The iron rope swung back and forth, bringing Qi Lang more than ten heavy impacts, and finally hovered halfway up the mountain.

Qi Lang's mind was buzzing, not because he was affected by the landslide just now, but because he was already stunned by the shocking news of the loss of Gulf.

Opposite, the Rab volcano is like a fountain, constantly shooting hot lava into the sky, and the sound of explosions that burst ear drums is heard one after another. Fortunately, it is only a small volcano, and although the momentum of madness is very strong, the power is still very limited. The surrounding peaks have been tried and tested, with only a few rocks falling in response, and the usual calm has been maintained.

It was probably the most ferocious eruption of the Rab volcano in a long time, and at least in the three years that Qi Lang had been here, he had never seen this volcano burst into such a fire. The spirit stone deposits here must have been reimbursed, and it seems that the slaves will have to find another place to work in the future.

But those were not important to Qi Lang, his heart seemed to have been shattered.

Had it not been for his insistence on having killed Gulf, the coward friend who could have spent the first sacrifice of the Holy Kings in Old Harry's new home, Gulf and his bragging father would have raised their glasses and thanked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit for giving them food and shelter, and then drunk themselves, collapsed on their bed, and fell asleep contentedly. What a holiday would that be?!

But everything was ruined by him! The father and son, who depended on each other, and a happy family that had worked hard to run, were all torn apart in this shaking of the earth.

God would know how Qi Lang felt in his heart right now—he was willing to die on behalf of Gurve, or rather, he wished he had died long ago! Without his friend, Gulf would have survived in the barracks. He was as timid as a mouse, but he was more worried about turning old Harry into a widower than at the cost of his own life.

It's the friendship that never meant to be!

For the sake of the friendship that had only been established for a year, Gulf had lost his life!!Just as Qi Lang had decided at the beginning, a person like him should not have any friends in this place at all. He is a harmful spirit, a symbol of bad luck. All those who have been involved with him will not end well in the end - the disaster in his hometown is the best proof of this, everyone died, only he survived. Now, it's Gurf's turn again!

"Gulf!!" Qi Lang cried out in pain, as if that cry would bring back Gurf's life.

He really didn't want to admit it, especially since he didn't know how he was going to tell the lonely old hunter the news when he faced old Harry again. He and he had only met once, the day they moved into their new home. He was a very kind thin old man, and his gray-brown hair had been thinned by the years. He has a lot of crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, which must be caused by an excessive smile. When he looked at Gurf, his eyes were always squinting and smiling. He really loved his son, just as Gulf loved old Harry dearly.

He should have said to old Harry, "I'm sorry, did I kill your son?"

Oh my God, old Harry even smiled and said that he would make him a bag of birch arrows to show his gratitude!

How do we deal with all this? Gulf is dead! Old Harry's son is dead!

At this moment, a heavenly voice trembled back: "Qi Lang, come and save me......"

Gulf is still alive, and listening to that voice, it should be thirty or forty meters away!

Qi Lang suddenly felt that he was saved, like a sailor in the middle of an ocean who suddenly grabbed a lifebuoy! It was the feeling of being in a desperate situation, and there was no feeling more wonderful in the world!

"Where are you?" Qi Lang leaned out and looked down, his voice even trembling a little, "I thought you were dead!

"Damn, can't you just think of me better!" Gulf's voice was full of resentment, but it sounded full of anger, and it was estimated that even a few minor injuries would not be fatal. Qi Lang really wished he could curse a few more words, he had never heard such a beautiful curse.

"I'm fucking stuck. You wait for me to touch it first...... Everything is normal, the arms and legs are still there...... But...... It's fucking terrible!" Gulf's shouts could still drown out the sound of the eruption, but there was a lot of frustration in it.

Qi Lang couldn't hold it anymore, he quickly picked up the rope and tied a dead knot on the chain, and lowered his body with a whoosh: "You wait for me, I'll be there soon, you must hold on!"

"One minute is long enough, isn't it?!" Gulf regained his chatter, which meant he had a handful of strength left, "Fifty seconds left...... If you don't come back, I'm going to fucking throw up!"

In less than a minute, Qi Lang's speed set an unprecedented new record. He had seen it, among the branches of a tree, and Gurf was strangely stuck there: his legs tangled with thick branches, his upper body lying backwards, suspended in mid-air. It was indeed a vertigo pose, hanging upside down on the edge of a cliff hundreds of meters high to enjoy the view, and this beauty even included an erupting volcano, and no one in the world was luckier than him, didn't he?

"It's time, you bastard!" Gulf looked like he was about to throw up, but he could already see Qi Lang in the gap between his legs, and it made him regain his strength—the power to curse.

Qi Lang threw the bottom half of the rope over, and he slowly approached Gulf by stepping on the rocks and branches that had protruded. At this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived from mid-air, and a piercing sound sounded in its mouth:

"Wow...... Wow......"

It was the white-necked crow! It had also escaped from the volcanic tunnel, and it looked very excited at this time, and it pounced around the two of them, as if the spirit stone ore it had just swallowed was also difficult for it to digest, and it had to move more to make its stomach more comfortable.

Qi Lang also knows a little about these ugly birds, they are ugly, greedy, and love to eat rotten food such as animal corpses, and it appears here now, probably looking forward to the appearance of a new corpse. But his good friend will never die here, and Qi Lang will not tolerate this ugly crow to fight such an idea again!

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Qi Lang scolded hatefully. But the white-necked crow never seemed to give up the idea of a good meal, and was still screaming wildly from the sidelines.

Qi Lang was really angry, could it be that even such a beast wanted to fall into the well, and when the brave Whirling Frontier soldiers were in distress, they were bent on turning him into their own food?

Qi Lang straightened up, stepped his feet on a rock, and pulled his bow and arrow from behind his back - since it was trying to make trouble, give it something to look at!

However, before Qi Lang could get ready to aim, the crow had already pulled its body up and rushed straight into the sky, and soon disappeared out of the eyeliner, but the mocking cry still came back: "Wow...... Wow......"

"Leave it alone, and take care of me, okay?" gulf cried out again, "my head is overcongested, and I guess I'm about to pee my pants!"

"Okay, okay. Qi Lang dared to guarantee at this time that if Gurf had any orders, he would not hesitate to obey, "I've arrived, have you seen me?

But Gurf seemed to put up a shelf, and just crossed his hands and hugged them to his chest: "I can pass my hand, but can you swear that you will never laugh at me, and you will not tell anyone about today?"

"Why, you're so weird?" Qi Lang scratched his head at the strange nature that Gulf showed at this time.

"Leave it alone, just swear. ”

But Qi Lang was already completely overwhelmed by joy, it was enough to be able to save Gulf's life, not to mention vowing not to reveal everything here, even if he and Gulf swapped places and hung upside down from that branch for a whole year, he was happy to accept it.

"Okay, okay...... I swear to God. Now, stretch out your hand. ”

He saw an embarrassed smile on Gulf's pockmarked face, but the hand was finally outstretched.

Finally caught, the hand was wet, and it seemed that Gulf's sweat had exploded.

Gulf loosened his legs a little and kicked back and forth to break free from the tangled branches of the trees. He needed to get back to his feet as soon as possible, or he would have vomited.

Qi Lang cooperated with Gulf's actions, and when he sat up, he pulled into his arms with all his strength - but he slipped away!

He's really slippery, even more slippery than a freshly caught catfish!

"Gurf!!" Qi Lang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly looked down with round eyes!

Gulf is still there!

He grabbed the rope, but it also frightened him so much that Qi Lang could clearly see that his shoulders were shaking.

"Do you bastard want to kill me!?" Gulf scolded angrily, if it weren't for the fact that he was holding the hemp rope tightly with both hands, and couldn't afford to be idle, he would definitely raise his bow and arrow and aim it at Qi Lang's ass, "For God's sake, you can't be steady?"

"I'm sorry......" Qi Lang was about to apologize further, but couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Gulf was underneath him, and everything was clearly visible—the hem of his robe had been torn through two large holes, and two blush flowers were floating shyly on the two semicircles of his buttocks.