Temple of Madness

Chapter 260
Chapter 259

God is fair, when it opens a door for you, it will naturally close a window for you. Similarly, even if you feel that you have nowhere to go, if you look around carefully, you can always find something.

Just like the current Huaguo Mountain, a woodcutter accidentally stumbled and fell into the middle of the cliff when he was chopping firewood. He thought he would die, but he didn't expect that there was a person under him as a pad for him.

Resisting 80.00% of the impact force, the woodcutter was fortunately only slightly injured, but not fatal. However, the woodcutter's head was still shooting gold stars, and death was never so close to him. During the period when he fell off the cliff, He also thought that if he did not die, he would definitely give his family a bright future.

Imagination is beautiful, and sometimes it doesn't look so bad. The woodcutter fell on the pad and felt a shock of energy and blood, and he was safe and sound.

"I'm not dead?" The woodcutter looked around in a daze, and found that this was just under the cliff where he often chops firewood. It's usually dark here, and you can't see anything. I didn't expect that I fell so accidentally. In this ghost place,

If it wasn't for the blocking object under his body, maybe he really fell into a pulp directly.

"What?" The woodcutter pressed the softer object under his body to get up. Although the object under his body was extremely hard, like gold and iron, in a real sense, the texture was completely different from ordinary metal.

The surroundings were pitch black, and it was difficult to see clearly. Although the sun was shining brightly above, many branches and leaves on the cliffs blocked a lot of light, so he couldn't see clearly what saved his life.

Along the way, the woodcutter suddenly touched something, which startled him!He had that too, so he kept crawling back in terror.

"Dead...dead?" The woodcutter was terrified, and hurriedly backed away. There is only one explanation for the human beings who appear in this kind of place, that is, those who fell off the cliff like him, at such a high height, can only be dead.

wrong!

The woodcutter calmed down, and he began to analyze: just now, it didn't feel the so-called cold feeling of a dead person. Besides, although your physical body is hard, it is not as stiff as a dead person.

He stretched out his fingers to find the tip of the nose of the person under him. He stretched out his hand and found that there was still breathing, but this breath was extremely weak, as if it didn't exist, and he couldn't find it if he didn't look carefully.

"Not dead yet!" The woodcutter was overjoyed. He began to think about how to get out of this ghostly place. There is no doubt that this mountain is a place he often visits, but the cliffs here are not familiar at all, so he needs to find a place A way out.

"How do I get here?" The woodcutter carried the unconscious man on his shoulders. It felt very light. It didn't look like an adult's body at all, just like a newborn child.

Walking along a narrow path, the woodcutter's pace is not fast, because he has to beware of any traps and holes on the ground.

After walking in the dark for a while, the woodcutter was lucky enough to find an exit leading to the outside of the mountain, walked out of the cliff, and walked towards his home.

Greeting the long-lost sunshine, the woodcutter saw clearly the appearance of the man on his shoulders. It was actually a young man with a very young face, no more than 20 years old at most.

However, the injuries on his body looked extremely serious, his flesh turned outward, and blood was still flowing in many places. The heaviest wound was on his back, blood and flesh were indistinct, and in some places, bones could already be seen.

"You can still survive this way." The woodcutter was secretly startled. It is impossible for a normal person to survive this level of mountain and fall from the cliff. However, the person on the shoulder still has breathing, and the vitality is really very tenacious.

The person on his shoulders was Zhang Yang. In fact, Zhang Yang did not fall from a cliff, but fell from a height of [-] meters. The self-detonation of the gold-backed silver light sculpture caused Zhang Yang to suffer extremely serious injuries.

The self-destruction of a half-step fairy demon is more powerful than any attack of the Mahayana period. From another level, it is afraid that it has reached the attack of a fairy to a certain extent.

If it wasn't for the fact that Zhang Yangkuang's fighting fate hadn't disappeared, the self-detonation impact would be enough to instantly kill him, leaving no ashes.

The woodcutter carried Zhang Yang back home step by step. His family lived in Xinglang Village at the foot of Huaguo Mountain. There were not many residents here, and they used to chop firewood for supplies. I don't know if this is Zhang Yang's luck or his misfortune.

"Honey, I'm back." Lin Cheng shouted loudly as soon as he came back.

A middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen with an apron on her body and a spatula in her hand. When she saw Lin Cheng carrying a dead man back, she was shocked: "What are you doing? Carrying a dead man back? Bad luck! Hurry up!" Throw it out."

Lin Cheng quickly explained: "He's not dead, he's still breathing."

Ever since, Lin Cheng told Zhou Cuihua all about his previous experiences. After listening, Zhou Cuihua didn't dislike Zhang Yang anymore, after all, he killed her husband.

Helping Zhang Yang to lie down in the room, Lin Cheng took off Zhang Yang's torn clothes and looked at the countless scars on his body, Lin Cheng took a sharp breath.

There are a lot of scars on his back, probably hundreds of them, big and small, but now the wounds have scabbed over. It has to be said that Zhang Yang's physical fitness is very strong, and his recovery from injuries is also very fast.

He fetched a basin of hot water and took a towel to wipe off all the dried blood on Zhang Yang's body. By the time all the blood was wiped off, the water in the washbasin had already turned into blood.

Zhou Cuihua walked in at this time, looked at Zhang Yang lying on the boat, and asked, "Whose child is this? How could he be so seriously injured?"

Zhou Cuihua knew everyone in Xinglang Village. Zhang Yang's face was very strange, and he had never seen it before. Besides, he was injured so badly, and he was still able to hang his breath. I don't know if he was lucky or Good luck.

"I don't know either. I guess I accidentally fell off the cliff." Lin Cheng thought for a while before saying.

Zhou Cuihua nodded, and the only way to explain the matter so far is that it may be that she scraped a lot of branches on the cliff during the fall.

"Let's put him here first, and you can go and see the doctor in the village health center later, it's so pitiful." Zhou Cuihua couldn't bear it. She also has a son, but she is studying in the county, usually one Yue only went home once, and every time he came and went in a hurry, seeing Zhang Yang's young face, he missed his son a little bit.

"Okay, I'll go later." Lin Cheng nodded.

(End of this chapter)