Chapter 42: Life is at stake

I don't know how long it took, Han Yue opened his eyes, he felt that he was crawling in solid darkness, his face was against the cold stone ground, and there seemed to be some weight on his back, and he couldn't move. He tried to sense his limbs with his brain first, his fingers could still feel the roughness of the ground, his toes moved in his soft boots, he wanted to open his mouth to call the other two, but his tongue was stiff and he couldn't make a sound. He held his luck again, and his airway ran around his body, and it seemed that there was no serious problem, but he was still in a state of numbness from lightning strikes for the time being. There was a dead silence around them, and it seemed that the two of them were in a much worse situation than they were, and they had to be able to move themselves as soon as possible to find them. Han Yue began to work silently. After a little week, Han Yue was already able to curl up his limbs. So he struggled to roll over and sit himself up.

It's dark all around. He focused as much as he could, searching the darkness for the two of them. While groping with his hands on the ground, he grabbed his silver sword. He held the sword and gently swiped as he moved his body, and the search area was much larger. Suddenly, the sword touched an object, and he hurriedly touched it, his hand touching the cold armor, knowing that it was a palm hat. He pushed his hand against the body of the palm hat, opened his mouth and called softly, but the body did not respond. Han Yue groped for the face of the palm hat, and felt the pulse of the neck along the face, fortunately, there was a beat! It is estimated that he has not yet woken up after being knocked down. He grabbed the man in the palm of his hand, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.

There was finally a grunt in Zhangjia's throat, Han Yue rubbed his hand while softly calling "Xue Shangjun", Zhangjia opened his eyes, his eyes flashed in the dark, and he spit out a difficult and indistinct voice in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying. Han Yue gently patted the back of his hand in response. He breathed a sigh of relief, the palm of the hat is alive, as long as he lives, there is a way.

Han Yue continued to search for the silver-haired man. When he touched the silver-haired man, he was found stiff and lying on his side on the ground. Han Yue groped in the darkness to find his face, slapped it hard, and called eagerly: "Wake up, wake up!" But after a while, the man was still motionless and did not react. Han Yue struggled to turn the silver-haired man over, dragged him to the side of the stone wall, and helped him lean against the stone wall. After groping around and examining his whole body, he found a wound under his left rib, slimy, oozing blood, and I don't know what it was. Han Yue just put his hand on the silver-haired man's chest, ready to infuse him with true qi. I heard the silver-haired man suddenly speak: "Don't... When Han Yue heard him speak, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly reined in his breath and said, "You!" The silver-haired man grabbed Han Yue's hand in the dark, and Han Yue felt that the hand was much colder than his own. The man seemed to signal that there was something in his arms. Han Yue touched two small porcelain bottles and held them up in front of the man's eyes. The man pursed his mouth, motioned for Han Yue to open one of the bottles, poured out two pills and held them up in front of the man's mouth, the man swallowed one, and motioned for Han Yue to eat the other.

When the pill entered his mouth, he suddenly felt a chill and melted on the tip of his tongue little by little. Han Yue felt that her tongue had regained her sense of taste and flexibility, her mouth was full of medicinal fragrance, and her body was no longer stiff. The silver-haired man pointed in the direction of the palm, and he knew that the palmist was there. Han Yue knew that it was a miracle medicine, so he moved to Zhangjia's side and fed him one. Then he returned to the silver-haired man, put the medicine bottle back into the man's arms, and whispered, "You're hurt." As he spoke, he reached out to touch the wound under the silver-haired man's shirt, but the man's hand held him again, signaling that he didn't want him to touch it. But Han Yue's hand had already touched it. Under the clothes, on the cold skin, there are hard scales!

The man knew that Han Yue had already touched those scales, so he let out a light sigh, simply closed his eyes, and let Han Yue go. Han Yue's fingers touched the scales, and after only a momentary pause, he returned to normal. He gently examined the wound with his fingertips, as if it hurt the man. After many years of practice, he has come to understand that there are no wonders in the vastness of heaven and earth, and that there are only a few scales in the human body, and what kind of miracle is it compared to the "Classic of Mountains and Seas"? The wound is about four fingers wide, which is the width of the long side of the heavy sword of the palm hat, could it be that he was injured by the sword of the palm hat? The blood is still oozing out, and he does not know when the rescue will arrive, so he must stop the bleeding as soon as possible. There was no blood clotting medicine at hand, but fortunately there was a sweat towel, so Han Yue could only use the acupoint to seal his blood flow and tie the wound tightly with a sweat towel. After doing this, Han Yue was also tired, so he also leaned next to the silver-haired man, closed his eyes and meditated, waiting for rescue.

Ground. The wait is always long and anxious. Huan Yi stood in the doorway, looking into the depths of the rainy night. Wang Shao sat by the fire, fiddling with the fire from time to time, filling it with pine branches. Father Wang Dao taught their brothers to be calm from an early age. The palm of the hand has been guarding the entrance of the cave. And Zhang Xiao will go to the entrance of the cave for a while, and then run to the door to take a look. Little by little time TIME PASSES ...

I don't know how long it took, but the light of the torches finally flashed in the night. The three of them immediately gathered at the door, only to see a group of people running from far and near. In addition to Huan Mi, he was followed by seven or eight monks holding torches, wearing robes, and carrying rope rings, iron chisels and other tools. After everyone entered the house, the monks did not speak, but quickly took out four iron cones, and nailed the iron cones to the ground in four directions, east, west, north and south, on the ground not far from the entrance of the cave, and then tied a thick rope on the iron cone, and the other end of the rope fell iron block. The monks threw the ropes down the hole in turn, and immediately there was the sound of the iron "bell" hitting the wall of the cave in the hole, and one rope was almost finished, and another one was connected, and after a while the rope finally straightened, and it seemed that it was the end. One rope is three zhang long, two are six zhang, and the depth of this hole is about five zhang.

After preparing the rope to go down the cave, the leading monk asked Huan Mi: "Which donors will go down?" Before Huan Mi could speak, Zhang Wei stepped forward and said, "I'll go down first!" Huan Yi said: "The deputy general, Zhang Xiao and I go down, Huan Gongzi and Wang Gongzi, you two stay on it." He glanced at Huan Mi as he spoke. Huan Mi understood that this was to prevent the monk or others from making any moves.

The leading monk said, "Okay, let's send three people down to help you." Huan Yi was about to say no, but a monk couldn't help but tie a pulley around the waist of the three of them, and then hang the pulley on the rope. Then he handed each of them a fire twist. Zhang Xiao didn't have such an experience, he was a little nervous and excited, and began to babble again: "These monks are really well-trained." "It's not loud, but the listener is interested. Huan Yi and Zhangqiu listened, glanced at each other, and frowned slightly. Indeed, such a calm, well-trained, well-equipped, and well-equipped caving ability, not to mention the monk, even the sappers in the barracks may not have it, unless...

The three of them straightened their clothes, tightened the locks around their waists, stuck their weapons at their waists, and held the fire twist in one hand and the rope in the other. The palm of the hand whispered to the two: "Distance yourself, go down slowly, support the stone wall with your feet, don't be nervous." Huan Yi naturally has experience, but Zhang Xiao was a little nervous and nodded vigorously. Huan Yi patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. With the palm of his hand, Huan Yi and Zhang Xiao went down in turn along different ropes, and finally three monks went down.

The tunnel is not big, and only one person can pass at a time, separated by half a zhang from each other, and slowly descends. Every time he slid down a section, the palm would ask loudly, "Are you okay" and "Are you there", and the people behind him also responded in turn. Through the faint light of the fire twist, Huan Yi saw three scratches on the cave wall, one deep, one shallow and one thick, which were the long side of the heavy sword of the palm hat, the short side of Han Yue's light sword, and the smoke pot of the silver-haired man. He was a little relieved that they were all alive when they fell. But the scratches soon disappeared halfway through. His heart hung again. A five-foot drop is enough to make people faint.

I don't know how much I fell, and the voice of the palm came from the darkness: "Attention! As soon as Huan Yi landed on the ground, he was pulled to the side by the hand stretched out by the palm in the dark, meaning to get out of the way, and then Zhang Xiao came down quickly, and then three monks. When the six people were safe to the end, a monk in the back took out two short canes from his waist and inserted them, and lit them with a fire twist, which turned out to be a torch, and it turned out to be a short cane that was hollow, and it was filled with solidified pine oil wax grease. All of a sudden, the bottom of the cave was much brighter.