His throat and eyes were so thirsty that he felt like he was about to burst into flames, but in the end, a few sour fruits that he put away had a great effect.

"Take Jasmine out first, and then save me when the adults come. Little Duke lay on the ground and stubbornly raised his little face and said to Fill.

This is definitely the wisest choice at the moment, but someone who has been carried away by the blood does not seem to intend to give up the effort.

"How do your legs feel right now? "Let's make sure the injury is there enough time to wait for help.

The situation is really not good, according to the description of little Duke, after the first sharp pain, he can still move his ankle.

But as I was pressed for longer and longer, I now felt no pain at all, but I felt cold and numb, and I couldn't feel my calves.

Phil didn't study medicine and couldn't tell if he had a fracture.

However, judging from the loss of consciousness, there is a possibility of squeezed muscle atrophy or necrosis.

Even according to the plot of the medical American drama he watched in his previous life, long-term squeezing, the accumulation of toxins in the injured part of his leg may also lead to the disorder of blood electrolytes in the whole body in the later stage, which is life-threatening.

He didn't know how long this long-term term meant, and he didn't know whether the plot of the American drama was reliable, but looking at the painful but stubborn little face on the ground, an indescribable feeling still filled his heart.

If he hadn't died in his previous life, his children would have been so old now.

It would take half an hour to go out and come back, and he couldn't take a step to leave such a young child in this cold and dark mine.

Phil only felt a rush of heat from his heart to his brain, washing away the slightest hesitation.

Telling Jasmine to raise the flame a little higher, Phil searched around the spot, and finally found a thinner stick, probably a little thicker than his arm.

Then he took out the stick he had brought into the hole and scraped it vigorously on the ground beside Little Duke's legs.

The ground was covered with gravel and slag, and after years of operation in the mine, it was so strong that it took Phil a full ten minutes to dig a small trench less than two fingers deep.

Phil tossed the stick aside, picked up the sturdy stick, and inserted the thinner end diagonally into the small trench he had just dug.

Then he took the stake with both hands, let it turn from side to side in the ditch, and struck it with the stone for a few more minutes before finally reaching the bottom of the gap half a foot long by the side of Little Duke's legs.

As if he was not at ease, he smashed a flat stone under the gap in the stake.

In this move, Phil took off his already dirty coat and wrapped it around the top of the stake.

Spat in the palm of his hand, rubbed it left and right, and said hello to little Duke to get him ready.

He lowered his waist, wrapped his arms around the place where his coat was wrapped, and let out a low cry and jerked upward.

The creaking moans of wood and two still slightly immature roars echoed in the dim silence of the mine, and the little fat man gritted his teeth and hugged the stake tightly with his arms.

The big fat face was flushed, and the green tendons suddenly appeared, as if the blood from all over the body was rushing to his head.

Seeing that the gap was being raised and expanded little by little, little Duke could already feel a little looser.

He reluctantly changed his position, keeping his feet as parallel to the stake as possible, and jerked out in sharp pain.

It's already at the ankle level, but the height of the gap is still a little bit off.

At this time, the little fat man was so suffocated that he couldn't roar, his arms and legs were shaking violently, but his strength was losing rapidly.

He didn't dare to speak, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard, lest the breath in his chest would be leaked, and it would fall short, and even more seriously, it would cause secondary damage to little Duke.

The little fat man's eyes widened, and his gums were bitten and gurgling, and there was a hint of blood, but it still didn't help.

A wave of remorse welled up in his heart, blaming himself for being too impulsive and not doing his best.

At this critical juncture.

As if irritated by this chagrin, suddenly, another new force spread over this immature body.

This power came out of nowhere, like a stream of heat, rushing towards his arms, rushing to his waist and abdomen, and rushing to his legs.

If Jasmine pays attention to this time, she will find that Phil's originally bloodshot eyes have returned to their pure blue, and in the dim mine, they exude a faint brilliance like two sapphires.

I heard him shout, and the stake that held down Little Duke was jerked up a few centimeters.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, little Duke ignored the pain in his leg, stretched his arms back, and finally pulled the injured leg out of the gap.

After this jerk, Phil finally heard Jasmine's cheers, and as soon as his mind was relieved, the wooden bar smashed to the ground with a loud noise, and the whole person sat down directly.

No one noticed that with his final outburst, the large stake that had crushed Little Duke's calf, stuck in the part of the wall, scraped a long, deep groove in the hard wall of the hole.

Jasmine looked at the two brothers in front of her, didn't know which one to comfort first, and cried and laughed.

Feeling a little regained, Phil stood up tremblingly on his stake, his hands trembling all the time, completely unable to exert his strength.

He instructed Jasmine to place the thin stick diagonally in the corner of the wall, step on it in two with his feet, and twist it into a rope with his clothes, and tie the two sticks symmetrically to the wound on Little Duke's calf, one after the other.

I don't know if there is a fracture, but I can only assume the worst-case scenario.

It was only at this time that the three children, two men and one woman, had the opportunity to look at each other's embarrassed appearance, and laughed together.

It's finally time to get out.

Phil let Jasmine walk in front with the fire fold, and he himself let little Duke wrap his arms around his shoulders and bounce forward with what little good leg was left.

Although the mine is very narrow, it is still possible for two small children to be two in parallel.

Every time he arrived at the intersection, Phil would instruct Jasmine to look for the road signs on the ground and determine the right direction.

Although little Duke is not very old, after all, he is a head taller than Phil, and his weight is not light, which makes his chest stuffy and a little breathless.

After turning a few intersections, perhaps because he didn't go the wrong way, or perhaps because of the joy after the victory, Phil felt a lot faster than when he came in.

It's just that it seems to be infected by Little Duke's bad luck, and seeing that things are about to end smoothly without danger, Phil heard Jasmine, who was walking in the front, exclaimed, and suddenly took a step back, and Phil and Little Duke, who were caught off guard, were knocked to the ground.

The fire folds that Jasmine was holding in her hand fell to the ground, and one of them rolled to the side with a grunt.

Through the flickering firelight, a huge black shadow appeared in the middle of the mine in the darkness ahead.

I saw this black shadow rushing over quickly, grabbing the fire fold that had rolled into the corner in his hand.

As he got closer to the light source and the shadow got smaller and smaller, Phil finally saw who he was.

It was certain that it was a man, not a so-called monster that Mackay described as terrifying, even though the man looked like a monster.

The monster couldn't tell if it was male or female, about the same height as little Duke, but very thin.

He was wearing a gray-black dress, and he couldn't tell if it was dirty, or if the original color of the clothes was like this.

But it was obviously worn for a long time, it was tattered, and the fabric was very thin, barely covering the body.

Dirty hair is knotted, I don't know how long it has been since I washed it properly, and I can smell a strong fishy smell in the distance.

Under the cover of hair, it is a face with red and black.

It's good to be human, and relying on communication to solve problems is more suitable for the current situation of the three than fighting.

The three of them confronted the strange man opposite, and only little Duke muttered in Phil's ear, "It's a prairie man."

He recognized the stranger's heels from the apparently distinctive complexion.

Phil chuckled in his heart, the steppe people are the mortal enemies of the Ward people, and the two populations have been fighting on the southeast border for thousands of years.

At least half of the horror stories of parents scaring children in Lok Ma are related to steppe wolves.

If it is a story that celebrates heroes, almost all the villains are steppe people.

But why did a prairie man appear in a small mine outside the town of Lokma?

If Duke Jr. is not injured at this time, Phil is not out of strength, and there is no need to fear the other party at all.

The weak physique of the steppe people could not compete with the body of the Ward people and the monsters, even if the two of them were only less than ten years old, they still had the strength to fight.