Meng Qianzi left the cave and tried to stay away from the entrance of the cave, so that the passing mountain wind could wash the smelly nose so as not to affect the following tracking, so he called Xian Qionghua again.

Xian Qionghua hasn't fallen asleep yet, of course, how can she sleep? She is still covering the news: It's okay if Meng Qianzi doesn't have any trouble, but if something happens, she will be the first person in charge.

No wonder most people are unwilling to take responsibility. It is too painful before the dust is settled.

She quickly answered the phone: "Zi Jie'er, do you want a backup?"

Meng Qianzi said: "No, you can enter the mountain, they can't keep up with me."

Can't keep up...

Xian Qionghua immediately reacted: "Did you use Shanfeng? Do you really want your legs?"

People who use the mountain wind to move with the smell are quite fast, and ordinary people can't catch up at all. Xian Qionghua is just worried about her legs, vigorous exercise, and muscle tearing. What's going on?

Meng Qianzi looked down at her legs: "It doesn't matter. Now that the technology is so developed, it may be better than the original ones when installing multi-functional legs... Qi Mom, please contact Zong Hang."

This happened, Xian Qionghua sat up straight without realizing it.

"Ask him how many people were there in the last camp, the missing water ghost. I suspect some of them have been..."

She paused for a moment, not knowing what words were good to use: "They have been taken over by the body. These people attacked Jiang Lian and the others - they are not likely to attack the camp, but you also have to be more vigilant. From now on, I will send you the positioning of the veins every half an hour. If you need help, I will contact you again."

Before Xian Qionghua could respond, the phone had already hung up.

***

Meng Qianzi first sent out her current positioning, let out a long breath, moved her shoulders and neck, and then followed the taste again.

The smell was very light, but fortunately it was like a flexible gossip. Although it was suddenly lost, it was standing still and sniffed from all sides and then quickly connected. The direction was still the same. It seemed that the destination of Kunlun Mountain would not be wrong.

Meng Qianzi's thoughts were slightly moved: These former water ghosts obviously came out of the drifting cave. According to the charlatan's idea, after the drifting cave did not drift, they were likely to live in Kunlun. Now these monsters are moving towards Kunlun again, and Sima suddenly saw blood in the search mountain on the other end of Kunlun...

Will the two be related?

She just found it incredible: the two places are hundreds of kilometers apart, and they can't get there for a day when driving.

...

Just as he was climbing over a mountain, Meng Qianzi suddenly stopped, after a while, he turned sideways and sniffed again.

It has a bloody smell, is quite strong and not cool. It does not have the smell of animals, so it should be humans.

Meng Qianzi hesitated for a moment, but turned to follow the bloody smell.

After walking for about a kilometer, there were more and more rocks. Occasionally, when I stepped on it, there would be talcs rolling down. Meng Qianzi had to take out the flashlight to light. In the light, she saw the white air she exhaled: it was getting colder and colder. Bayankala was a series of folded mountains. The higher the mountain, the colder it was. It was common for a mountain to have four seasons. Cattle and sheep were walking around at the foot of the mountain, with green grass, and rain and snow on top.

Soon, she saw a winding crack in the mountains, which was about twenty meters long and uncertain in width, with a narrowest point of more than ten centimeters and less than half a meter widest point, like a slightly opened rock mouth.

This kind of crack is a mountain crack, with complex causes, sometimes due to earthquakes, sometimes due to explosions, and some are just because of too long, and the texture of the mountain naturally cracks - after all, the mountain is like a human. Although it is different from the human life-making dimension, there will always be a day when it is old and collapsed.

She shone the crack with a flashlight. The crack was quite deep and it couldn't be shined for a while. The lightning was traversing her head for a while and suddenly stopped.

At the end of the flashlight, a blood-stained face was covered with wide eyes.

Meng Qianzi's scalp numb and immediately discovered that the man was Wei Biao.

Is this... dead? Her lips were dry and her body stiffened for a second or two.

Fortunately, she soon discovered that Wei Biao was not dead yet, and he was snatching weakly into the air with one arm, as if he was asking someone to save him.

Meng Qianzi took a deep breath and confirmed that there were no large living creatures within two or three miles of radius. He quickly took out the rope from his bag, tied one end to a safe rock, tied the other end over his shoulder, inserted the flashlight into the shoulder buckle, and then went down step by step from the crack.

The closer you get, the more frightened you are.

Obviously, Wei Biao was thrown down from the crack. If it falls to the end, it will inevitably have a brain rupture and die. Fortunately, Wei Biao is tall and big, with a round waist and thick back. The code is more than one or two sizes larger than ordinary people. At the narrowing of the crack, it is stuck, neither up nor down, and is always hanging.

If it were a thin man, I would have seen the King of Hell.

But in this way, the pain also intensified. No one can feel good if he uses the squeeze from his chest and abdomen to hold the weight of his body. Moreover, Wei Biao was injured. Meng Qianzi noticed that he could only make a hoarse hiss in his mouth, and there was no sentence. There should be a big wound on his lower abdomen, which was almost open to expose his intestines. He covered his arms tightly, and his two hanging legs were spasming, as if he wanted to find a location to step on, but there was no standing point under his feet.

This is so bad, it is even worse than being cut alive when you go to hell.

Meng Qianzi's nose felt sour. She quickly took out a tube of glucose from her bag, took out a dagger, cut the tube head with a horizontal knife, fed it to Wei Biao's mouth first, and told him: "Don't talk first, keep your strength."

Then he landed more than a meter and used a dagger to chisel two up and down depressed holes on the opposite mountain wall - the dagger she was given was not as exaggerated as mud, but it was enough to chisel stones and chop them.

After the chiseling was completed, she grabbed Wei Biao's legs with both hands and helped him step on his feet.

At this time, Wei Biao was able to finally get to the point where he could get some pressure on his chest and abdomen. At this time, Wei Biao said that it was the happiest thing in the world. He bit the bottle and exhaled a long breath.

Meng Qianzi took out a bandage wrapped with medicine powder and roughly bandaged him. Then he climbed up along the rope to level with Wei Biao, and stepped on the mountain wall with his right leg to stabilize his body.

The legs were weak, as if their perception was gradually recovering. I reached out to touch them, and a layer of blood leaked from the trousers on my thighs. Meng Qianzi let out a sigh of relief, touched the zipper at the bend of my leg, and pulled the legs apart - fortunately, the clothes I wore were easy to remove, otherwise I would have to take off my pants if I wrapped them in injuries, which was so troublesome.

She wiped off the blood from her legs and bandaged herself. Wei Biao looked at her from the side, her lips twitched slightly, and the tube had some glucose left, and it fell into the depths of the crack without even listening to a sound.

Wei Biao's voice was dry, weak, dull, and he squeezed out from his throat: "Meiying..."

Kuang Meiying?

Meng Qianzi's movements stagnated and raised her head in an instant, forgetting to wrap her injuries.

"Miss Meng, save... save Meiying..."

He spoke too hard, and Meng Qianzi tried his best to ask: "Miying was taken away by those people?"

Wei Biao nodded: "She...she is sick..."

Meng Qianzi felt a cold air rise from her heart: "Is it sick? What kind of disease will the skin crack on its own and it will bleed?"

Wei Biao responded vaguely again.

When this disease is really good at provoking it, Meng Qianzi pondered for a while, lowered her eyes and continued to wrap her wounds: "Don't worry, if you want to kill her, you'll have killed her long ago. If you don't kill her now, it means that you won't be killed for a while."

Moreover, to the bottom of it, Kuang's family and "they" were once the same as each other in ancient times: perhaps because of this relationship, Kuang Meiying can temporarily get it thoroughly.

After bandaging, she took the trouser legs, took out the spare injection, and gave herself a second injection: "Kun's woman's disease will take some time from the onset of the disease to death. It's still time to do something."

She gave herself an intramuscular injection. The moment the needle penetrated the flesh, there was a sharp pain, which was walking along the way, as if she was pulling her heart and pulling it slightly.

Meng Qianzi's voice suddenly trembled, and she tried her best to keep it normal: "I'll ask you, Jiang Lian..."

It would be fine if I didn't ask. When this question asked, Wei Biao's eyes turned red and he said tremblingly: "It's so...suddenly, I want to go back to save him, he had..."

Meng Qianzi said oh, lowered her head and slowly pushed the handle. He heard Wei Biao's murmur in his ears: "We grew up together. Mr. Gan said that it is useless for me to depend on each other. How long has Gan Jia left? I was unable to save him or protect Meiying..."

Pushing the handle to the bottom, Meng Qianzi's vision gradually blurred. She closed her eyes suddenly, opened it again, pulled out the syringe, and threw away the used needle: "This is also impossible. Someone lives and some people die, let's see if they see it."

"I can't save you. I will send the positioning to the Yamado and make a conspicuous mark on the top. You try to save your energy and wait for rescue. There are some situations, please confirm with you - it's convenient to talk, and you just say, it's inconvenient, nod and shake your head, um, or give a look, I can understand."

From Wei Biao's mouth, Meng Qianzi roughly knew what happened after the car was overturned.

At that time, the people in the car ran around and followed the charlatan's advice and ran away as much as possible. No one knew that the driver Sun Yao was hiding and not moving.

Kuang Meiying fainted, and was naturally carried by Wei Biao. He was so panicked that he ran far away. It was at night, and there was no light illuminating him. He didn't know where he ran. Later, he was silent around him and didn't dare to run away, for fear that the sound of panting and clattering footsteps would attract something.

Wei Biao felt that the mountain would be safer than the wilderness. After all, there were some covers and blocks on the mountain, so he walked all the way to the mountain, hoping to find a cave or a place to shelter the wind for a night - things might be easier to handle when it dawn.

He found a shelter from the hillside, hugged Kuang Meiying tightly, and did not dare to close his eyes, and looked around vigilantly.

Because he hadn't been strange, he felt a little relaxed mentally and took a nap in the middle of the night. I don't know when he woke up from a nap, he suddenly found that a strange shadow was erected on the ridge not far ahead.

It was the mantis man. At that time, its limbs were folded, thin and long, with hands and feet on the ground, and a very large head, which looked extremely creepy.

Wei Biao was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe. He secretly thanked that his hiding place was still hidden. The mantis man walked a distance a little closer to the two of them. Fortunately, he didn't find anything and gradually walked away.

Kuang Meiying fell ill at this time.

The tearing of the skin was quite unbearable. Kuang Meiying twitched her arm in her sleep and moaned. Although Wei Biao immediately covered her mouth, the mantis man was still recruited again.

Wei Biao picked up a stone in his hand, looked at the black shadow standing in front of him with his back to him, thinking that it would be better to do it, and it would be better to knock it out, but as soon as he raised his hand, the mantis man pounced on him, a slender arm firmly clamped his neck, and then his legs leaped, leading him to run continuously - if this mantis man stopped, Wei Biao might be able to fight with him, but it kept going, who could hold his neck and run away like a quilt put on the reins?

He struggled constantly, kicked his legs and quickly fainted.

When I woke up again, I was in the cave where Meng Qianzi had visited. It was already dawn and my hands and feet were tied. Kuang Meiying was lying beside him, with a small pool of blood accumulating beside him - his head was ill, and the symptoms were mild.

The charlatan was also there, sitting dejectedly on the side. He was not tied up. Perhaps his combat power was not in the eyes of the other party. However, I don’t know if he had been beaten. The lenses on one side of his glasses were cracked and his nose was bleeding.

In the cave, there was no mantis man, only a man with his head and face, his eyes exposed and his clothes were open.

The man's body was terrible. The color of the white stubble seemed to be soaked in water for a long time, and it was swollen and rotten. There was a big wound under his breast, but there was no blood. He only turned the flesh and pulled a rope in his hand. There was a net pocket on the head of the rope and a stone inside.

Seeing Wei Biao woke up, the charlatan whispered to him: Don’t have any abnormal movements. The man’s accurate head was terrible. Just now, he seemed to be looking for an opportunity to make a conversation. The man raised his hand, and the stone in his net pocket swung over, breaking his lens, and causing him to have nosebleed.

It is also said that this kind of knotted ropes and throwing stones was popular in the early days.

Wei Biao didn't care about these things. He was just wondering where the mantis man went, and everyone was detained here, with less drivers and Tao Tian. Did those two escape or were they still being hunted?

In this way, until midnight, another tall man came in, with his head covering his face, and his figure was even thicker than Wei Biao, carrying a wooden stick.

The wooden stick man stopped in front of the caster. He clearly didn't make a sound, but it was strange. Wei Biao felt that the two were talking. The caster man seemed very angry, and he was hysterical and kept pointing to the wound on his body.

After a while, the stick man sat aside.

Kuang Meiying had already woken up. After being scared, she had some tolerance. This time she didn't faint, she was only trembling next to Wei Biao. Sometimes she cried, half because she started to get sick, half because she was for Jiang Lian.

In this way, the three of them squeezed into a ball, and the rice didn't get in. After another night, this time, Wei Biao fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was another day. The mantis man had already returned and was with two companions. He still had the silent conversation. The mantis man still pointed at the charlatan and Kuang Meiying with his hands. In this way, Wei Biao felt an unknown feeling in his heart: Why not just point to himself?

It can be seen that the caster was still angry, but seemed to have been persuaded. Not long after, he came over and pulled the three of them.

Kuang Meiying was so scared that she couldn't speak and was pushed away. The charlatan was tossing and fell out of her glasses. However, Wei Biao suspected that the charlatan did it on purpose, and he probably wanted to leave some clues for the search and rescue.
To be continued...