Above the sky, the stars are dotted, like scattered gemstones, gently twinkling.

The earth was dark.

The sneaking night breeze quietly blows across the ground, blowing the fine grass and whining and wailing.

A young man in a white shirt, denim shorts, and blue flip-flops curled up on a slope, motionless, like a shrimp.

The white arcs of light, wrapped around the youth, were like filaments, beating and making a soft sound.

Through the faint light of the arc, a small piece of ground is visible. Around the youth, a circle of weeds has been burned out, leaving behind a black disc.

The arc gets weaker and weaker, and finally disappears completely.

Here calmed down and plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, the young man's fingers suddenly moved, and then his curled legs slowly stretched out.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

With a violent cough, he was agitated, and his hands groped in a panic. He grabbed a rock and threw it aside. He slowly rolled over, as if trying to get up, but he snorted again, his elbows on the ground, kneeling, his fists clenched, his muscles exposed, his teeth rattling, and a low roar, which seemed to be extremely painful.

His name is He Ping, and at this moment, his body hurts, very painful, a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

In his memory, he was at the gate of the mysterious compound just now, under the scorching sun, painting paint diligently, and suddenly a white light shot out of the courtyard, and then there was no more.

He knew that there was a quantum lab there. It is said on the Internet that, in theory, quantum machines can teleport over long distances and travel through time and space. By chance, did he become the first guinea pig?

The surroundings are like ink, and you can't see your fingers.

A cool breeze blew in his ears, accompanied by the whining of the grass, and a bloody breath came to his face.

After a moment, the pain seemed to lighten a little, and he let go of his clenched teeth and breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he realized that his body was slimy and seemed to be stained with blood?

What happened to him? Why is it so dark? Where is this? Questions popped up in his mind, and he felt very confused, and he couldn't figure it out.

He has been afraid of the dark since he was a child, and when he was a child, he didn't dare to go out as soon as it was dark.

He endured the pain and struggled to get up.

Accidentally touched a stone, gurgling, the stone rolled out, clicked, bumped into something, and was silent.

Frightened, he straightened up. It wasn't completely dark here, but there was a small flame in the heights, behind a rock, like a small flower, swaying gently and emitting a faint light.

For a person who is afraid of the dark, that flame is a life-saving straw, all hope.

A gust of wind swept in his ears, and the flames shook violently and swayed.

The fire can't be extinguished, or it will be pitch black and even more terrifying.

He Ping bent down, grabbed a canopy of plants, clasped stones one by one, and crawled over in a panic.

Stumbling, he finally crawled to the side of the flames, the roots of a canopy of bushes, which seemed to have been poured with oil, and were burning, emitting black smoke and emitting a pungent smell, and the flames were entwined around the twigs and rattled softly.

Through the flames, a man dressed in blue, half-reclining, with his back to him, his body curled and curled into a ball.

This person's posture is similar to when he woke up, could it be another guinea pig? In the dark night, he will be much bolder to have someone as his companion and chat.

"Hey, big brother, how are you?"

He Ping shouted, but the man didn't react.

He picked up a stick, and with courage and trembling, approached it to pull the man on the shoulder.

"I'll rub!"

Before the wooden stick touched the other party, He Ping's face changed greatly, threw away the wooden stick, turned around and ran.

In the darkness, he stepped on a loose stone, his feet slipped, his body crooked, and he fell to the ground and rolled over.

He Ping was startled, grabbing his hands indiscriminately, but to no avail, his body rolled faster and faster.

Suddenly, he felt that his body was empty, and he was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he was in a cold sweat, is this a cliff?

In the fall, a large puff of wattles swept in front of him, and He Ping stretched out his hands and grabbed the branches.

The thick thorn of the arm, exaggeratedly bent past, clicked, broke from the root, and a large branch and leaf fell with him.

It's over, this time he will definitely be crushed, and just when he had this thought, his feet have hit the ground.

Puff –

His feet slipped, and he sat on the ground with his butt, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost his breath.

"I'm xxx!"

He Ping covered his ass and cursed loudly.

Who is so lacking in virtue and has made such a deep hole! If his head hits the ground, he will already hang up.

Before picking up the wooden stick, He Ping had already prepared, the big deal was a dead corpse, but this is too exaggerated, right? Half of his face was cut off, revealing Bai Sensen's bone stubble, yellowed teeth, pink brain, crimson half-amputated tongue, a large piece of the chest and abdomen were also cut off, intestines, and liver were smeared on the ground......

This dark night, the deserted wilderness, and the inexplicable corpses are infinite horror.

He stabilized his mind and reached out of his phone tremblingly, only to find that the screen was black. He tried to turn it on several times, but the phone didn't respond.

It's so unlucky, the phone is out of battery now, so he can only stay in the dark, and he is terrified.

He rubbed his butt again, no, he just cared about the pain in his butt, when did the pain in his body disappear?

He Ping touched his body and found that although there was a lot of blood on his body, there were no wounds, which made him feel very relieved.

However, he thought of another question, since he was not injured, whose blood was it? Could it be that during this period of unconsciousness, he went berserk and killed many people? Is that corpse his masterpiece? He Ping was a little afraid.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and He Ping gradually saw the big pit clearly.

Surrounded by upright stone walls, more than three meters high, smooth as a mirror!

In this dark night, will there be wild beasts? Will poisonous snakes creep over and give him a mouthful? Thinking of this, He Ping got up, broke off a wattle, and stirred around indiscriminately, but fortunately he didn't find anything.

In a sense, falling into this pit might be a good thing, and the beast probably wouldn't jump down and eat him.

But will there be ghosts in the dark? Thinking of this, He Ping felt a chill down his spine, and his hair stood on end.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, and all kinds of subtle sounds seemed very clear. The whimper of the grass, the chirping of insects in the distance, the crawling of something, and the sound of his own heartbeat, intertwined, constantly tormenting his ears, and he felt like his brain was about to explode.

He tried to get himself out of this predicament. The moment he was haunted by the white light, he crossed over, not an e-book, the crossing in the dog blood drama, strictly speaking, should be time and space teleportation.

There's no time machine here, and he can't go back. Without him to earn money, what will happen to my sister's tuition? My mother is not in good health, and the family, which is already a little poor, may be even poorer. Alas, why so unlucky!

Sitting like this, in the midst of his thoughts, the stars faded and the sky slowly turned blue.

It's finally dawn, how do you get out?

The surrounding towering stone walls appear even taller, unusually smooth, and make people desperate.

I couldn't get out, so I had to call for help.

He Ping faced the sky and shouted:

"Anyone?"

"Come on, someone!"

"Help!"

......

Every few minutes, he shouted.

It's a pity that no one responded, only the occasional birdsong.

He Ping had a bitter face, circled around the big pit, and sat down dejectedly, without even a place to pick, and couldn't climb at all.

Where the hell is this? If he is inaccessible, won't he be trapped to death?

Thinking of this, He Ping's face was even more bitter, after the family crossed, the family was rich, the king was the king, the wind and the rain were called, and the wives and concubines were in groups.

It's good to come to him, one day in the future, a few archaeologists, with magnifying glasses in hand, studying his corpse, well, this trapped guy is a modern man!

Time passed, and He Ping was already hoarse, but he was still shouting.

"Anyone?... Help..."

The sun slowly rose, roasting overhead, the scorching sun, sprinkled with a little white mang, and the shade was almost gone.

He Ping was hot, hungry, and thirsty, his lips cracked, and his voice was a little hoarse.

It's been half a day, why don't you come alone? He is so sad, since he was a child, the conditions at home have been not good, until now, he has not even eaten KFC once, and even the number of times he has eaten ice cream is limited.

finally graduated, came out to work, and before I got a penny back, this happened to me, and the key was that I was trapped in this big pit.

The blood stain on his body has become a hard shell, like a carapace, and it is bound to his body, how uncomfortable it is, how uncomfortable it is.

He Ping licked his chapped lips and wanted to swallow a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, but there was not a drop of saliva in his mouth. His voice was hoarse, and the sound he made was already very small.

He Ping sat down on the ground, thinking about how to get out of trouble. If only he could have carved some small holes in the stone wall, but he didn't even have the tools.

There is no water here, and it is said that if people do not drink water, they will die of thirst for three days.

The sun moved a little more, and the shade became a little bigger, He Ping clinged to the stone wall, hid in the shade, and shouted twice from time to time.

"Help!"

"Help!"

His voice was very small and couldn't spread far, but this was his hope, and he didn't dare to stop!

As the sun set, He Ping's heart sank to the bottom.

In this place, there is no personal hair during the day, and there is no drama at night.

He circled the pit twice more, how could he get out?

A surge of urine hit, He Pingsheng held back, he didn't dare to pee. Doesn't it mean that when it is critical, drinking some urine can make people live a little longer?

Drink pee, drink pee, he doesn't want to die yet! He's still a virgin, and he hasn't enjoyed a lot of things yet!

The ability in the drama, if he had it, how good it would be, he didn't want to tear the devil apart, as long as he could jump out of this big pit.

With that in mind, he took a few steps back.

You don't have to pick up the edge of the pit, if you can pick up the root of that wattle, he will ask God to worship the Buddha!

Na Penggen was very close to the edge of the pit, and it was estimated that he would not be able to reach it, and He Ping was not confident.

He closed his eyes and mourned in silence.

"Taishang Laojun, Buddha Rulai, Jade Emperor, my Lord Jesus, no matter who it is, by the way, and Allah, everyone give face, help me, let me jump a little higher!"

He opened his eyes, ran in two steps, jumped up, and with a snort, his body soared into the air and rushed out of the pit.

"I'll go!"

He Ping screamed, in a hurry, his body lost his balance, snapped, formed a big character, and lay on the hillside.

He Ping was momentarily stunned, this came out? More than three meters, he actually jumped out at once!

If he had known this, he would have come out a long time ago, so why bother making himself so miserable? He was going to drink pee!

However, this jump is a bit exaggerated, isn't it? Could this big pit be a fantasy? Why don't you try to jump again? Unless he's sick!

He Ping faced the top of the mountain, bent his legs, slammed on the ground, jumped up, swished, this time he actually jumped more than four meters, and landed on a flat stone ground, because of preparation, he just shook twice, took a step forward, but did not fall.

I didn't expect that his little dick would also have a day when the salted fish turned over.

Being able to jump so high naturally means that the strength of the legs has increased, but what about the hands?

He Ping posed as a worldly master, slowly walked to a stone that was more than half a person tall and as black as ink, pretended to take a horse step, put his hands on the side of the stone, and shouted: "Hey-"

Goo-dong, goo-dong-

The boulder was pushed down by him and rolled all the way down the mountain.

Oh, I'll go! He Ping was taken aback again.