope for the help of external forces to allow me to escape.

But the only accomplice, Fat Dahai, is still in a coma in the temple of the tanuki mother-in-law, and he can't protect himself, let alone save me.

I sat at the bottom of the pit, thinking about how many days I could last if I didn't eat or drink.

In the end, if this continues, I may not be able to last even three days. It's not just a matter of not eating or drinking, it's very damp down there, and the moisture is constantly coming out of the soil, so there's no wind in there, but you can still feel the moisture blowing on your body.

In this environment, the human body is very devastating. I sat for a while, and then I had to get up and move. From time to time, I could see birds flying by in the sky, and I felt like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well, and I really felt the incomparably precious freedom of freedom.

It soon got dark, and as the sun set, the temperature in the pit plummeted. The dampness also turned into an icy air current, making the cold air in this dirt pit hit.

I hugged my shoulders and cried out incessantly. The heart said, this cold-faced man is too damaged, this is really going to torture me to the point that life is worse than death.

I just let go of a fiery red raccoon, why do you hate me so much as you killed his own father.

The night is getting heavier and the temperature is getting colder.

I hugged my shoulders and kept moving around the pit. I know that if I wait until all the heat in my body is taken away, then

It is estimated that his life is not far away.

The cats haven't shown their heads since they ran away.

I wonder if they are grateful to me, will they go and save Fat Dahai, and then bring Fat Dahai to save me?

I thought so in my heart, and I gave myself a hope. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it.

But this hope has slowly faded over time.

I estimated the time, and it should be close to midnight. If the fat sea could really come, it should have arrived a long time ago. And that cold-faced man must have calculated this, since he wants to kill me, he will definitely do everything possible to prevent others from saving me.

My body is getting colder and colder, and my heart is getting colder.

I sat on the ground, hugged my knees, and buried my head between my legs. The decision is just right, whether I live or die is up to me.

Once a person gives up hope, the spirit will collapse and there will be no willpower.

Soon after I sat down, my mind felt empty. I could still hear the night wind outside rustling the leaves of that tree.

Later, the voice seemed to disappear from my head.

There was a dead silence all around, as if it had cut off everything from the outside world. But soon, I heard the sound of my heartbeat.

It's my own heartbeat, and I hear my own heartbeat.

In addition to the heartbeat, there are other sounds.

Is it the sound of blood flowing in my veins?

No, there's ...... And the buzzing bells......

I tried to open my eyes, and there was an ancient bell in front of me, could it be that the bell was coming from above?

Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, I found that there were countless dark red lines flashing on the surface of the clock.

I was thrilled, and the red streaks were like the veins on the bell, covering all the bells.

What's going on?

I jumped up from the ground and couldn't help but approach the bell, only to realize that those red dark lines, like the lines of blood vessels, were actually those strange runes on the bell.

I took a closer look, and the dark lines were really like blood vessels, and there seemed to be similar blood flow inside, and I could see the trend and ups and downs of those dark lines.

This aroused my great curiosity, these strange runes, I had once recognized, but I did not recognize them at all. Because this kind of rune is completely different from the rune I have learned, both in terms of starting and structure.

When it comes to runes, the order and weight of the lines are crucial. Some runes, you don't just remember their shape.

I can also see that the flow of blood on this ancient bell is a kind of rune writing process.

Although I didn't know the specific function of those runes, I couldn't help but follow the runes on the bell with my hands, slowly sketching them in the air.

With the flow of those runes, the ancient bell kept ringing dullly. But the bell seemed to be only in my consciousness. I didn't feel deafening, but I felt a tremor.

I gradually retracted

Attentively, staring intently at the flow of the runes on the bell, he was also gesturing with his hands.

When you dedicate yourself to something, time tends to pass quickly.

Before I knew it, I had completely practiced all the runes on the bell's body.

The runes on this bell may seem complicated, but they have a pattern.

(End of chapter)

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