fairy tales

Chapter 409 Xiaolong made a mistake (1)
In the middle of the night, at the foot of Jufeng Mountain, the cold wind blows past, and the place is in a mess. The original Jufeng Mountain has been turned into dust, and the thousand-ren giant mountain has become only a few hundred meters high. The soil was buried underneath.

Tens of miles in radius, like a huge "basin".

At this moment, around the entire "basin", torches are dotted, like a chessboard of starlight, shining faintly.

Four days ago, in the middle of the night, monsters roared continuously.

Three days ago, in the early morning, Jufeng Mountain collapsed, and dozens of miles around were buried under the collapsed soil, including several neighboring villages.

The cries continued, the screams shook the sky, and the sound was so horrific that people couldn't help but burst into tears. The buried ones were their relatives. Some of them were working in other places. Some of those who came back were saved from this disaster because Truman happened to be doing business.

A fringe.

"Folks, dig hard, our relatives must still be alive, come on, they are still waiting for us to rescue." The old man, about [-] years old, held a torch, and his voice was a little hoarse. Standing here day and night, his throat was dry, his eyes were red, and old tears couldn't help but fall from the corners of his eyes.

He was originally the head of the small village here. He has been the head of the village for 50 years and has never left the village. His youngest son, who happened to be in a nearby city a few days ago, asked him to play in the city for two days.

I am happy to go, but I don’t want to leave forever. My wife, eldest son, eldest daughter-in-law, and the little grandson who just turned one month old are all buried underground, as are hundreds of fellow villagers who have been together day and night...

When the villagers heard the words of the old village chief, they all rose up and dug the land vigorously. Hundreds of meters below, there were their relatives. They seemed to have taken stimulants, their eyes were red, and they kept digging.

They are convinced that their loved ones are still alive and there is hope if they don't see the dead body.

Among the team, there is a little girl who is the youngest. She is only 13 years old. She has a weak body, and she seems to fall down when the wind blows. At this moment, she is holding a small hoe in her small hands and is digging hard. The hand grinder had bubbles, but she didn't give up, and the bubbles broke again, but she didn't give up, and kept digging.

This has been the case for three days. The 13-year-old girl's strong perseverance made her persist for three days and three nights.

A pair of big eyes are full of determination, and the little face is full of unyielding. The little girl is digging hard, letting her little hands be worn out, letting her little feet be worn out, and letting the dirt stick to her face, she is just digging.

"Ah~~~" The old village chief couldn't help sighing when he saw the little girl's persistence. Three days ago, he rescued her on the branch of a broken giant tree in the "Basin". His life was so great that the giant mountain collapsed and did not bury him.

(End of this chapter)