His memory would not be wrong, because until the last moment when his consciousness was lost, he tried all his strength to reach the hand that reached towards him in the dim water light.

The other party might have been tacitly aware of his mind and tried his best. Just when two fingers were about to touch one, the other party's nails accidentally scratched his flesh, and the blood suddenly spread out in the river water floating with floating lights everywhere, which made him who was about to fall asleep much more awake.

But the river was too cold and too ice, so he could not resist the chills and sleepiness in his body, and was farther and farther away from his hands...

"Doctor Hua" really didn't have any light around. Zhao Hanren crawled around like crazy: "Don't scare me, where are you?"

The bank of the river was very vast, and Zhao Han covered his voice. Not long after, his voice was already everywhere here.

It was a long time to hurry, and I don’t know how long it lasted, but at least Zhao Han realized one fact, that is, Hua Jun was not here.

If it is not here, many conjectures of results have been derived. In other words, Zhao Han cannot even confirm whether Hua Jun, who jumped down without hesitation, will live or die.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and the fear and disappointment he had suppressed for a long time all rose. He was not a strong person, without wisdom or strategy. In Hua Jun's words, sometimes it was quite inadequate.

Now that this situation is encountered, it is naturally hard to control it. Before he could determine whether there was a threat in the area where he was, he cried out with a cry.

His breath was long, and crying at this time was a kind of release and courage. It was difficult to stop after opening the gate. Zhao Han cried intermittently, and his voice became hoarse: "Doctor Hua, you can't die! If you die, the witch doctor's skills will be really amazing."

"Where is the soul?" Something broke the crying of Zhao Han, which was very unhappy, but after listening carefully, there was also the feeling of laziness and fatigue that its owner had always felt.

Who else is not Hua Jun? Zhao Han was so energetic that he stood up from the ground and began to look around: "Doctor Hua, why can't I see you?"

The voice was obviously very unhappy for Zhao Han to interrupt him, but considering that Zhao Han was afraid of death before, he didn't care: "Come on the right hand, thirty-five steps, come over."

Hua Jun's words are as precious as gold, which is a manifestation of anger. Zhao Han honestly followed the prompts and never dared to ask more boring questions, such as why don't you sue me when you wake up.

"Be careful." Zhao Han took every step carefully, but this seemed to prevent him from stepping on something.

"Ah!" He screamed and jumped up, and while he was retreating, he even stepped on empty space, almost knocking his butt into eight petals: "How can he still step on empty space on the flat ground?"

Zhao Han was a little annoyed, but Hua Jun said that he was quite satisfied with Zhao Han who was self-aware: "I'm also curious, it's really unheard of tossing on the flat ground."

Zhao Han cut, but couldn't help but curious: "What's there, why are you here all the time?"

Looking at it now, Hua Jun was sober than him, but he called him countless times, and the other party said nothing. This proves that something happened to Hua Jun to hold him back.

"Do you know what you just stepped on?" Hua Jun lazily raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Han who had only one rough outline. Of course, he also knew that Zhao Han might not be able to see such an action, but the reminder he gave him was always better than nothing.

"What?" Zhao Han did not accept Hua Jun's deliberate reminder, but still looked lazy.

"A piece of hand bone." That's right. But after all, I've reminded me. I'm scared and I can't rely on him anymore.

"Hand, hand bone" Sure enough, Zhao Han, who knew the truth, shook all over and felt something blowing cold behind his ears.

In a state of sudden fear, people always want to lean on something to ensure that at least part of their body will not be completely exposed to danger. Zhao Han is no exception. He acts as if he wants to pounce on the ground, as if as long as this is the case, his fear can be reduced by half.

"You're sure" Hua Jun spoke in time.

The night was too dark, and Zhao Han couldn't see any expression on Tsinghua Jun's face at this time, but he could hear the sarcasm in his tone. It was definitely not right. Zhao Han cleared his throat: "What do you mean?"

Hua Jun's tone was clearly ready to watch the show. Even if Zhao Han couldn't see it, this perception was based on his years of familiarity in Miaochuntang. He could not have been prepared at all.

Zhao Han stretched out his feet and stumbled on the ground. Every time he stretched out an inch further, his brows became tighter: "Is this place... a mass grave or something?"

"Hmm" Hua Jun's answer was also a confusing answer. This was just because he couldn't easily draw conclusions now, so he only tried to correct them under his own understanding: "It should be a place that is more chaotic and darker than a mass grave. I believe you have felt it too."

What did you feel? Zhao Han was really ridiculous. Did he know that, would Hua Jun know better than him?

"There are all white bones here." The white bones are piled up like mountains, and many are not complete white bones, just like the hand bone that Zhao Han stepped on a moment ago, and like the arm in front of him: "The white bones of broken limbs and wreckage."

Hua Jun may think that the word "Bone" alone is not deterrent, so he specially added a supplementary word.

"Get in." Hua Jun has been sitting here for no purpose. But now that he has guessed that he has entered the shackle stage, he certainly does not want to sleep in the wilderness.

"There is a cave here." Zhao Han was happy to find out, but then his whole body shook uncontrollably: "I, do we really want to go in?"

Even the wilderness connected to the sky has not been much brighter because of the moonlight. Why can the bottomless cave emit some tempting light?

Will there be something inside? Could it be that thing deliberately lead them in for the purpose, Zhao Han naturally connected it with the bones on the ground.

It should be torture a living person like that?

"Hey" But Hua Jun didn't listen to his reasonable speculation, stepped on the bones on the ground, made a creaking sound and walked into the cave.

What Zhao Han thought of, he naturally thought of it too. It’s not that he didn’t have any concerns about Zhao Han. But now, is there any better choice than a cave?

That is not necessarily true. Besides, Hua Jun does not think that something without intelligence will be difficult to deal with.
Chapter completed!