Chapter 184 The Angry Clear Sky in Western Hunan (Part 2)
Chen Xiazi and Kunlun Molle fell down less than a few feet. It happened that there was an ancient pine growing across the rock wall on the rock wall. The two bamboo ladders hanging together were blocked by the pine tree. Both "centipede hanging mountain ladders" were used. Made of special bamboo tubes with excellent toughness, the two of them each grabbed one end and were suspended in the air. The two bamboo ladders were suddenly pulled into a curved bow by the falling gravity. As they trembled slightly, their bodies They staggered down together like a scale, and their four legs kicked out of thin air in the deep stream of clouds. They tried to step on the uneven places on the mountain wall to stabilize their bodies, but the mountain wall was covered with green moss. A mark was left when he stepped on it, and stone chips and green moss fell off one after another. The situation was extremely dangerous.
Before the two of them could make another move, the hook at the front of Blind Chen's bamboo ladder could not bear the strength and broke in two with a muffled sound. Although the mute was still hanging on the pine tree, Blind Chen fell down again, this time without any obstruction. , there was only the whistling of the wind in his ears, and a "buzzing" in his mind, which turned blank in an instant, but Chen Xiazi had worked hard for twenty years since he was a child, and he had developed a body based on the southern style waist horse. At this critical moment, those twenty years of hard work finally showed its effect.
As he was falling, he saw that the gap between the rock faces on both sides of the mountain was getting narrower and narrower. The big crack on the "Bottle Mountain" was about to end. Fortunately, he was facing a strange danger and his heart was not so chaotic that he lost his mind. Knowing that if he hesitated again at this moment, he would hit his head on the stone first. He poured all his strength into his waist and legs in mid-air, and suddenly hit the "Centipede Hanging Ladder" that he had always held tightly in his hand. Suddenly, with the harsh sound of bamboo rubbing against rocks, the "Centipede Hanging Ladder" used its length and toughness to get stuck between the two converging mountain walls.
Blind Chen was hanging under the bamboo ladder, feeling like the world was spinning. His hands were cut with many cuts by the damaged bamboo. In addition, when he was swinging the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" horizontally, his arms were bruised and he almost lost the ring. , at this time, it seemed that both arms had been separated from the body. Except for bursts of numbness, I felt no pain at all.
This "centipede hanging mountain ladder" has already exerted its own effect several times more. At this moment, Qiang Wan is at the end of his life. If his body hangs for a while longer, the ladder will have to be broken. So I quickly used my last bit of strength to climb back up the ladder. There was only a small convex rock nearby that I could stand on. Without thinking, I immediately stood up, spread my arms and pressed flat against the cold rock wall, thinking wildly in my heart. Over and over: "The Patriarch appears."
Blind Chen took a moment to calm down and looked around, wondering where he was now. There is a hazy white mist above, below, left and right, and there are steep mountain walls on both sides. The bottom is far from the bottom, but looking at the trend of the cracks in the stone mountain, it is at least more than ten feet deep below to reach Long. Because of the upward and downward movement, At that time, I walked up the mountain in order to find the cracks in the rocks, not necessarily in a straight up and down direction, but this time I fell far away from the main hall in the ancient tomb.
The air at the bottom of the mountain was still a bit cold and damp, and the stone walls were covered with slippery green moss. According to his estimate, it was still more than ten feet high from the bottom of the large rock crevice, and the visible distance in the white mist was only about ten steps. Even with my night eyes, I couldn't clearly see the terrain below. I took a sniff and smelled the burning smell in the ancient tomb. I knew the general direction. It was more than ten feet away. I estimated that the bottom of this mountain crevice was. There are either rocks or narrower gaps. If you jump down, you will be seeking death. The most terrible thing is that the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" is almost falling apart and can no longer be used.
Blind Chen looked up again and saw that there was no daylight at all in this deep crevice, and the sound was not very loud here, so he could not shout loudly to inform the mute and the others. He could not hear the people above looking down and shouting. The only convex rock that could accommodate them was narrow and steep. They had to open their bodies and press themselves against the mountain wall to gain a foothold. After standing for a while, their legs and feet were already sore. Something was not going well. Even if their subordinates came to rescue them, they would have to wait until they climbed here step by step. , the cucumbers and vegetables are all cold.
Blind Chen knew that he was now in a desperate situation. The most he could do was stand on the mountain wall in this position for a cup of tea. When his legs became weak, he would have to plunge to the bottom. He could have two seconds before he fell to his death. The first choice is to wait for rescue, but the water far away cannot quench the thirst nearby, so we cannot fully expect the other thieves to find us in time. The other is to rely on our own skills to find a place where we can climb, and climb down to the big crack. at the bottom of the mountain to see if there is a way out of the mountain on both sides.
After thinking about it for a moment, he already figured out that he had to rely on himself to survive, and the longer it took, the worse it would be. He endured the pain and numbness in his waist and legs and looked at the nearby rocks, trying to find something. A foothold so that we can gradually descend to the bottom, but the fog is too thick, and the distance is completely shrouded in fog. Just diagonally below the left side, there is a shadow looming in the white fog. If you look closely, it seems to be a long thing. A crooked-neck pine tree on a mountain wall.
In order to determine whether the place could bear him, Blind Chen first picked off a piece of gravel and threw it over. The stone hit the tree trunk with a "pop" sound, and then the stone rolled down again. After a long time, the sound of the stone falling to the ground was heard. After hearing the sound, he calculated the distance again. He was hanging in mid-air and couldn't take a run-up. He wasn't sure about jumping over directly. But except for the crooked-neck pine trees in the fog, there were almost straight up and down mountain walls all around, and there was no other place. You can stay, but your hands and feet are already getting more and more sore and numb. If you wait a moment longer, you will definitely die.
Blind Chen's legs had begun to tremble due to maintaining the same posture for a long time. He gritted his teeth and decided to jump to the crooked-neck pine tree with all his might. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as possible. He planned to jump out first and step on the tree. It is safest to climb up the "Centipede Hanging Ladder" stuck horizontally in the gap between the mountains and then jump to the crooked neck pine in the farthest place, but only if the "Centipede Hanging Ladder" can withstand his step. Power.
Neither physical strength nor time allowed him to think any more. Blind Chen ignored the words life and death, took a deep breath, lightly supported his hands on the wall, stepped out sideways, and flew towards the "centipede hanging". "Mountain Ladder", this time he drew his bow without turning back, risking his own life to make a difference, and the decisive step of life and death was taken out in an instant.
As soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the bamboo ladder, he immediately sank down. The bamboo ladder was turned into a curved bow. The remaining toughness made Chen Xiang bounce up. Then the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" broke from it with a click. Falling into the depths of chaotic clouds and mist. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened, please log in. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!)