Chapter 259: Under the Flower and Fruit Mountain

Heaven is fair, when a door is opened for you, it will naturally close a window for you, and in the same way, even if you feel that you have no way out, if you look around carefully, you can always find something.

Just like the current Huaguo Mountain, a woodcutter happened to be chopping wood, and accidentally fell into the cliff, thinking of dying, but he didn't expect that there was someone under him who used him as a meat pad.

Resisting 85 percent of the impact, the woodcutter fortunately only suffered a slight injury, not fatal, but the woodcutter's head still kept coming out of the stars, death has never been so close to him, and during the period of falling off the cliff, he still thought that if he did not die, he would definitely give his family a good future.

It's nice to imagine, sometimes it doesn't look so bad, and the woodcutter is safe and sound after feeling a shock of blood and qi on the meat pad.

"I'm not dead?" the woodcutter looked around in a daze, and found that this was under the cliff where he often chopped wood, and it was usually dark here, and he couldn't see anything.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an object blocking him underneath him, maybe he would have just fallen into the flesh.

"What is it?" the woodcutter pressed the softer object under him and got up, although the thing under him was extremely hard, like gold and iron, but in the real sense, the texture was completely different from ordinary metal.

It was pitch black, and it was hard to see clearly, and although the sun was shining brightly, many of the cliff branches and leaves blocked out much of the light, so he couldn't see what had saved his life.

All the way down, the woodcutter suddenly touched something, and startled him! He also had that thing, so he kept crawling backwards in terror.

"Die... Dead man?" the woodcutter was terrified and hurriedly retreated, there was only one explanation for the appearance of humans in such a place, that is, people who had fallen off the cliff as unfortunate as him, such a high height, could only be dead.

Wrong!

The woodcutter calmed down, and he began to analyze: there is no so-called dead man's cold feeling when you touch it just now, and although your body is hard, it is not as stiff as a dead man.

He stretched out his fingers to find the tip of the nose of the person under him, reached out and probed, and found that there was still breathing, but this breath was extremely weak, as if there was none, and he couldn't find it if he didn't look carefully.

"Not dead yet!" the woodcutter was pleasantly surprised, and he began to think about how to get out of this hellish place, there was no doubt that this mountain was a place he frequented, but the cliffs here were not at all familiar, so he needed to find a way out.

"How do I get around here?" the woodcutter carried the unconscious man on his shoulder, and it felt very light, not at all like an adult's body, as if it were a newborn child.

The woodcutter was not quick to follow a sheep's gut path, for he had to watch out for any traps and potholes on the ground.

After moving forward in the dark for a while, the woodcutter's luck was not bad, and he found an exit to the outside of the mountain, walked out of the cliff, and walked towards his home.

Greeting the long-lost sunshine, the woodcutter saw clearly the appearance of the person on his shoulder, it was actually a young man, and his face looked very young, no more than twenty years old at most.

But the injuries on his body looked extremely serious, the flesh turned out, and blood was still bleeding in many places, the most serious wound was on his back, the flesh was blurred, and in some places the bone was already visible.

"It's all going to come back to life. The woodcutter was secretly frightened, it was impossible for a normal person to be affected by a mountain of this magnitude and fall off the cliff without dying, but the person on his shoulder still had breathing, and his vitality was really very tenacious.

The person he was carrying on his shoulders was Zhang Yang, in fact, Zhang Yang did not fall from the cliff, but fell from a height of 10,000 meters.

The self-detonation of the half-step immortal demon, this power is more powerful than any Mahayana period attack, and from another level, I am afraid that it has reached the attack of the immortal to a certain extent.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Yang's frenzied battle life had not disappeared, this self-detonation impact would be enough to kill him directly, and there would not even be ashes left.

The woodcutter carried Zhang Yang back to his home step by step, his family lives in Xinglang Village under Huaguo Mountain, there are not many residents here, life and the like are chopping firewood as supplies, just happened to such a thing, I don't know if this is Zhang Yang's luck, or he is unlucky.

"Wife, I'm back. Lin Cheng shouted loudly as soon as he came back.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand, and when she saw Lin Cheng carrying a dead man back, she was shocked: "What are you doing? ”

Lin Cheng hurriedly explained: "He is not a dead man, he still breathes. ”

So, Lin Cheng told Zhou Cuihua about his previous experience, and after listening to it, Zhou Cuihua didn't dislike Zhang Yang anymore, after all, he took his husband's life.

Helping Zhang Yang to lie down in the room, Lin Cheng took off Zhang Yang's torn clothes, and looked at the countless scars on his body, large and small, Lin Cheng took a breath of cool air.

There are many scars on the back, I am afraid that there are hundreds of large and small, but now that the wounds have scabbed, I have to say that Zhang Yang's physical fitness is extremely strong, and the recovery of the injury is also very fast.

I made a basin of hot water and took a towel to wipe all the dried blood stains on Zhang Yang's body, and by the time the blood stains were all wiped off, the water in the basin had already turned into blood.

Zhou Cuihua walked in at this time, looked at Zhang Yang who was lying on the boat, and asked, "Whose child is this, how could he be so seriously injured?"

Zhou Cuihua, the people in the entire Xinglang Village, knew him, his face was very unfamiliar, he had never seen it at all, and he was so seriously injured that he was still able to hang his breath and not die, and I don't know whether he should be said to be lucky or lucky.

"I don't know, I guess I fell off a cliff. Lin Cheng thought for a moment, and then said.

Zhou Cuihua nodded, and now it can only be explained in this way, maybe it is because of the fact that a lot of branches on the cliff were scraped in the process of falling.

"Let's put him with us first, and then you can go and find the doctor at the village health center, it's pitiful." Zhou Cuihua couldn't bear it, she also had a son herself, but she studied in the county, and she usually only went home once a month, and every time she came and went in a hurry, she missed her son a little bit when she saw Zhang Yang's young face.

"Okay, I'll go later. Lin Cheng nodded.