After that, there was no more than half a word, and I knew that the man had decided to leave and would never return.

But in the end, did he get his wish and leave here?

I know that by the time I write this, this person has run out of gas, and there is not much hope of being able to get out.

The flashlight shone into the darkness ahead, and it seemed that there was something hidden in the darkness, and that was perhaps the hope that this man longed to see.

With this kind of longing in his heart, maybe he can really go out and continue his unfulfilled wish.

But thinking of this, I looked at Liu Ran again, and sure enough, I saw that she was staring at some content and couldn't take her eyes off it.

I knew what she was thinking, and I knew that the person who wrote it was exactly what I guessed.

He is Liu Qingchun's senior brother, and many things are also related to this person, if this person is still here, what Liu Ran wants to ask most should be the place where Liu Qingchun's bones are.

It's a pity that after so long, he is long gone, and even if he is lucky enough to leave here, I am afraid he will not be alive.

I reassured myself, don't think so much, since he will show us the way, and show us that this is a viable way, that's why he has led us here, hoping that we can escape from here?

But when the good side appears, the corresponding negative situation also follows?

At that time, his mood was already very unstable, and looking at the fainting traces, it was not difficult to see that this person was terminally ill, and making such a judgment would not be just for us to bury him?

The appearance of this thought dispelled the hope that he was looking forward to, and maybe he could not leave, and we should stay here.

At this time, I didn't have the heart to read those inscriptions anymore, and what I thought in my heart was completely different from Liu Ran.

Now that she is unable to protect herself, she can be like her, and she is still thinking about finding Liu Qingchun's bones.

But as soon as I came down, I suddenly stopped, and a light flashed in my mind, and when I hurried to catch it, I pulled my mind back again.

He was in such a hurry to leave, it seemed that he had found something, could it be that here, he had actually found an answer he wanted.

Looking back again, looking at the inscriptions on the stone wall, those vague places, maybe we really missed something?

It wasn't a coincidence that he showed us the way and found this place, maybe he wanted us to find something else here.

I walked out of the crack, sat down on the ground and began to think about what I would have done in such a desperate situation if I were him.

Looking at the corpse of the bat on the ground, I immediately dismissed one of my thoughts and returned to facing the desperate situation.

I have to leave with the clues I found, but if I can't leave, isn't the clues I found here wasted?

In this case, it would be better for me to find a way to guide the others to discover this, and if I can escape, it would be the best, and if I can't escape, I can also let the others find out what I have done, and hope that they can help me fulfill these wishes and leave with what I found.

However, the probability of success is very small, and even if someone comes here, it is unknown whether they will find out what they left behind, and even if they do, whether they will help or leave alive are unknown.

Looking at the records on the stone wall, this man's understanding of this crack is only a short distance.

After the first time he entered, he still seemed sober and didn't go all the way, and came back again, maybe to replenish his energy, maybe to leave those things behind.

I don't know exactly what he thought at the time, but I could feel that he was completely desperate later, and that's why he ignored the slim possibility and pinned all his hopes on those who came after him.

He must not have been as thorough as I thought, nor would he have been as hesitant as I was.

I smiled wryly, if only I could think so simply, but the truth is that I can't do it at all.

That's about the way it was, he didn't know much about the rift, and the time wasn't going to give him a chance to know more, he had to do something desperately.

As for us, whether we can find the most important clues he left for us, and whether we can go out with these clues, it is even more impossible to estimate.

The road ahead is long, I don't know if it's a desperate situation or a life, but it's the only way out, so that person chooses to leave here.

Even if we don't know about it, we don't have a choice.

Looking at this crack, we are about to go down the path that our predecessors have taken. The hope that this path brings is only what the predecessors themselves saw, and as for what the results of his experience are, whether they are the same as ours, we have to find out for ourselves.

Sitting in the stone cave, I thought about all kinds of possibilities in my heart, there were things about that person, Liu Qingchun, and the stories that that person told.

If the content here is the cause, then what is now recorded in the archives is the result.

There has been a change in that Dun Gong, but we don't know, and we may never know, what that person found here.

Maybe it's too late, the mutation in Dun Quan's body has already happened, and no one can change it.

Is it really a coincidence that we came here for different purposes, but found the same places and the same people on different trajectories?

Everything about Dun Cheng and here is too complicated, and I can't figure it out for a while now, so I have to let it go first.

At this time, Dongfang also slowly woke up, and when I saw him wake up, I immediately beckoned Liu Ran to come over.

Under the light, Dongfang's gaze flickered between us, and finally asked, "What happened just now?" ”

We looked at each other, not knowing what to answer, so we asked him what he had heard and seen.

But his answer, like ours, only heard the strange voice in his consciousness,

I guess it's all about the death of those bats, because you kill it, you see something in its memory through the death of the bat, and you are attracted to it.

And what attracted us here was the arrangement of that person, and when the bats died, their memories turned into that red face, which recorded the content of that person.

It was also when he was most desperate, so he had a strong desire to survive, so everything was put together.

With that, we ate something here and replenished our strength before we were ready to officially enter this mountain crevasse.

This crack is very long, probably because the qi luck in the tomb gathers and does not disperse, and after reaching a certain level, it is straightened out of the surrounding mountain, causing the mountain to crack and form the cracks we see now.

There are many such cracks in the stone cave that forms a ring around the tomb, because the shock wave spreads like the surrounding area, but the force released is uneven, so the shape of the crack is different.

I don't know what happened to the other cracks, but as far as we know of them, they appear unevenly at a distance, and we haven't found another crack as obvious as the one we are walking along the way.

On Kun Tiandou, the front of the pointer is almost the entrance when we enter, if this crack is long enough and the earthquake force is strong enough, it can completely tear a way out of the mountain.

In this unknown environment, we can only hope that our luck is good enough, at least in these few cracks, we can be lucky enough to choose a longer one; Enough to cross the mountains ahead.

In the narrow cracks, we looked up and could see the boundless darkness overhead, but the darkness was strange, as if it would fall at any moment, and as if it would disappear at any time.

We walk in this narrow gap, relying on the pillar of light in our hands, and do not move forward.

The road ahead made me feel like I was about to suffocate, because I had the strange illusion that the mountain walls on both sides were merging and trying to squeeze us here.

I know it's just my mental effect, and if the mountains are really merging, it will only take a few seconds to keep us here forever.

I tried to distract myself from this suffocation, but I didn't dare to talk to Dongfang, because that would consume the little oxygen that was here.

The deeper we go into the crevice, the less ventilated there is, and we don't know if there is a ventilated place on the top of our heads, so we have to be careful not to suffocate here.

This quiet atmosphere always makes me look up, longing for the gap to widen and let us go.

But contrary to our wishes, we had already walked for half an hour, and we had not found any similar exits, and we calculated the distance in our hearts, we should have entered the heart of the mountain.

At the same time, I suddenly noticed that the crack in the top of my head was getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

In the darkness, I leaned against the cold, damp stone and shone the flashlight upward, where there was no boundless, and the moment the light came out, it disappeared into the darkness.