It was only when they left the cave that was even more terrifying than a nightmare that their expressions changed slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chrisse had Stianna light a fire in the cave, and the light of the fire glistened on their tear-filled faces.

It was not until the fire was extinguished that they all departed.

The three of them didn't bring that many tents and sleeping bags, so Chris took a few of the sleeping bags apart and spread them on the ground, leaving the four women lying together.

Pandis and Stienne share a tent.

The grassland is at a higher altitude, the air is thin, and the wind and sand are large, and the camp chosen by Chris is at the foot of the mountain, so that at least some of the wind and sand can be blocked.

It may still be a bad environment, but compared to the days before, it is a paradise, and the four women are exhausted, and with the complete relaxation of their hearts after being saved, they soon fall into a deep sleep.

Chris leaned against a nap not far away.

He was woken up by a faint noise.

When he opened his eyes, the genius was bright, and Chris raised his eyes to scan the surroundings, and saw that the tent was intact, and on the unopened sleeping bags, only the heads of three women were exposed.

On the ground, there is a clear trace extending to the back, this is the foot of the mountain, there are almost no weeds on the ground, only hard sand and earth, this trace is very messy, like someone rolling on the ground, and when encountering a slightly higher slope, there are more shallow depressions, the touch is smooth, this trace zigzags extend backwards, more than 100 meters.

Chris lowered his eyes, but was silent, his steps heavy, and he walked slowly backwards along the trail.

The morning dew has been blowing in every corner with the breeze on the grassland, and if you take a deep breath, you can feel the slight coolness in your chest. At the foot of the mountain, in a jumble of rubble, the woman who had lost her hands and feet appeared before Cris's eyes.

The sleeves and trousers of the clothes that Stianna had changed for her yesterday were empty and covered with a lot of dust, and they were worn out in many places, and there were still red blood stains in many places. The woman struggled to straighten her body, aimed her throat at a sharp stone, and slammed her body into it again and again.

Without limbs, she couldn't get the sharp stone into her throat accurately, and the sharp edge of the stone cut the skin of her face and throat, and blood continued to flow out and splash all over her face, making her face even more terrifying.

She had sensed the arrival of others, but she had not heard of them, just staring feverishly at the sharp stone beneath her that was stained with her own blood, as if it were not a murder weapon that was about to end her life, but a hope for a better future.

Chriss's mouth opened, his hand slightly raised, stretched halfway, but slowly drooped down, and his feet seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't lift his legs to walk forward.

For such a woman who has lost her hands, feet, tongue and appearance, no matter what words of comfort she says, it is superfluous.

When rescuing her last night, Chris noticed the scars on her forehead and neck, suggesting that she must have tried to commit suicide more than once in that nightmarish cavern, but undoubtedly failed.

The scar on her forehead was the one she had left when she first tried to kill herself by striking the stone wall, but she had no hands or feet, and the strength of her neck and head alone would not be enough to shatter the skull.

Death is not terrible, for this woman now, death is her only pursuit.

What kind of position do you have to stop her?

Chris sighed and lowered his eyes.

At some point, Pandis and Stiena also came behind him, and after only one glance, they turned their eyes away, and they couldn't bear to look again.

The sound of a woman's body rubbing against the sand and gravel was still heard in my ears, and it seemed to be cone into my heart, making people breathless.

Chris gritted his teeth and raised his hand, and the yellow light of his palm flashed, and a thorn suddenly broke through the ground, piercing the woman's neck.

She barely turned her eyes here, her eyes full of gratitude, two lines of tears flowing from her sockets, and then she never moved again.

Pandis couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

Chriss, who performed a swamp spell, sank the woman's body under the ground, and moved a stone to stand in front of her grave, but he did not know what to write on the tombstone, and the poor woman died without a name.

Perhaps, with her strong character, she would not want to be known by others, Chris pondered for a long time, shook his head helplessly, and left with the two girls.

The other three women did not wake up until the afternoon.

They found that the handless woman was gone, but they didn't ask much, but they obviously guessed something.

After a day of repairing in place, the group began to continue on the road.

Because there were only three horses, only two people could ride one, and the speed was reduced a lot.

The climate in the plateau is not pleasant, and there is not much problem with the three Chris being professionals, but the three women rescued have fallen ill one after another because of the long-term physical devastation of their bodies, although they grew up in the grassland.

Their symptoms were the same: fever, high fever, recurring, and punctuated by frightened cries in a semi-coma.

Whether it is Pandis's healing or healing potions, they are only aimed at internal and external injuries, but there is nothing they can do about their symptoms.

A few days later, when everyone had reached the edge of the grassland, one of the most ill women had lost her life, and like the woman before her, she died with a smile on her face, as if she was really about to go to another wonderful world.

After burying her in a hurry, they met a herdsman who was only an old man, and took in the remaining two women, and when the three of Chris left, they knelt respectfully before them, despite their sickness, and although they could not speak, their eyes made it clear.

It wasn't until the three of them had gone far away that they turned back and saw the two kneeling figures.

After a few days, the three of them finally walked out of the grassland.

"Why haven't you seen a horse thief for so many days?" said Pandis viciously, with a hint of anger in her eyes, she had been like this since she witnessed the suicide of the woman whose hands and feet had her hands and feet cut off and her tongue cut off, "Those brutes really shouldn't be in the world." ”

"Horse thieves aren't all fools," Chrissey said, "and most of them go it alone, and thankfully we've eliminated quite a few of the horse thieves we've joined together since we've entered the grasslands." ”

"But the prairie is too big. Pandice looked back at the endless green. (To be continued.) )