107

Almost four hours later.

Noon.

No return under the bridge.

Under the bridge is a dry river beach that is often washed away by torrential rains and floods, and there are only rocks and dry waters.

At both ends of the bridge, there are vertical and concave cliffs, and on the hard rocks, there is almost no grass vegetation, and there is not a single grove of trees. There is no chance of survival for anyone who falls off the bridge, because there is no condition under the bridge for luck and miracles to happen.

Looking at the bridge of no return from the bottom up, it is like looking at the south gate of the Tiangong in the world, only to feel that the bridge is in the clouds and mist, ethereal and hazy.

Lao Dao and the old nun searched for the white snow that jumped off the bridge of no return last night.

Nature got nothing. The two were puzzled.

"I can't see anyone alive, I can't see a corpse when I jump from such a high place, and I don't even have a trace of blood, how is it possible? Even my sister and I can't do it. The old man said to the old nun, "Is she in the heavens?"

"Will she be snatched and eaten by wolves or other wild beasts?" the old nun guessed casually.

"If she is really the 'Ghost Valley' poisonous girl Bai Ruxue, then what beast can eat her? And what beast can bite her without killing her immediately? Even if she is not a poisonous girl Bai Ruxue, just an ordinary female corpse that fell off the bridge and died, it is impossible for the beast to eat not even the bones left, at least there should be a brain shell left! Also, have you ever seen a beast that eats even clothes, pants, and hair?"

The old way is confused but unwilling. He looked around, then looked up at the Bridge of No Return a few more times. Looking at the dense branches of Teng vines at the bottom of the bridge of no return, he thought thoughtfully. He knew that the vine branches grew from the mountains and forests at both ends of the bridge, and extended through the bridge body and guardrails, and over time, the vine branches on both sides became entangled with each other, forming a cushion woven from the vine branches at the bottom of the bridge, as if they were supporting the bridge of no return......

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