What do you do when you're in a desperate situation and you lose contact with the outside world?

The battle in Death Valley was fierce, and the enemy drove a large group of bone-eaters to attack us, and the battle was soon over, and our warriors were no longer visible inside and outside the canyon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What's even more dangerous is that a group of black insects are formed by a round ball of insects that are both tangible and tangible, but they can find me in the tangible and non-tangible me. I was trapped in Death Valley, with a very limited range of movement, and the flying "black balls" chased after me, and then dispersed into several "black balls", which grew in size and made a loud and piercing sound of insect wings rubbing together as they fly.

The "enemy" also seemed to have discovered this group of "black balls" and immediately used torches to drive them away, with average effect, and when the torches were removed, these "black balls" attacked again.

The bearded commander hurriedly led his men to flee out of the canyon.

Instead of chasing the "enemy", these "black balls" of insects kept coming towards me, and I was cornered, driven to the exit of the canyon, but unable to leave.

The insects pounced on me like flies when they saw blood, and I felt the pain of thousands of wasps sting me when I landed.

My soul writhed violently, and I struggled to no avail.

Can this insect devour even my soul?

I closed my eyes in despair, the feeling of eating bones that only a very few people can experience.

But a cold wind blew, and I felt that my pain had lessened a little, but my eyelids were still hot, and when I opened my eyes, I found that these insects were flying towards the end of the canyon, and when the day dawned, there were snowflakes.

The ghost was most afraid of the dawn, and I was also afraid of the dawn as a soul, so I hid in the shadows of the canyon, and the skin I exposed had become a blur of flesh and blood, and the back of my hand was even more exposed to the white bones of the forest, which was now frozen on the ice.

If I don't merge with my body right away, I'll probably be disillusioned quickly.

But I'm not sure if this exercise is over? Even if it's over, I still can't merge with my body unless someone takes my body to Death Valley.

The odds were so slim that I experienced utter despair.

The ghost phone still doesn't work, the Desert Eagle pistol runs out of ammo, and I have to wait here to die.

I was very unwilling and fantasized about all kinds of ways to escape from here, but I could only fantasize.

If the ghost phone can still get through, I will immediately ask Zheng Xiumin and even the Ghost Emperor for help, isn't Master Puji able to call the signal of the ghost phone and come to me directly?

As I closed my eyes and waited for my soul to fly away, I heard the sound of chanting from the end of the canyon.

The voice was low and long, much like the sutra recited by an old monk. But I don't understand a word of the text. I followed the prestige, and I saw an old lama wearing a big red robe and a big red monk's hat holding a prayer cylinder, slowly walking towards the exit of the canyon.

With the last of my strength, I moved my soul to the canyon.

The other party was wearing cowhide boots, a real person, and I was just a wisp of remnant soul, and I didn't know if the other party could see me, but this was my last hope.

The lama passed directly over me, and as he passed over me, I felt a pinprick pain and the ice on the back of my hand began to melt.

The other party took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and said in Chinese: "Dust to dust, soil to earth, my Buddha is like a Buddha, compassion is in my heart, and I am willing to cross all ghosts." ”

The other party seemed to sense my presence, and I hurriedly mustered up all my strength and shouted, "Master save me!" ”

As soon as my eyes went black, I fell unconscious.

When I woke up again, I found myself floating in a dark void, and my whole body was still in pain, and I was busy screaming loudly, and I found that my throat was also burning with pain.

There was a little light in front of me, and it was a flame dancing, only the size of a soybean.

The old lama's voice came from the flames, "Who are you, and why did you break into the valley of death?" ”

The other party does not ask who I am, but directly asks me where I am. Then I can only answer that I am a reserve ghost in Wuchang District.

I endured the pain and begged to save me, or let me out of Death Valley.

The voice replied: "This is the Valley of Death, the forbidden area of the soul, even if you are a reserve ghost, you became a reserve ghost at a young age, you must have extraordinary abilities, Lone can give you a chance, if you can get out of the palm print of Guru Padmasambhava, then Lone will let you leave the Valley of Death!" ”

This was my last chance, but I still had concerns, and hurriedly replied, "I am willing to accept your test, but my body is still in the barren mountains and mountains, and I am afraid that it will be devoured by wild beasts." ”

The other party responded: "You don't have to worry, no matter how long it takes you to get out of the palm print, in reality it is only a second of time, somewhere in the palm print of Guru Padmasambhava, you can receive a ghost signal, the lonely Dharma name Rongyun, you can use the ghost phone to contact!" ”

I wanted to ask other questions, but the flame quickly went out, and I was once again plunged into endless darkness.

It was dawn again, and I was in a ravine, but it was completely different from Death Valley, where there was no grass and the weather was so hot that the sun was not visible.

The earthy yellow slopes and red rocks, as well as the gray roads, combined with the blue sky, make up an eerie picture, which is everything I see.

I'm still wearing a warm training uniform, a steel helmet, military and police boots, and a desert eagle with no ammunition in my hand, but I can't even see a bird in the sky.

The wounds on the backs of my hands had scabbed, but the wounds on my face were irritated by sweat and made them more painful. I struggled to the top of the hill and looked around, stunned as I landed.

If I could float into the sky and look down, I would know that the place I am in now is circle after circle, ravines and ravines, like the palm prints of a person.

The ravines are not deep, only more than ten meters in the high places, and less than two meters in the low places, but there are too many of them. This ravine is so dense that you can't see the edge at all, and the ghost knows where you can receive ghost signals?

I hurriedly took out my phone, put on the battery, and pressed the power button.

The phone was originally out of battery, but now it can be turned on again, and the battery is only one bar, which should last for a while.

I walked cautiously down the hillside with my phone, and if it could find a signal, I could call for help. However, there is no signal display on the phone screen.

I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to this time, it's hot, there's no place in my body that doesn't hurt, and if there's a bullet in the Desert Eagle, I'll use it to end my soul, but unfortunately I can't kill myself.

As I walked slowly, I suddenly thought of something, so I took off my leather gloves and examined my palm prints.

I don't know what Guru Padmasambhava's palm prints look like, but I can know how my palm prints are arranged?

If I were to stretch out my palm print now, as long as I knew where I was, it would not be difficult to get out, but I don't know where I am now.

As I walked slowly, I pressed Zheng Xiumin's number on my phone, put my phone to my ear and listened, "I'm sorry, your phone is not in the service area." ”

Perhaps the highest place could receive a signal, and when I thought of this, I had the strength to speed up and rush towards the nearest mountain.