After truly regaining my freedom, I began to explore the space I was in, and found that it was an oblique triangular crack, in addition to the place where the golden hoop rod was supported, there was some distance next to it, and the whole stone slab structure was gradually descending, and on the other side, there was a pile of crushed rubble, air poured in from the gap in the stone, I tried to push it, but it was solid, and there was no possibility of moving at all.

In such a small space, standing is a problem, let alone finding a way out.

Instead of giving up, I curled up on the ground and tried to climb through another narrow opening, only to find that the narrow exit over there was also a large pile of rocks.

It's so tightly pressed that there's no room for manipulation at all.

I tried for a while, and finally I had to sit down on the floor and start thinking about a problem.

That terrifying Baisheng Demon Lord, did he escape?

With that guy's strength, can he escape from this devastating collapse?

Or did he seal it away and fall into the bottomless pit?

What about the others?

Although I pinched the time to break the structural stone, in such a short and limited time, can Baihu and Ma Yiao rescue the people of the scientific expedition team and ensure their own safety?

Did they flee at all?

And if you escape, will you come back to save me?

Countless questions came to my mind, and in such a narrow and dark space, I felt the deepest powerlessness more and more.

In the midst of such a desperate situation, I began to sing loudly.

Because it's so quiet here.

It was so quiet that I could only hear my breathing and my heartbeat, which was simply horrible.

From "Red Sun" to "Sea and Sky", from "I Really Love You" to "Youth Without Regrets", from "Big Sedan Chair" to "Slender Man's Love", I sang all the songs I could think of and could sing, and some of the lyrics could be remembered, humming if I couldn't remember, singing wantonly, crying after singing, laughing after crying, scolding after laughing, rolling on the ground after scolding, rolling to the back, and falling asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long I slept this night, and when I woke up again, I had another bubble of urine in my stomach.

I held my urine and squatted on the ground thinking about it for a long, long time.

One thing I found out was that if I wanted to persevere, I had to be firm in my beliefs, otherwise I would probably be driven crazy by this environment.

What is that faith?

It's hope, it's the hope that Ma Yiao will come back to save me.

That man is the one who deserves my trust.

Only by maintaining a strong faith in him will I be able to persevere, and not give up on myself, as I did before.

Extreme silence and darkness are definitely capable of devouring reason.

How long I can hold out, I don't know.

I have to have a plan, to be able to stick to this hellish place for a longer time, only then can I live until the day when Ma Yiao comes to save me.

I held it until my bladder burst, and then I figured out the whole plan.

The biggest problem I'm facing here is actually quite simple.

Four words.

Eat and drink Lazar.

As long as this is solved and the basic survival is guaranteed, everything else is trivial.

Eating and drinking, there are supplies in the gossip bag to maintain, and what about Lazar, how to solve this?

I couldn't have built a toilet in this cramped space.

Could it be that in the next time, I will have to be in the company of a lot of and pee fart, and finally faint alive and die here?

That's too embarrassing, isn't it?

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with a solution.

That's the candle flame.

Although this thing can't smelt stones, it is a matter of hand-to-hand to deal with excrement, and the excrement after incineration, even if there is some peculiar smell, is much stronger than the original appearance.

There was still a lot of space in the narrow opening just now, and although I couldn't climb over there, it wasn't a big problem to store the incinerated residue of the excrement.

Moreover, I have seen some reports and news about people who got lost in the desert and then ran out of water and ended up surviving by drinking urine.

There are many components of urine, such as urea, uric acid, creatinine, ammonia, etc., but the most important thing is actually water.

And the proportion of water has even reached 96 to 97 percent.

In other words, urine can actually be recycled as long as it is processed.

And I'm stuck in such a place, my physical strength can't be consumed, and I don't need much food intake, if I learn from the turtle and consciously slow down my metabolism, the supplies that I originally planned to consume in two months can actually last longer.

It can even take a year and a half without a problem.

In addition, the fragment of the "Wenqu Blending Pill" I got earlier, in addition to melting the Demon Pill, there are some other methods, including the method of Bigu.

The so-called "Bigu", it is actually a Taoist way of prolonging life, in addition to cooperating with pranayama and qi to obtain energy, with the diet and nourishment, is also a very useful method, if I pick up this means, can maintain the time, maybe it can be longer.

When I think about it, I realize that my potential is limitless.

I was able to live longer.

After thinking about this, I found an empty mineral water bottle, released the urine that was about to burst, and then began to carry out simple operations - when I was in a state-owned enterprise, I worked in a chemical laboratory, and simple distillation and separation, the principle is the same, in fact, it is not difficult.

When the fractionated finished product came out, I smelled it and felt no difference, and then I tasted it, and it tasted beer......

Uh,, I forgot to change the container.

Burst......

The rest of the time became interesting, and I began to take all my new ideas out and experiment them one by one, and in this small space, I happily tried them, and found that all my guesses got a good result.

In other words, I was able to reach a rudimentary cycle that guaranteed me to survive longer.

In fact, when I was bored, I sniffed the dry excrement and even had the illusion that this thing could be eaten.

Of course, that's just an illusion.

In a short period of time, I burst out with great creativity, not only distributing all the supplies properly, but also carefully tidying up the space I was in, and trying to follow the method above in the "Wenqu Blending Dan" to carry out Bigu, and began to adjust my practice rhythm.

Day after day, I gradually mastered all the methods and began to get into a state of being on track, and I didn't have to worry about survival.

However, at this time, I found that I had suddenly fallen into a state of extreme decadence.

The long period of lockdown made me go crazy.

It's hard to describe that kind of state with others.

In fact, closing a small black house, in the army, is a very serious punishment, and the same is true in prison, I have also seen some news reports, saying that some foreign TV programs have done experiments, a group of people are locked in a room, do not communicate with the outside world, live independently, and see how long they can last, but without exception, these people can not last three or two days, and some people are even defeated in one afternoon.

Because such a state will make a normal person collapse.

The environment I was in at the moment was far worse than anything I had ever been before, and I didn't know how many days I had been there.

In a word, such silence really makes people crazy.

So in addition to my practice, I started to try to find something for myself to do, such as singing, such as carving words on the mountain wall, such as talking to myself, such as one person playing two corners of the dialogue, and later, it was a book that saved me from the brink of collapse.

That book is called "Journey to the West", one of the four famous works of ancient China, "Journey to the West" by Mr. Wu Chengen.

Later, when I was recuperating in Mangshan, I bought the entire "Journey to the West" and read it seven or eight times, relying on the memory that began to grow stronger after becoming a night walker, I was almost able to memorize it backwards, and at this moment, I began to recite "Journey to the West" word by word to kill the boring time.

The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one sees it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Zi Qing to distinguish ......"

"The number of heaven and earth is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. The one yuan is divided into twelve branches, and the twelve branches of Naizi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai are also ......"

"The monkey is in the mountains, but he can walk and jump, eat herbs and trees, drink springs, pick mountain flowers, and look for tree fruits; With wolves and insects as companions, tigers and leopards as a group, roe deer as friends, and maces as relatives; Overnight under the stone cliff, in the cave of the peak of the ......"

I recited it over and over again, from beginning to end, over and over again, and I spent almost all of my time on this matter, except for practicing, sleeping, eating, drinking, and lazing.

Gradually, I immersed myself in the magnificent and resonant world of mythology.

Even if I knew that this was a script made up by the ancients, and even if I knew that the Sun Great Sage in it was not the same as the legendary Monkey King in the Nightcrawler world, I still couldn't help but substitute for it with the blood of the "Lingming Stone Monkey".

Later, I actually had a hallucination of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

Who am I?

Who is me?

Am I Hou Mo, or Sun Xingzhi, or Monkey King?

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