In front of them was a dense forest, and the stream had long since diverted, and there was no way for the extremely tired and sleepy people to go any further. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a glimmer of light in the sky, but the light of hope for the three people in the woods was getting dimer and fame.

Bian Benyi leaned against the damp tree trunk, wrapped the woman in his arms tightly with his suit jacket, and hugged his wife Yuan Muhibiscus, who was limp and dazed with the other hand, with powerless confusion in his eyes.

Will they really be able to get out there? ’

Now there are not many things that can be thought of in Bian Benyi's chaotic head, and sleepiness and tiredness are devouring his only consciousness step by step.

How he hoped that Luo Yifan or Jiang Xinglong would be good, at least one of them could give him ideas.

The affection between Mr. and Mrs. Bian is no less than that of any young couple, and even stronger in the years of accumulation.

So he thought, 'At least my wife can go out.......'

Desperately insisting on not falling asleep, he had to be responsible for the two women in his arms, Bian Benyi barely straightened up a little, and glanced at the injury on Xiao Yun's thigh.

Although it was treated simply in the early stage, it was also bandaged with gauze that I don't know where it came from. (The person who helped Yun bandage and treat her wounds here is Mina Ho, see Chapter 41: White Act 3, Second Half)

The white gauze had turned grayish-brown, and it was inevitably splattered with mud, and the pants and clothes were soaked.

Bian Benyi was very worried that if Xiao Yun's wound became infected, that leg would not be saved.

However, now that there is no dry and clean fabric at hand to change for her, there is really nothing she can do.

Bian Ben fell back to the trunk of the tree, his head rubbed against the bark in pain, which also recalled a little of his consciousness.

'What now?' Bian Benyi thought to himself.

The wife next to him seems to have fallen asleep, and no matter how Bian Benyi shakes, he has no intention of waking up.

It would be nice if Jiang Xinglong hadn't been able to save people, but now no matter what he thinks, things are developing in the worst direction.

I don't know how long it took, but after a long time, the three of them didn't have the strength to move again, and another man appeared at the edge of the forest.

The man couldn't see his face clearly, his hair was covered in blood, and his face was covered in blood.

The right half of his body was scarred by friction or bumps, especially at the clavicle of his right shoulder, and a wound of flesh could be seen extending below his chest, staining his short-sleeved T-shirt and his trousers red with blood.

Never before was he so brave, the man was so badly injured that the right side of his body could barely move.

He could have avoided such damage, but in order to be able to do what he wanted, he was determined to risk his life.

The pain in the broken rib was unbearable, but the man still tried to find it in the woods, dragging his feet, moving little by little, and carefully observing the footprints on the ground.

Because it had rained all night, the soil on the ground was very soft and it was easy to spot footprints.

After looking for a while, the man found two pairs of staggered footprints, although they were very messy, but there was no mistake, they were the footprints of a man and a woman.

For a moment, the man's heart went to his throat, 'Are they ......'

But if you look closely, there is still a faint trace of something on the ground, as if a person's toe has scratched the ground.

This time the man was relieved, it seemed that all three of them were there. A smile crossed his bloody face, and he looked terrifying.

Holding the trunk of the tree with his intact left hand, the man continued to follow the footprints in the woods, hoping to find the man he was looking for.

The bare foot of his right leg and the bones of his upper arm on his right hand, as well as the ribs on his right side, were all injured to varying degrees, and the pain made the man sweat in a cold sweat with blood dripping.

Thinking of the fight just now, the man had palpitations, the other person was injured before him, and the injury was not light, the man thought he could deal with it.

However, the difference in the physiques of the two people still made him fall behind, and he was pressed to the sharp stone.

The bare foot was sprained during the struggle, and the upper arm of the right hand was ruthlessly stoned by his opponent, as if it had been scrapped.

The knife wound in the shoulder and the ribs were injured by an overexcited opponent when he did that, and the man had no ability to resist at that time, so he could only wreak havoc on him.

There was no injury to the head, and the man remembered his ugliness in the middle of the night, and despair filled his chest.

But he can't die, he still has unfinished business to do, at least to find those three people.

The blood on his hair and face made him unable to open his eyes, and with every blink of his eyelids, his eyelashes seemed to stick together and be inseparable.

So much blood was not the man's own, but the chest of the man who hurt him.

The man, the man gritted his teeth and thought, "This time it's hell!" He finally got his revenge. ”

Not daring to delay, the man continued to look for the three people who had escaped, until the sun lit up the sky, and he vaguely saw three men and women close together in the distance ahead.