Through the light, Chen Ping found that the pitch-black space he was in was actually a sack.

And that light, like a blade of hope, hit Chen Ping's frightened heartstrings, injecting a trace of courage and warmth.

Chen Ping, who thought he was dead, was like grabbing a life-saving straw and began to struggle from the quagmire.

No one wants to leave the world in a daze. Chen Ping, naturally, is no exception.

Chen Ping retracted his divergent thinking, because his vision was no longer limited by darkness, so he finally began to think about self-help.

"Obviously, now I have my hands and feet tied and I am still in a sack, which is the biggest obstacle to my escape.

Now, I am in severe pain, I am still hungry, and I feel that my body has been hollowed out, and the situation is not optimistic.

Moreover, I am in the light, and the enemy is in the dark, which is the most uncontrollable factor.

However, after so long, there has not been a sound from the enemy, and it is possible that they are out looking for other prey.

It is not excluded that I am looking for my own ingredients, or I am resting.

Barely good news.

In this way, as long as you break free from the rope, find a hidden place to hide, and then escape when the time comes.

Well, it's not me, that's a good idea......

But how do I break free from the rope?

By the way, I've got a pocket knife on me, like in my ass pocket. ”

It just so happened that Chen Ping's tied hand was near his buttocks, and he was overjoyed.

Really, God help me.

He first moved tentatively to see if the outside world reacted.

Like, it's fine.

So, he amplitude got bigger and bigger, and later, he simply didn't care, twisted his butt upward, and groped his hands in his pockets.

It's like a caterpillar's rhythm.

"Damn, why is this pocket so deep?" After a long time, Chen Ping, who hadn't touched the knife yet, began to feel a little irritable, and scolded secretly.

However, his body was still writhing very honestly, and the harder he twisted, the more his wrist was strangled and painful, and he could clearly feel the cold feeling of blood not flowing.

Syllable!

The rope broke suddenly!

That's right, the rope suddenly broke as Chen Ping groped hard for the knife.

All of a sudden, Chen Ping, who was freed from his hands, was a little stupid.

Is this okay?

Chen Ping pulled the sack with both hands, ready to come out of the sack, but a strange and invisible-red color floated out of the sack one step ahead of him.

Soon, Chen Ping's head was out of the sack and exposed to the air.

After he took a few big breaths, he went to untie the other restraints.

All around, there are dilapidated yellow walls, cracks in the yellow walls stretching like cobwebs to the roof, and the beams on the roof are precarious, as if they are about to collapse at any moment.

This is a windowless temple, and the door is closed, and the light from the outside world can only penetrate through the hole in the roof, just shining on Chen Ping's head.

The whole temple is very empty and very cloudy.

A two-person tall black Maitreya, located in the west of the temple, has a smile on his face, but there is no sense of joy, but it looks weird.

On the ground in front of Black Maitreya, there is an evergreen lamp, which dyes the surroundings with a layer of green.

Fortunately, Chen Ping thought that the precious things were all in the big pocket behind his buttocks, a three-yuan flashlight, a five-cent knife, scattered yuan, and a photo of folds.

He turned on the cheap flashlight, which was two fingers wide and one finger long, and began to look for a suitable place to hide.

He thought that the most dangerous place was the safest, and if he went out rashly, it would be easy to be discovered, so it was better to hide first, determine a foolproof plan, and then start fleeing.

The temple was empty, and in Chen Ping's opinion, only the gap behind the Black Maitreya was suitable for hiding.

Because neither the green light nor the sunlight from the roof could reach it, and the Black Maitreya was indeed the only shelter in the temple.

Chen Ping first opened the temple door ajar, and then took off a shoe very painfully and threw it out of the temple, creating a scene of fleeing in a hurry.

Immediately, he trotted behind Black Maitreya and prepared to hide inside.

When Chen Ping just passed the ever-bright lamp, a cool breeze blew for no reason, even if the candle flame in the ever-bright lamp was blown around, it was not extinguished, but the useless electronic products ran out of power.

Originally, Chen Ping's cheap flashlight was a little underpowered, and it was expected that it would run out of power, but I didn't expect it to be so coincidental that it happened to go out in the cold wind.

However, Chen Ping didn't have time to think about it so much, and he just jumped into the crack.

This slit is a bit spacious, and can accommodate two or three people, but you can't see your fingers.

There were water droplets falling from the roof, some hugging the ground, some falling on Chen Ping's head, and the ticking sound echoed in the temple.

Somehow, the droplets falling from the top of his head seemed to be slightly heavy, which made Chen Ping's brain hurt. So, Chen Ping couldn't help but move to the other side.

When the buttocks moved, it seemed to hit something, and I only heard a plop and the sound of objects falling to the ground, which was very crisp.

The accidental collision and the unknown sound of landing scared Chen Ping, who was already hanging in his heart, into a cold sweat and a reflexive jump.

Click!

Chen Ping's butt pocket seemed to be hooked by something, and he tore a big mouth raw.

Chen Ping subconsciously covered his buttocks, and just touched a wet, hard thing, a bit like ...... Finger!

Yes!

Chen Ping withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and with a panicked scream, he rolled out.

Click!

But the initiator who hooked Chen Ping's ass pocket didn't seem to have the intention of letting go, causing the gap in his pants to be too big.

Chen Ping, regardless of so much, unbuttoned his pants and quickly took them off, rolled directly to the ever-bright lamp, panting heavily, his heart was shocked, his legs were like lead, and he couldn't move a step.

Chen Ping, who was frightened, knelt on the ground weakly, the air returned to tranquility, and nothing cannibalistic appeared from the darkness. It seems that the sound just now is like a wave that falls in the long river of time, and only a small ripple is insignificant.

Scare yourself?

With the passage of time, his strength returned from limbs to five bones, and Chen Ping slowly calmed down from his panic, vaguely feeling that there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, and the top of his head seemed to be getting more and more wet.

The itching sensation came from the wound, and Chen Ping subconsciously buckled it with his hand, it was sticky, and there was a small trickle coming out.

It should be, just frightened, didn't pay attention to the scar on the head, and accidentally bumped, causing the wound to crack.

Fortunately, there was gauze wrapped around his head, and although there was blood, fortunately, the wound was not very serious and should be able to stop.

Anyway, it's not how much blood has been shed, this little blood, the right to give it away!

Chen Ping doesn't brag about anything, just by virtue of his blood, there is really no one who can compare to him.

Thinking about the year, in order to donate blood, I was stunned, smoked a few 400 milliliters, and my feet were not soft and my legs were not numb.

After staying for a while, Chen Ping sighed helplessly, and decided to go behind Black Maitreya to take a look, after all, his pants were still there.

The pants are not very important, mainly the photo of the pleats, which means a lot to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping picked up the green lantern on the ground, shook it step by step, and slowly walked inside, rubbing all his fear into his steps, like a patient with Parkinson's, trembling.