The chains around me began to shake violently, and I felt it coming towards me, an innate fear that made me avoid it and walk as far as I could along the rock wall.

But the place I was in was very narrow, my feet moved around, but I didn't seem to go far, and the rock wall was so steep that I had to grasp the nearby bulges with my hands to climb up.

When I had climbed to a certain height, I dared to look back and see it standing below me, staring at me with two hollow eyes.

Looked at it like this, I immediately turned around, and continued to climb up, but it didn't take long for my right hand to feel some liquid on the stone wall, the touch was very sticky, I immediately let go of my hand,

When I turned on the flashlight and shone it on my hand, I only saw some green liquid like thin mud, and I grabbed it just now, and there was a lot of it on my fingers.

Frowning, I immediately moved my hand over and rubbed it a few times before crawling forward again.

Maybe I was used to this kind of difficult climbing, but now I am gradually getting used to climbing like this, as long as there are no accidents, I can still persevere.

But I climbed too high, and I tried several times, but I still didn't have the courage to look down and see if the "person" had followed.

This kind of difficult climb requires a lot of physical strength and a certain amount of skill, and as I gradually got used to it, I also understood that this kind of climbing needs to be carried out with my breathing rate and pause frequency habits.

Only by using arm strength and waist strength evenly can you avoid making mistakes halfway.

This process is easy to say, but only those who have experienced it, especially in this kind of fatal situation where the slightest neglect can be fatal, can fully understand how important this skill is.

I've tried a lot of things, rejecting mental distractions, maintaining physical exertion, and balancing this cycle in case of any other situation that may arise ahead.

When I found a stable place again to rest for a while, I found that I had climbed to the middle and lower part of the rock wall, and the rock wall above my head was to a large extent outward, and in some places it was so large that if there were not enough support points, no one could cross it.

But there is also a good reward for the difficult journey, because as long as I can climb that distance, I can see the exit and the road below will be much easier than it is now.

With the flashlight in my mouth, I shook it from side to side a few times, trying to find a shortcut to get around that place, but after taking a long look, I only found a relatively easy place to climb.

There are a lot of power points there, and the slope is very small, so there is less chance of falling down.

After much deliberation, I finally regretted it, I had known that I would crawl past here, and I should have carefully studied the terrain around me below, and I would not have to walk one step at a time like now.

At the moment, my upward field of view is still very small, so I don't know if there are any accidents on the spot that I have identified.

Maybe...... I thought, and look farther away, I can go around farther and crawl straight past another place I've seen earlier.

I don't know if it's because I'm resting now, and my body feels tired, or if it's because of the distance generated by my subjective thoughts, which makes me feel so far away, it's like crawling around the rock wall.

I'd rather take a risk, at least not so much as it seems hopeless for now.

Actually, right now, my biggest source of motivation is hope, and if I can get out as soon as possible, even if I work harder now, it's okay.

After making up my mind, I began to climb up again, but before I knew it, the scene in front of me seemed to be covered with a vague layer of mist, and those angular stones seemed to have become sponges, soft and comfortable, and there was a layer of heat around them, just lying on them could have a good dream.

What is that? Beneath this hazy mist, it was a crystal clear mirror that illuminated my silhouette.

I saw myself on those stones, and there was no vivid look on that tired face, as if it were also a stone, a stone without edges.

I shook my head to refresh myself, and I knew that I couldn't be confused now, otherwise I would fall into a place of no return.

I said to myself over and over again, calm down, and then I closed my eyes again, paused for a few seconds, and then opened them again.

The stones had finally returned to their original shape, but I myself seemed to be affected by what I had just seen, and the water in my intuitive body was rapidly losing from the long climb.

My lips were dry as if it hadn't rained, and that longing made it difficult for me to walk, and I looked up from time to time, always hoping to see a suitable place to rest for a while.

My body was already overloaded, I desperately needed to rest, and I knew that there was still some water in my backpack, and if I could rest, I would be able to drink water, and the thought of this word made me feel like another layer of fog appeared in front of my eyes.

The crystal clear stone turned into beautiful ice crystals at this time, and a refreshing cool breath came from the opposite side.

This illusion comes from my most immediate longing for the predicament of the present, but I have to overcome it because it may consume me.

Step by step, those hallucinations were half hidden, and the sweat on his body flowed through his clothes.

I don't know when it started, my arm twitched uncontrollably, maybe I didn't notice it, maybe it was just now, I don't know, but this gradual feeling of exhaustion made me have to stop.

Just a moment, I need to rest, even if it's just for a few seconds.

No, it can't be like this, maybe I will fall asleep when I rest, and the relaxation of my mind and body will make it impossible for me to wake myself up and continue to flee from here.

Hope, hope is on the other side, hold on a little longer, and you can see it.

To hell with it! The cliffs were still getting higher and higher, and there was any hope there, this was a desperate situation, worse than before.

Like a taut rope, two diametrically opposed voices were arguing in my head, stretching my tense nerves to the fullest ends.

I can't be quiet, and I don't want to listen to the arrangements of any of them, maybe I only have instinct left, and even the consciousness to judge the nearby terrain is just following instinct.

Maybe I will fall from here in the next second because of exhaustion and misjudgment, or I can't step on the support point at a certain step and give up the path I am holding on to.

Time seemed to slow down, and I didn't feel scared, even when I thought about the possible outcome for me.

But I'm not afraid of all this, and that's because I've lost my judgment of the situation, and I ...... It's just climbing up.

Things around me are also slowing down, and the cliffs I see in my eyes are quiet, but when I move my gaze, it seems to be a very low-pixel camera, and the scenery is changing and cannot keep up with the speed of my viewing.

My eyelids began to throb, the sweat on my forehead flowed into my eyes, I subconsciously closed my eyes, but my hands groped upwards again.

Finally, no, I saw it, and there was a colored light in front of my eyes, which was projected on me by the eyes, as if only the consciousness could see it, but it could not be formed with something substantial.

They are a kind of alertness that is fed back to the optic nerve by consciousness, and I tried to understand the form, but I found that they were also changing with each other, overlapping layer by layer, and gradually separating.

And just behind these halos, I tried to discern it, and finally saw a rare and good place deep in the cliff.

When I reached out to that place, the colored halo in front of me appeared through my arm and through the real scene.

I grabbed a hard stone wall, and felt my heart tremble, slowly recovering, close to the solid body along with the touch on my arm.

The body climbed up little by little under the support of these stones, and then the whole person was powerless to climb here, sticking to the cold stones, feeling the sharp edges and corners.

The depth of the place was small, and the height was only about a meter, like the nest of a mountain bird, so I had to curl up to keep myself anchored.

I pulled a shoulder strap from my backpack, tied it to a nearby rock, and tried to shake my body to not fall off before I finally put my mind at ease.

At this point, I was swallowed up by a feeling of exhaustion from all directions, but I had just closed my eyes for a minute before I opened them again, because there was a deep voice in my place that reminded me.

I propped myself up and sat up again, but I looked around a few times and found nothing, and then I looked down, but I hesitated.

I'm not sure if I'm afraid of heights, but in this situation, I feel top-heavy, and if I'm not careful, I'll be in trouble.

Climbing all the way, I seemed to have a big stone on my body, but it was not something that could be recovered in this time, so I finally chose to give up.

Now, although I am nervous, I am not too scared, because I don't have time to feel that.

Lying here, my whole body is like a piece of air-dried wood, sluggish and just want to have a good rest, preferably a good sleep.

But the only reason, like an ant pushing a pebble, stopped me from going on like this, because danger was all around me.

At this time, although I closed my eyes, I couldn't sleep, but my sleepy body was not something I could control.

Reason struggled in this self, making my sleep intermittent, as if I involuntarily closed my eyes for a few minutes, and then I was awakened by myself, but when I woke up, I also felt that my consciousness was still asleep, and then closed my eyelids again.

After repeating this a few times, I finally couldn't continue, and since I couldn't rest properly, I cheered up.

With that, I struggled to control my arm, and while trying to be as calm as possible, I unzipped and pulled out the kettle.

Water, when the word popped out of my mind, I couldn't help but lick my dry lips, as if a clear spring appeared in front of me, and I longed to jump into it and drink him.

When this thought came to my mind, my body trembled slightly, and my body came into contact with the cool spring water that I imagined.

Influenced by these fantasies, I immediately opened the kettle, but when I was about to take a big gulp, I felt as if some grains of sand were floating into my nose.

With such a dull sense of nerves, I felt an itch in my nose, and I immediately closed the kettle and sneezed several times in a row before I felt better.

After that, I dug with my fingers again, but I dug out a blood-red mass from my nose, and it was still slowly squirming.

I felt a chill in my heart, so I immediately wiped them on the stone wall, and wiped them on my nose a few times with my backpack, and saw that there was no such thing anymore, so I finally put my mind at ease.