On the left was a rich tomb, which he didn't want to, but on the right? Maybe it should be a barren tomb.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you have to fight for it, even if that hope seems likely to be disappointment, even if it turns out to be nothing more than a self-defeating extravagance.

However, even if you give up, you have to have disappointment and extravagant expectations in front of you.

He moved slowly to the right.

Every time he moved, his whole body was in severe pain, and several times, he almost fainted in pain, he bit his dry lips tightly, and used his willpower to support him desperately, he didn't dare to close his eyes, even for a moment, it was likely that he would never be able to open them again.

He used his hands and feet together, moving towards the goal he had set in his heart.

He felt that he was about to lose his support, and felt that he had been climbing for a long, long time, but his goal was still so far away, still so far away.

He didn't dare to pause to look behind him to see how far he had crawled, he didn't have the strength to do it anymore, all his strength had to be concentrated towards the goal he had already set.

There's no extra energy to waste.

In the faint light of the sky reflected at the mouth of the crypt, the figure of a child lay on the ground, still seemingly immobile, but after a long time, he actually moved some distance.

He had no more strength left to do so, and all his strength had to be concentrated towards the goal that had been set.

Is this what a child should have?

No.

But Xiao B has.

He overcame physical pain, endured psychological struggles, and he still moved his body like a thousand pounds desperately.

Inch by inch, he left a deep mark on the ground, although not long.

When it was dark and the crypt was completely dark, he continued his business.

There is no voice, not even a humble life, in the dark corners of this world.

If there is life, I am afraid that there is only one Xiao Yi, but he is by no means humble.

Fatigue, hunger, pain, and thirst tormented his dying life, but he still clenched his teeth and did not hesitate.

It was late at night, and sleep tortured him again, but he didn't dare to let himself fall asleep.

He knew that once he couldn't hold it up and fell asleep, it would be the end for him forever.

Sleep forever in this crypt.

He didn't dare to sleep, and the pain of the moment also resisted his sleepy nerves.

So, all night, all night when the light was gone, his head was dizzy and semi-conscious, but his movements remained unchanged, and he was always struggling towards his goal.

He no longer felt hungry, all his life force was concentrated on his limbs, and he struggled towards his goal.

The crypt was dark and bright, and light and dark, and I don't know how much time passed, but he finally approached the edge of the cave on the left.

Hardly leaving himself a moment to think, he climbed into the cave almost without hesitation.

There were several times when he almost couldn't hold it anymore and gave up, and at this time, it was much easier to give up than to do anything.

Occasionally, a thought would pop into his mind: Is it meaningful for him to do this? Will it end up being a helpless futile effort? Is it superfluous for him to do so?

Anyway, it seems that the future is already supposed to be destroyed, is it still necessary for me to suffer like this? In the moment before I die, do I still want to let myself suffer such torture?

But this thought flashed in a flash, and then it was replaced by another very strong survival instinct of his own.

He continued his struggle.

The caverns are darker.

His eyes had completely lost their function.

The cave is a pothole in the ground, which is more difficult to walk than from the outside.

He gritted his teeth and groped his way forward.

The palm of his hand was propped up on the sand, and the blood had already grinded out, and with each little bit of progress, the pain in his heart spread like an electric shock.

I wonder if this cave will suddenly come to an abrupt end in the course of his journey, and there will be no way out, and then his fate will come to an end, because he has no faith in returning.

I don't know how long this cave is, and whether he can sustain it all the way?

And I don't know what awaits me in this cave? Beast? Then my fate will end in the saddest of sorrows.

Little by little, he moved his body, his eyes half-squinted, looking for a possible light source.

The world was completely dark, but his heart would not give in, and the fire of light in his heart was still burning.

It felt like it had been a long, long time, but the cave seemed to stretch down endlessly, with no end.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly heard a trace of sound.

His spirits were lifted.

His facial features seemed to be much duller.

It took a long, long time to hear the voice, and his heart was stirring.

The sound of water, the sound turned out to be the sound of flowing water.

The cells of his whole body swelled, and his life seemed to have been stabbed suddenly, and all his vitality was suddenly excited.

There is the sound of water flowing.

The sudden passion made him desperately crawl towards the commotion, and he told himself that he must hold on, he must, his nerves were about to collapse, he had to hold on, and in that moment, all his vitality was mobilized.

He crept in that direction.

There seemed to be a slight light in front of me, but I still couldn't see it very clearly.

The sound of the water was getting louder and louder, and he held all his thoughts, putting even the last shred of willpower on his limbs, and he used his elbows, knees, elbows, and elbows to the ground, staggering towards the direction like madness.

Intense exercise consumes the physical energy of life very quickly.

Finally, in a faint glimmer of light that came from nowhere, as the sound of running water gradually became louder, a small river that slowly passed and flowed in front of him.

When his chapped lips touched the cool water, all his struggles disappeared in an instant, he could no longer support his meager will, his face was immersed in the stream, his consciousness suddenly became hollow, and he fainted.

In the dream, he gulped down water, but he never drank enough, and he always felt thirsty and unbearable.

He gulped down the water, but he didn't know why it didn't quench his thirst, and his throat was still on fire.

And after an unknown number of hours, when the cold water of the stream soaked him, he found himself still lying in the stream.

His head tilted crookedly to one side, half of his face completely submerged in the stream.

I'm alive.

His first reaction was.