After setting the road sign again, Phil looked up at the fire in his hand, and it did not dim significantly, but burned very vigorously, and occasionally there were sparks beating, proving that the ventilation design of this mine was quite good back then.

Intermittently, Phil had been walking for half an hour, his strength had dropped imperceptibly, and some of the intensified breathing sounds particularly poignant in such a quiet darkness.

He judged that he was already very close to the location of his target, because there were fewer and fewer footprints on the ground along the road, and he had encountered several dead ends, so he had to turn around to find a new path.

Looking at the arrow-shaped nuts at his feet, Phil realized that the exploration of this branch road was over, which was a good thing.

He leaned down and left an X-shaped mark at the fork in the road, which was clearly a dead end.

"Jasmine! little Duke!" Phil, feeling hope, began to cry out loudly, the sound hitting the dark cave wall, echoing in gusts, and the fine dust was lifted into the air by the hurried footsteps, choking him violently.

Wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and wiping his sweat, Phil suddenly felt as if something flashed in front of him.

He hurriedly moved the fire fold in that direction, but it was empty and black, and there was nothing.

Secretly scolding his suspicions, he continued to walk forward, constantly calling out the names of the two children.

At this moment, he vaguely heard what seemed to be a voice, and if he listened closely, it seemed to be the cry of a little girl.

I finally found it, but I don't know if it's one or two together.

Phil quickened his pace and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Jasmine, Jasmine, I'm here?" the little girl's cry became clearer and clearer, causing Phil's uncle's soul to burn with it.

After turning a corner again, we came to a relatively spacious cavern.

In the corner of the shadows, a thin figure was squatting on the ground, with its head buried in its arms, choking in fear.

"Jasmine!" Phil rushed up, taking the little girl in his arms, trying to comfort her.

Startled by the sudden touch, the little girl struggled hard, and only fell silent when it was Phil's voice.

Immediately, the little girl grabbed Phil's waist and cried loudly.

Phil hurried to reassure, rubbing pity on her dirty hair, trying to soothe the little girl's agitation.

There was no way, there was a sharp pain in the fat on the waist, and it seemed that it had been scratched by the little girl's long nails.

The old man also hurts, and the little fat man at this moment wants to cry without tears.

Unfortunately, there was only one person and a fire fold thrown on the ground, and it seemed that little Duke was not unprepared.

Although he complained about the stinky boy with a cold face, Phil's face was a little better when he saw him leave the fire fold for Jasmine.

"My brother was suppressed, and I came out to find someone. The little girl, who had just calmed down, became excited again, and the corners of her mouth, which had been just choked, bent down again, and tears flowed down her dirty little face.

Hold it down? Phil's heart chuckled, as if things were going in the direction of collapse.

Pick Jasmine's fire fold from the ground and let her hold it in her hand, while Phil holds the other hand.

In the dark cave, a little firelight and the warmth of the palm of the hand can comfort a frightened heart more than words.

"Little Duke!"

"Brother!"

Two voices, one thick and one thin, resounded in the dim mine, and although Jasmine couldn't remember the path she had taken, there were very few forks in the road here.

After a few more minutes of walking, just as Jasmine began to sob again in despair, the cries of the two were finally answered.

"Jasmine, is that you? Jasmine. ”

This is supposed to be a transit node in the mine, much taller and more spacious than the previous low mine.

At the junction of the two sections of the mine, the thick wooden frame had been a little deformed, and Phil looked at it, there was no newly turned sand, it must have been like this a long time ago.

There was a row of thick wooden stakes standing next to the wall, but near the mine road, several of them fell to the ground diagonally, and an equally dirty figure was lying on the ground at this moment, with its legs pressed under the stakes.

It was little Duke that the two were looking for.

When she heard the response, Jasmine shook off Phil's hand, rushed up to hug little Duke and began to cry.

This made the embarrassed little man lying on the ground at a loss, and his hands stained with dark slag and dust wiped in vain on the little girl's face, but tears mixed with dust, making the little girl's face more and more unsightly.

Phil's old husband still didn't want to see little Duke, and he didn't come forward to disturb this touching scene.

It's just that although Duke Jr.'s state is embarrassed, he seems to be in good spirits and should not be seriously injured.

It's not too bad.

I don't know how Xiao Gao Leng comforted her, Jasmine, who was originally concentrating on crying, suddenly began to fight wildly.

She cursed loudly in her mouth, not at all cute and sweet as she had in her previous impression, but like a shrew.

The sharp little claws waved up and down, and in a short time, little Duke's hair was dusty.

Phil amusedly hugged Jasmine away, this place is really not a place for slapstick.

In the effort just now, Phil had already figured out that the thick wooden stakes were tilted into a row, and it seemed that they were accidentally touched by the two people who were panicked, so it caused a chain reaction.

Fortunately, it didn't hit Duke Jr. in a real way, but formed a narrow angle with the wall of the cave, barely locking his calf.

Injuries were inevitable, but there did not appear to be a serious fracture.

Xiao Gao Leng finally remembered someone. "Why are you here? You're alone?" his voice was a little hoarse, but he was full of energy,

Just why does it sound a little disgusting?

"I'm here to save Jasmine, you're just piggybacking. Phil was not angry and choked back.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the shoulder by Jasmine, which is a typical differential treatment, which makes Phil cry and laugh.

Despite his bad attitude, he should still be saved, and Phil silently persuaded himself not to be like a little child.

"What does it feel like in your legs, can you still move?"

"I don't know if it's broken, it hurts, and I can't do it. Duke Jr. then explained how the accident happened.

Sure enough, the two of them were desperately looking for the direction to go out, and in the dim light of the fire, they accidentally tripped and fell on a wooden stake, and their weight caused a chain reaction.

Fortunately, little Duke hastily pulled Jasmine away, but his own calf was suppressed.

Phil handed all three of the fire folds to Jasmine, pulled up his cuffs, and knelt on the ground to observe.

The right leg is pressed near the ankle and appears to be only a little slit.

There is no blood stains and the smell of blood, fortunately it is not an open wound, so there is no need to worry about blood loss and infection for the time being.

Phil pressed it, a little red and bruised, and couldn't tell if it was a fracture.

Each of the wooden piles has the thickness of Phil's waist, more than two meters long, and the material is fine and compact, so it looks like the weight should not be light.

That's a bit of a bad luck.

The pillars at the entrance of the passage look sturdy, and although they are a little sloping, there is no sign of collapse.

There are no obvious cracks and deformations in the surrounding cave walls, indicating that the geological structure is quite stable, and there is no need to worry about the danger of collapse for the time being.

The question is whether Phil has the ability to lift the stake and free Little Duke's shins.

Using the clumsiest method, Phil started with the top stakes and moved them one by one.

But he is too ambitious, and he seems to have forgotten that he is just a little Zhengtai who is less than eight years old, and he is also a stunted Xiaozhengtai.

The first stake had already made him panting, the second was sweating profusely, and a fishy breath came out of his throat, and when he moved the third one, his arms and legs trembled even more, and he almost hit his own feet.

The white blonde hair was wet with sweat, as if it had lost its luster, and the wisps were sticking to the big fat face, and the little fat man could only gasp and sit on the stake to recover his strength.

I also took out some nuts from my pocket and gave them to the two children, who had been hungry for a long time.

Finally, the last one, the stake that held down Little Duke.

But he was almost out of strength, and he couldn't move even a little bit with the power of the wilderness.

Phil didn't care about his clothes, and lay on the ground, only to find that perhaps it was because of the struggle of little Duke or the smashing of several other wooden stakes, which had formed an angle between the column, the wall, and the ground, and was firmly stuck here.

Things seem to have reached an impasse, the reality that his heart is higher than the sky, and his strength is thinner than paper makes the little fat man a little depressed, so he can only hold his fists and suppress the trembling caused by the detachment.