Rumbling thunder rang out one after another, each deafening. The lightning branches of the sky spread, and soon spread across half of the sky. The light of the lightning flickered brightly and darkly, red and white, suddenly bright and dazzling like day, and suddenly returned to darkness and nothingness.

If someone stood on the top of Qingyun Mountain and looked up, they might feel that the lines of lightning were like bloodshot in some giant's eyeballs when they turned red, and they were about to burst open with some kind of rage.

But at this time, the top of Qingyun Mountain was silent, not only was there no trace, but even the bodies of wild beasts and birds, even beasts and birds, were nowhere to be seen.

The sky was pressed very low in the lightning and thunder, and there was a posture of approaching downward, while the Qingyun Mountain below was silent, standing, and acting indifferent.

Descending from the top of the mountain, there is a rugged mountain road that seems to be absent. At a corner of the road, not too far from the top, there was a narrower and more rugged fork that led to a clearing, littered with rocks and no grass.

At this moment, on a stone in the corner of the clearing, there was a child who looked like he was about seven or eight years old. The reason why I say that I am lying on my stomach is that it is not so much a child on the stone as a small corpse. The limbs hung limply, motionless, and there was no sign of life, and only half of his body was on the stone, and only a sharp corner of the stone hung on the placket of his clothes did not fall on the gravel floor, and under the stone, a pool of blood mixed with rain meandered in the crevice of the gravel.

Although the lightning and thunder were still fierce at this time, not a drop of rain was gone. The storm only began for a few breaths, and stopped before the dense foliage of the giant trees was still wet. It is estimated that only in this bare open space, there is no shelter, and it is poured right in those few breaths.

The child on the stone was indeed alive because one of the fingers of his hanging hand suddenly moved.

Jiang Jiutian was actually still unconscious, but he seemed to be able to feel the thunder, the lightning. The vibrations caused by the thunder seemed to reach his body, exploding in his internal organs. And the light of the lightning flickering, even when he was leaning on the stone and being obscured by his hair face down, seemed to penetrate the eyelids of the corners of his eyes and scurry in his eyeballs. But he was immersed in a numb chaos, and neither thunder nor lightning could make him react.

The thunder and lightning seemed to have finally exhausted its strength, and the sound faded away, and the branches of the lightning began to retract. However, in this retraction, one of the branches suddenly poked down, quickly passed through the top of Qingyun Mountain, and drilled into the bare clearing, as if it was attracted, and rushed towards Jiang Jiutian, fleeting, and disappeared.

Jiang Jiutian was hit by a sharp pain, and the sharp pain seemed to have a long needle, piercing from the sole of his foot to his brain, and during the puncture process, it also rotated and tore, stirring his soul.

In the severe pain, a trace of unwillingness was drawn out of nowhere, and this unwillingness stimulated Jiang Jiutian's line of clarity, and this line of clarity and faint consciousness tried to move the next finger, and then followed that finger to expand and spread, trying to mobilize the flesh and bones of the body. He finally moved his whole body, and this time he broke the fragile balance that had been pulled by the hem of his clothes, and he rolled limply onto the gravel floor, and a greater pain swept over him, which was more external.

Jiang Jiutian woke up, his eyes half-open, his body curled up, and woke up. But he didn't know who he was, why he was here, what he had to do, where he was going.

He knew that his name was Jiang Jiutian, but he didn't even know where the idea of calling him Jiang Jiutian came from, and he didn't know anything except that his name was Jiang Jiutian.

There was no pain in the whole body, the bones seemed to be broken, the waist was wet and sticky, and the whole body seemed to be covered with small wounds, which were hot. Ignoring the pain around him, he tried to concentrate and try to come up with something about himself, but in vain.

Jiang Jiutian looked at his little hand and felt that his hand should not be so small, and his whole person should not be so small. He didn't know if he really shouldn't have such small hands, the whole person shouldn't be so small, he just felt this way. And he, I don't know where this feeling comes from.

He gave up his futile efforts to remember, and rolled his eyes to look around, the dim sky, the large and small rocks around him, the gravel ground in the middle of the rubble, none of which gave him any clues. His stomach rumbled, and he realized that he was not only in pain and weak, but also hungry.

Jiang Jiutian tried to sit up, and then slowly stood up, he saw that the sand, gravel and soil walls on the hillside behind him had traces of messy dragging, and not far up the hillside, where it was no longer bare, there were some obvious messy broken branches in the small bushes facing him. He guessed that the injuries around his body were caused by rolling down the hillside.

But guessing the source of the injury didn't make his situation any better. He grabbed a thin stick that had fallen from it and struggled to move down what looked like a rough path ahead.

By the time Jiang Jiutian laboriously moved to the intersection of the rugged trail and a road that looked wider than the downhill road, the sky was already bright. He stood at the intersection and looked around blankly, not knowing which direction to go. You can see the end in the direction of the mountain, and you can't see where you can turn a short distance in the direction of the mountain that winds in the direction of the mountain. Although his tattered clothes had dried and were no longer clinging to his body, the constant pain and hunger made every moment unbearable.

A faint scent of the downward direction made a decision for him, and he slowly walked down the hill with a thin wooden stick in one hand and a miscellaneous tree on the side of the road in the other.

Bypassing the corner he saw before, he walked forward for a short while, followed the fragrance into a path, and turned to a fork in the road along the path, Jiang Jiutian was already almost fainting, crumbling, all hanging by the fragrance, and walking forward numbly by virtue of this body.

It is also strange to say, from the beginning when Jiang Jiutian was attracted by the fragrance and walked down, the fragrance along the way was neither stronger nor lighter, but it always seemed that Jiang Jiutian knew clearly which direction the fragrance came from and which direction he should go. In this process, Jiang Jiutian couldn't think of anything else except the fragrance. According to Jiang Jiutian's state, he should have been unable to hold on, but he has been walking for a long time, although it is difficult and slow, he has always persevered and not fallen. It seems that the fragrance not only hangs him all the way forward to find the source, but also hangs his spirit, making him faint and not faint after all, and crumbling but not falling after all.