A month later, under the cliffs of hell.

Luo Wusheng, who was dying, opened her eyes, she didn't know how long she had been lying here, and she didn't know how many times she had changed back and forth from dawn to dark, and from dark to dawn. She was always conscious and unconscious. The rain always pulled her back when she was dying. Every time it got dark, there would be countless green eyes staring at her, and she didn't know why those green-eyed monsters didn't come and eat her directly, so that she wouldn't be so miserable.

Luo Wusheng climbed to the stone with difficulty and sat up, the bones on his body like a lonely ghost and did not obey the command. The stomach crowed at the right time, as if protesting against the fact that he had not eaten for a month. Luo Wusheng touched her stomach to appease her, but she was startled by her deflated belly that was sunk into her bones, as if someone had hollowed out her stomach. She reached out and touched her arm, the bones bulging high, as if to break through the flesh that was so thin that it couldn't be thinner, and she touched her face again, if it weren't for the skin, she would have thought she was touching the skull.

Luo Wusheng grabbed a handful of grass on the ground with difficulty, and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, the grass had the aroma of earth, and the stench of secretions. It was as if she was enjoying a feast, savoring it slowly and carefully.

When Luo Wusheng was in a daze, he thought about closing his eyes like this, never waking up again, the pain in his body was more painful than cutting off her flesh with a knife. She was like a mouse in the hands of fate, she was smashed to pieces, and when she wanted to die, fate was unwilling and woke her up. She knew that she couldn't die! Since she couldn't die, then she didn't want to be tortured like this, she had to work hard to live. She should no longer be awakened by a rain of fate when she was dying, and slowly gritted her teeth and enjoyed this inhuman torture.

In this way, Luo Wusheng rested for more than a week, and was finally able to barely stand up. The plants that can be eaten around her have been almost eaten by her.

The moon and the stars were frightened and hid somewhere, and the night was dark, dark. Luo Wusheng tightened her tattered and wide clothes, and she had been hypnotizing herself in her heart, and she would do this hypnosis every day in the days she woke up. She knew that those green-eyed monsters had been staring at her, and she was afraid, but she had to be strong.

Luo Wusheng, who was not sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the jackal in front of her three circles and three circles, and looked at her with green and greedy eyes, she wanted to cry, wanted to find her mother, and when the tears slapped on the back of her thin hand, she closed her eyes and waited to be torn.

Luo Wusheng's mind appeared father, mother, grandfather, as well as Ye Qingjue, Fifth Mo, Master, Xiaobu, and Luyin...... She asked herself: Are you really not willing to fight for it any longer, are you really willing to abandon these people? Her answer was, no! She didn't! She didn't live enough!

Luo Wusheng grabbed the vines beside him, wrapped them around his arm a few times, and tried to climb up the tree with the strength that had been slowed down for more than a week. The hungry jackal saw that the food in his mouth was about to run away, how could he stop. They all jumped forward to bite Luo Wusheng, Luo Wusheng's clothes were bitten, and the jackal used all his strength, and it was inevitable for Luo Wusheng.

Luo Wusheng grabbed a few more vines, forcibly pulled his bony body out of his coat, and then desperately climbed up the tree, and the jackal tore the coat from his mouth to pieces. One jackal after another bit the vines, their paws scratching a trail of failure on the trunk, she carefully sat on the top of the tree, watching the wolves below try to count, and finally crying weakly, all lying quietly around the tree and waiting.

Just as Luo Wusheng was about to lean against the tree and go down with the jackal, her back suddenly felt cold, she mechanically turned her head to look behind her, the scene behind her frightened her to fall from the tree, if she hadn't grabbed the vine with her eyes, it was estimated that she would have become a torn coat in the jackal's mouth. Snakes with a very beautiful appearance were spitting scarlet cores towards her, slowly crawling towards her.

Closer! Nearer! Closer and closer to her hand holding the vine! She shook the vine in horror. The vines slowly swung up, and the jackals under the trees also stood up, waiting for her to fall, and the snakes in the trees opened their bloody mouths and attacked her.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark sky, illuminating the entire world, followed by rumbling thunder. The thunder scared off the snakes, scared the jackals, and frightened Luo Wusheng's hand holding the vine and let go, and he was thrown out to do a free fall exercise.

Luo Wusheng's body collided with the ground again, and there was a painful cracking sound all over her body, but she didn't have time, she didn't have time to cry out in pain, in the pouring sound of the heavy rain, the jackal launched a howl of search, and the rustling sound on the ground was a warning for the snakes to move forward. Luo Wusheng struggled to get up from the ground and ran forward, the sound of chasing behind him getting closer and closer.

No, I can't die! I don't want to die! The people who cherished her in her mind were her only hope of survival.

Luo Wusheng looked at the front of the black thorns, listened to the jackal viper that was getting closer and closer behind him, gritted his teeth, and rolled into the black thorn bush. The thorns of the black thorns were like thin needles, one by one into her skin, into her bones. In the last little consciousness left, she endured the pain, and crawled out of the black thorn bush with the last of her strength, the rain soothed her scarred body, and on the other side of the jungle was the unwilling wail of the jackal, and the twist of the poisonous snake's desperation. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she lost consciousness in the laughter.

Another day, under the scorching sun, Luo Wusheng opened her eyes, she couldn't believe that she was still alive. She climbed to the edge of the creek not far away, threw herself into the embrace of the stream, and the water washed away all her pain, and she slowly plucked out the thorns from her body.

People only sigh that the flowing water is ruthless, like time, and it is gone forever. But for Luo Wusheng, who was enjoying the rest of his life in the flowing water at this time, it was so gentle and so intimate.

In the gentle township of flowing water, Luo Wusheng slept for a day and a night. If it weren't for the fact that her pale body began to feel numb and a little painful, Luo Wusheng wanted to sleep like this, sleep all the time, and sleep until time to heal her physical injuries.

In the midst of thousands of reluctances, Luo Wusheng dragged his scattered body and walked down the mountain.

In the bustling crowd, she saw the only hope that she could try to survive, and she cried out in the crowd: "The night is clear... Master..."

Ye Qingjue, Fifth Mo, Shang Wushang, and Ghost-faced Guyu rode through Luo Wusheng's shouts on high-headed horses, and they were reluctant to give her even a stingy look.

It's just getting started.