Celestial Masters Alliance

I know I can't rest now, but the pain makes me unable to even move my fingertips.

"How are you?" Zhao Shuang asked hoarsely.

When he asked this, I immediately thought of his thigh being bitten by a snake. I rolled over and got up from the ground. The scream of muscle tearing made me take a breath, and all the internal organs refreshed my understanding of heartbreaking. I crawled towards Zhao Shuang and looked at him with a flashlight. I wanted to ask him how he was, but I didn't dare to ask. I was afraid that I would bleed like I did just now.

Zhao Shuang spread his legs and sat close to the ground, with his head lowered almost to his chest, as if he would fall down without support in this position. His hands hung limply on his thighs, and the faint light could clearly see the lines of his cold face. His look made me suddenly think of an abandoned rag doll. If I expressed this thought at this moment, would he still have the strength to jump up and hit me?

I gritted my teeth and sat up to prevent the painful moans from coming out from between my teeth. I touched my back and found that my hiking bag miraculously lay on my shoulders, safe and sound. Also, if I hadn't been cushioned by this bag just now, I probably would have died when I was thrown against the wall.

I pulled off my backpack and opened it, only to find that it was Zhao Shuang's backpack. There were two bottles of water in this bag. I quickly took it out, unscrewed one and handed it to Zhao Shuang. This time he didn't show any pretense and took it with trembling hands. After drinking most of the bottle in one go, I took the remaining water from him and moistened my parched throat that was full of the smell of blood.

I paused for a while, regained some strength, and then moved to Zhao Shuang's side, took off his backpack, and pulled out the sealed bag containing the medicine. Thanks to the toughness of plastic products, all the iodine and alcohol were almost intact. . I took off my blood-stained gloves, took out disinfectant wipes and wiped my eyes and hands, and began to examine the wound on Zhao Shuang's leg.

His khaki pants were almost completely soaked with blood. The wound was at the root of his thigh, and blood was still pouring out at this moment. I cut off his pants and immediately saw the shocking bloody holes on his white thighs.

I hurriedly took out the condom from my bag, "What do you want to do?" Zhao Shuang screamed, startling me.

"Make a tourniquet..." I raised my hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Could it be that he broke his brain?

Zhao Shuang glanced to the side in embarrassment. I didn't have time to take care of his little mood, so I opened the package of the condom, tied the two together, and tied them tightly to the root of Zhao Shuang's thigh. We unscrewed the only bottle of water we had left and washed his wound. The full picture of the wound was gradually revealed. The wounds were about two punches apart. The snake had four teeth on its head, so the snake only bit Zhao Shuang on one side. Fortunately, it was two. All wounds are at a certain distance from the aorta. The big blood hole is as big as a thumb, and the small one is as big as a little finger. The edges of the wound were slightly swollen, a bit like a crater.

I shivered. If Zhao Shuang hadn't kicked me, the wound would probably have been on the aorta in my neck.

"Thank you!" I muttered these two words in my throat.

Zhao Shuang glanced at me quickly, then cast his eyes into the dark passage without saying a word. The tourniquet worked, and the amount of bleeding gradually became smaller. I opened another condom, flattened it, and attached it to my mouth, and sucked blood out of the wound. Are you paying attention to his reaction, for fear that he will faint?

Zhao Shuang clenched his hands into fists, and the wet gloves clung tightly to the back of his hands, almost about to burst. He half-tilted his head, his cheeks were bulging from his clenched teeth, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Holding his breath made his face flush, and his eyes were slightly bulging, making him look bright and watery. Sweat beads gathered on his forehead, slid down the side of his face, dripped down his chin and sank into his collar. I was relieved to see that he was conscious.

I found a headache powder in my medicine bag, a must-have item no matter where I go. He handed two packets to Zhao Shuang: "Eat it! It will relieve the pain!"

Zhao Shuang took it and said with a bit of disgust: "You just poured out all the water!"

I tore open a packet and said with a silly smile: "Boss, where are you being pretentious? It's okay to eat it!" To show off, I poured the white powder into my mouth. The powder choked me so much that I almost swallowed it from my nose. It squirted.

Zhao Shuang did not laugh at me, but followed my example and took two packets of medicine.

There was a violent friction sound from the wall. The big snake was still struggling, but this time it was extremely fierce. Zhao Shuang and I both nervously grabbed the shovels next to us and quickly entered a state of preparation for war. This state lasted for half an hour before the big snake succumbed and stopped breathing. I think it's really dead this time.

The light shone on the crowbar at the snake's tail, and I finally saw its full appearance. It was not a crowbar at all. It looked like a bone, a long bone, slightly shaped like the tibia of a human leg. No, it couldn't have had such a long tibia, unless it was a dinosaur. And the tip that was nailed down must have been man-made.

I suddenly thought about what had been inserted into the snake's mouth and saved my life. The beam moved towards the shocking pile of rotten meat, and the snake's mouth was still wide open, looking unwilling. I clearly saw that the thing that penetrated the snake's mouth was also a similar crowbar.

In surprise, Zhao Shuang picked up his flashlight, touched me as I stood there, and used the beam to guide me towards a corner. It is better to say that it is a corner, but it is better to say that it is three huge pits dug into the vine wall. The pits are about one meter above the ground. Each pit is inlaid with giant human skeletons. They are at least three meters tall, with their hands crossed on their shoulders. As if exercising some kind of etiquette and being very pious, the newly grown vines wrapped around them, instead of burying them, but better fixed them in the hole.

The leg bones of each skeleton were incomplete, and they were probably used by the people lying on the ground to make weapons. "Is it a monster or an Avatar?"

Zhao Shuang rolled his eyes at me, and his hoarse voice cut through the darkness: "Maybe it's the giants!" After saying that, he walked towards the wall on the other end.

"How is that possible!" I quickly went to pack my things.

"It's better than Avatar or Warcraft!" He stood in the dazed position before the accident again.

I felt that my headache had gone away and I felt a lot more relaxed. I put my bag on my back again and walked towards him with Zhao Shuang's bag in my hand.

"You've been looking at this place just now. What are you curious about?" I helped Zhao Shuang put the bag on his back. This thing can save lives at critical times, so it's better to carry it close to your body. I stood side by side with him and found a small thing on the wall that refracted the strong light, forming a gorgeous halo of light, which was in sharp contrast to the dark and damp tree hole.

It is a ring set with small diamonds. It is set on a bone finger that has been cut off from the elbow. The arm is entangled among the vines, but it can be clearly seen that before the arm is separated from its owner, it is holding on tightly. vine. There were jagged knife marks on the elbow joint, and it seemed that he had been stabbed more than once.

I couldn't help but shiver and looked around for the owner of the arm. Strangely enough, this place was surprisingly clean without any dead bodies. What’s even more surprising is that this dry bone is obviously different in age from the dry bones on the ground. It has not yet turned yellow and calcified. Could it be that it only appeared recently? People often come to this tree cave for sightseeing?

Zhao Shuang looked sad and gently stroked the withered bones: "It's my father's arm!"

"Huh?" I couldn't wrap my head around it, the amount of information was too much.

Zhao Shuang carefully picked the bones from the vine. He took off the ring and handed it to me. While he was putting the bones into his backpack, I looked at the ring carefully.

Its outer ring is made of frosted K gold, the lower part of the finger ring is slightly thinner, and the upper part is inlaid with a small square diamond. The style is unique and simple, but I think there must be many of the same style.

Zhao Shuang put away the bones and pulled out a silver chain from his collar with a ring hanging on it. He took off the silver chain, took the ring from my hand, and put it together with the one on the silver chain. The two rings are of the same style, just one larger and one smaller.

"How can you prove that the arm belongs to Uncle Qiming?" I didn't want to question it, but I couldn't imagine Uncle Qiming having his arm chopped off.

"Look at the engravings inside!" Zhao Shuang flattened his palms and pushed the two rings almost into my eyes.

I put the flashlight close to it, and there was a small "ming" engraved on the inside of the women's model, while "ping" was engraved on the inside of the men's model. This is irrefutable evidence.

Zhao Shuang silently put both rings on the silver chains and put them on. I knew he didn't need comfort at the moment, and I also knew what he was thinking at the moment, so I stopped him: "Go back and clean up the wound first. Huang Xiao needs someone to rescue him. Let's refund the ticket first. I will accompany you down after the injury is healed." !" I put my hand on Zhao Shuang's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

Zhao Shuang cast a grateful look at me, but when he looked behind me, his gaze instantly disappeared and turned into panic. He held down my hand on his shoulder with one hand, pulled it forward violently, and shouted :"run!"