The lush trees cast intricate shadows in the setting sun, reflecting Martin's steady pace.

He had been walking for hours, and according to his rough estimate, he should be about to get out of the wilderness.

At that moment, a small sobbing broke the silence of the wilderness.

Martin leaned down alertly, in an extremely professional posture, and then slowly approached the source of the crying in a soft voice.

In the bushes, a little girl in a white dress was crouching there, looking at Martin, her small body shaking, and her mouth was muttering over and over again to let him go back.

"Why did you want me to go back?"

The appearance of the little girl was too abrupt, and her almost transparent skin looked particularly strange in the twilight.

Martin stopped, knowing in his heart that there was no child in this world who could be found in such a remote and dangerous wilderness for no reason.

"Are you lost? Where is your family? Martin tried to ask in the calmest voice possible.

The little girl, however, did not answer his question, but raised her big teary eyes, looked at Martin, and cried even harder.

"Go back, you have to go back, you can't leave for the time being." Her voice seemed to carry a sense of foreboding.

This strengthened Martin's resolve, knowing that any anomaly in the wilderness could be a well-laid trap.

Moreover, since he left the funeral home, his instincts told him that he was in danger like never before.

"No, I have to get out of here." Martin's voice was resolute and cold.

He walked around the little girl and quickened his pace, thinking in his heart that if he kept moving forward, he would be able to get rid of this demonic barrier.

But just as he was about to step out of the bushes, a shrill scream burst through the night sky, and the little girl's voice was no longer crying, but full of panic and anger.

"You don't listen to my warnings! You'll regret it! “

The screams echoed in his ears, and Martin felt the cold wind behind him, as if an invisible hand was trying to pull him back to the little girl who was crouching and crying, and he quickened his pace, almost running.

Just when he thought he could finally get rid of this strange phenomenon, a strange and unpredictable aura suddenly condensed in the air in front of him.

Compared with the childish cry just now, it was heavier and deeper.

Martin stopped and stared ahead, where something seemed to be waiting for him, the ominous aura that made his sense of unease and threat even stronger.

He is already experienced in a hundred battles, and every mission as a special forces soldier is a brush with death.

However, this time was unlike any previous tension of alerting, tracking, and sneak attacks.

This fear of nature and the unknown is his intuition that constantly warns him that he should not underestimate the unknown existence in front of him.

Glancing back, the location of the funeral home seemed to loom in front of his eyes.

"Do you want me to go back?"

Just as he hesitated, a thunderclap struck him overhead, and the torrential rain fell before he could react.

"Shet!"

This is a downhill area, and the heavy rain has made the already difficult road even more muddy.

"No way!"

Wiping the dirty rain from his face, Martin made a quick decision.

"I can't go any further, I have to find a place to hide from the rain."

It's too big, and it's cold, so if you keep drenching it, you'll definitely lose temperature.

Luckily, he soon found a small stone cave on top of a small dirt slope.

Or rather, it's not small.

There can be about three or four square meters in it, even if it is enough to accommodate Martin for a simple sleep.

And his hole is slightly downward, and the rain does not pour in.

'Rub rub! ’

As a professional speaker, he lit some hay in the cave with flint and steel in a few strokes.

There are also a lot of long-lasting tree branches on the side, and it is not difficult to carry this shower.

"Generous Crab! This weather is even more fickle than my grandma! ”

After lighting the fire, Martin quickly took off his clothes and baked it, while constantly doing push-ups to ensure that his body temperature did not fall.

After all this, the rain outside did not stop at all, but continued to fall heavier and heavier.

If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that he has regretted leaving the funeral home.

But Martin was determined, and the harsher the conditions outside, the more he felt he had chosen the right path.

"It's all God's test for me, Martin, you know, it's nothing, hold on."

The main thing is a tough guy!

I have to say that watching Martin in action is sometimes a real pleasure.

I saw him skillfully take a branch, quickly put on steamed buns and chicken legs and roasted them on the fire.

For a while, it really smelled of survival in the wilderness.

Outside it was stormy, but inside the cave it was warm and smelly.

It wasn't until the chicken thighs were sizzling that Martin was ready to start enjoying the meal.

"Departure at six o'clock in the morning, it should be about ten o'clock now, this rain. It should gradually get smaller or even stop within two to three hours. ”

"With all that said, I should be able to rest for a while and take a nap?"

Although I don't feel light or heavy when I sleep now, I can't do anything if I don't sleep.

The storm outside will definitely not be able to get out, it is better to sleep and recover your strength.

"Comfortable~"

Lying on the soft hay and feeling the tenderness of the flames, Martin half-squinted his eyes and couldn't help but recall his prosperous years in the field.

At that moment, he felt a cool breeze coming through the hole, accompanied by a cool breeze, like a subtle sound of paper rubbing, in stark contrast to the fierceness of the storm.

Martin's consciousness suddenly felt a tingling until the sound became more pronounced, and he looked into the cave in a daze.

"Go back." A voice so small that it was almost drowned out by the wind and rain silently reached his ears.

Martin suddenly came to his senses, the tiredness in his eyes was swept away, and he stared at the mouth of the cave, but he saw no figure.

"Who?" He let out a low roar, his wide, cold eyes shining with the vigilance and determination of a warrior.

The flames also seemed to sense the tension in his heart at this moment, and Huo Ran jumped up and lit up the entire cave.

But there was nothing else in the cave but him.

Even though the thunder outside the cave was like the angry roar of the gods, the silence in the cave was like a high wall and a deep wall, isolating Martin's heart, leaving only lonely breathing and nervous heartbeat.

Suddenly, a wet note dripped from the ceiling and fed directly to Martin's lap, who was sitting cross-legged.

This was not expected by Martin, and his first reaction was to quickly retreat, and his hand subconsciously reached for his waist, trying to draw the axe for defense.

However, when his hand touched the note, Martin realized that it was an ordinary piece of paper, and there was even a note on it that had not been inked, and the handwriting was blurred by the rain.

He looked at it and could only make out a few words: "Help me. Send back"

(End of chapter)