Wu Zhijun carried the female corpse in his hand, flew under the vent and threw the female corpse hard, and the female corpse folded up, just blocking the vent. The mine was plunged into darkness again.

Looking back, Wu Zhijun was taken aback, Ren Qiuling was gone. Wu Zhijun grinned, stretched out his tongue and licked his nose, spreading his wings and silently searching along the small railroad tracks.

His eyes are more sensitive than normal people, and his nose is also more sensitive than normal people, and he can smell that Ren Qiuling has not left the mine, and the branches of the mine are in one of the holes.

The people who open the mines will dig caves along the mines. Nearby, there happened to be another vein, so there was also a branch cave there, which was not as big as the main one, but it was enough to drive a jeep into it.

Ren Qiuling held the gun in her right hand, stretched forward with her left hand to explore the way, and cautiously groped her way forward. Her head was facing a piece of granite jutting out of the top of the cave, but she had no idea, and she stepped over and hit her head on the granite.

This hit hard enough, Ren Qiuling squatted on the ground and covered her forehead, and blood flowed out between her fingers.

Wu Zhijun saw it clearly, he smiled proudly, and flew into the branch cave - the height of the cave was not high enough for him to fly, he quickly landed behind Ren Qiuling, and then he turned to Ren Qiuling's face, stretched out a pair of paws and shook it twice in front of Ren Qiuling's face.

Ren Qiuling let go of her left hand covering her forehead, turned her head nervously and glanced back, of course, she couldn't see anything in such a light.

She stood up, and now she was face to face with Wu Zhijun.

Wu Zhijun held his breath with a smile on his face.

Ren Qiuling held the gun in her right hand, and with her left hand, she took out the flashlight pinned to her waist that was no longer lit.

Wu Zhijun was a little frightened and distanced himself from Ren Qiuling, not daring to get close to Ren Qiuling. He instinctively sensed that something was wrong. But what was wrong, he couldn't figure out.

Ren Qiuling held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, slowly groping her way forward. Now she really looks like a visually impaired person, the flashlight is gently tapping, and her toes are slowly tentative, moving step by step.

Seeing Ren Qiuling's performance, Wu Zhijun's music blossomed, and he was very sure that Ren Qiuling didn't find that he was not far in front of her. Wu Zhijun bowed to Ren Qiuling like a British butler and made a "please" gesture. Then he stuck out his tongue at Ren Qiuling and grimaced.

Ren Qiuling, who turned a blind eye, walked towards Wu Zhijun step by step, she bent over, leaned forward with her upper body, and scribbled with a flashlight, as long as she touched something, she would stop and test again. Although her movements were not pretty, even very awkward, in this dark mine, this action effectively prevented her from hitting anything.

But in front of her, there was a supporting log—also known as a top log—a log in the mine that stood against the roof of the cave to prevent it from collapsing. Ren Qiuling stepped on it and hit her little toe, only to squat on the ground and cry with her feet in pain.

Wu Zhijun held his mouth to avoid laughing out loud. "It's game over!" He looked at Ren Qiuling and said in his heart: "I thought the game would be more fun, but you are too weak." He originally wanted to rush over from the front and knock down Ren Qiuling with one claw, but when Ren Qiuling was crying, her gun was pointed diagonally in front of her knee, and it was dangerous to attack head-on.

Wu Zhijun made a big circle and circled behind Ren Qiuling, and he slowly stretched out his right claw. His nails are even sharper than steel knives, and he can crush rocks with a single claw. His wide open right hand slowly approached Ren Qiuling's neck, and he believed that in just a second, he could clench his claws and hold Ren Qiuling's tender neck in his hand. The sharp claws can pierce Ren Qiuling's throat in the first place, she will lose the ability to resist because of the pain, and then, as the blood chokes into her lungs, she will die of suffocation, a process that may last a few minutes. In those few minutes, Ren Qiuling would struggle desperately, but all struggles were to no avail.

Because of his excitement, Wu Zhijun's middle finger twitched, touching one of Ren Qiuling's long hair. Ren Qiuling turned around suddenly, and the flashlight was lit with a "click", although the light from the flashlight was not so strong, but it also illuminated Wu Zhijun's shocked face.

In order to shoot at the first time, Ren Qiuling would naturally rotate to the right, just avoiding Wu Zhijun's sharp claws.

"Bang!" The gun almost rang out against Wu Zhijun's face, and the silver bullet hit Wu Zhijun's forehead, and half of his head shattered like a watermelon, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Under the huge impact, Wu Zhijun's upper body fell backwards violently.

Ren Qiuling shone a flashlight on Wu Zhijun and pointed a gun at him condescendingly.

"You said that...... No...... Gun....... Wu Zhijun, who has half of his head missing, can still speak intermittently, and it seems that his vitality is very strong.

Ren Qiuling smiled, "Do I need to be trustworthy to deal with scum like you?" "Bang!" She fired another shot.

"Are you wondering: why does my flashlight turn on? Let me explain briefly: there is really not much electricity left in the flashlight, in order to lure you out, I deliberately used my fingernails to flick the flashlight shell, and the sound made is similar to the sound of turning on the flashlight, so that you mistakenly think that the flashlight is really out of power. ”

"Bang!"

"Also, you really stink! You probably haven't showered in years, right? From the first time you came behind me, I knew you were coming. Not sure that I would be able to hit you in the head with a single shot, I resisted my nausea and pretended not to notice it, in order to lure the snake out of the hole. ”

"Bang!"

"Why aren't you dead yet? The first shot I might have been self-defense, the second I might have been scared, and from the third shot onwards, I had to write a report explaining why I had fired so many shots. But in order to kill you scumbag, I'm willing to write a few more materials! ”

"Bang bang bang ......" Ren Qiuling finished all the bullets in the magazine in one go, then she withdrew from the magazine, took out the last bullet from her personal pocket, loaded it into the magazine, and aimed at Wu Zhijun again.

Wu Zhijun was paralyzed on the mud like a dead snake, but his snake tail was still twisting and wriggling in pain.

Ren Qiuling wasn't sure if she wanted to give him another shot, and the light of the flashlight was getting weaker and weaker. She turned off her flashlight and groped her way out of the hole.

The silver bullet could blow off half of Wu Zhijun's head, and the brass bullet could pierce a hole in his body at most. If Wu Zhijun can't be killed in this way, Ren Qiuling can only choose to commit suicide. That last bullet, she was going to keep for herself.

When Section Chief Xiao rushed to Crouching Tiger Mountain with people, the Nine Sons and Ghost Mothers had disappeared, and the idiot was still sitting on the roof of the car, reciting the Great Compassion Mantra.

After learning what had happened to Hui Idiot, Section Chief Xiao anxiously called for support. After it was completely dark, the excavator drove up Wohu Mountain, and it took about ten minutes to finally dig the No. 1 mine.

Section Chief Xiao was afraid that Ren Qiuling would make a mistake, so he personally led people to search in the mine. They found Wu Zhijun, who had mutated into a monster, but Ren Qiuling disappeared again.

After defeating Wu Zhijun, Ren Qiuling groped her way out of the branch hole. She returned to the Bone Corridor, untied the leather rope from the cave wall, and groped her way to the mud altar. The flashlight really has no electricity, but the principle of this thing is that the liquid in the battery releases electricity through a chemical reaction. As she went, the electrofluid in the flashlight shook and generated a little bit of electricity.

In order to save electricity, Ren Qiuling did not turn on it until this moment to find the location of the vent. Then she picked up some rocks and threw the woman's corpse with all her might. After trying many times, the female corpse finally fell down with a "plop", and Ren Qiuling saw the small piece of starry sky embedded in the roof of the cave.

After a long and hard work, Ren Qiuling was also tired, she rested for a while, and then tied a stone with a leather rope and threw the rope head on the mud altar.

She walked around to the huge clay altar, picked the wavy pattern of the clay altar with her hands, almost all her body was attached to the clay altar, and she used her hands and feet together, and climbed to the altar with all her might. Now she's closer to the vent.

Again and again, she threw the stones tied to the leather rope out of the vents, which had been built in the seventies, with light and plants. She tried at least a hundred times, and the thrown stone finally got entangled in some plant, or got stuck in the crack of the stone, and she couldn't pull it off with force. She crawled out of the vent along the leather rope.

Starry-studded.

In the night wind, Ren Qiuling struggled to climb to the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, and then a voice came from the cave: "Ren Qiuling, where are you!" ”

The exhausted Ren Qiuling couldn't even believe if it was her auditory hallucination, she couldn't even stand up straight, her clothes were torn in many places, and there were abrasions on her face and hands.

When the cold night breeze blew on her face, she saw the person she thought about day and night: Zou Yan stood in front of her like a dream in the night, her eyes were full of blame and heartache, just like Ren Qiuling often dreamed.

Zou Yan put on a wolf skin coat, he stood straight, but the sleeves of the coat were blown by the wind, and he opened his arms to Ren Qiuling.

Ren Qiuling's feet softened, and she threw herself into the imaginary Zou Yan's arms and fainted.

The last thing she felt before she fainted was that Zou Yan's arms were tightly wrapped around her.

Ren Qiuling felt that she had slept in a very soft cloud, very warm, very reassuring, and she was so happy that she shed tears.