The glue in the head, accompanied by Rick's instructions, shook violently like a wasp stung by a wasp.

Large pieces of yellow veins like spider webs emerged from the palm of his palm. Rick's face seemed to swallow a lot of arsenic, pale and inconspicuous. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead kept crowding out of the tips of his sweat hair.

Without the truth, the injury was suppressed, and the subtle cracks in the brain expanded a little. In reality, the muscles were spasms and twitching uncontrollably.

The yellow veins like spider webs were linked intermittently to the earth. After a while, Rick's body began to sink. His slow appearance was like an old man who was terminally ill.

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His heart was overwhelmed, and every time he contracted, Rick's chest became stuffy and swollen. Through a faint, almost invisible halo, he shuttled through the earth with difficulty.

It was like a heavy mercury slurry around him. Every time Rick stroked his arms, he felt a sense of hardship and stagnation.

Without ease and comfort, the dark scenery around is like a closed and tight black room, giving people a strong sense of depression.

Even if the surface of the body is separated by the yellow halo, you can still feel the collision between the earth rubble and the stones passing through.

When you open your sight, you can only vaguely see the rock or soil structure a few meters away. The dark brown and various precipitation tones make time slow.

His head was constantly torn apart, and infiltrating in just a few minutes made Rick’s two eyeballs slightly protrude and his two lenses were congested again.

This bad state continues to deteriorate. The body is like being injected with excessive radiation, and various negative states are running at full capacity.

The vision gradually blurred, and the limbs felt more and more dull. The stiff joints were like rusted machines, and the muscles seemed to lose their vitality, allowing the last bit of willpower to maintain.

The slashing arm lightened violently, and the bone-bone freezing feeling came from the skin of the arm. The muscles shrank unnaturally, and Rick suddenly woke up from this confused state.

Rick had a premonition that something was wrong, but his body inertia made him unable to stop moving forward and plunged into the cold!

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Consciousness is like a stirred paste and cannot think at all.

The limbs are numb, and the olfactory system can barely distinguish a faint smell of animal fur. I can hear a vague sound of aria in my ears...

As his body was lifted up, Rick could feel the heat transmitted from his broad and strong palm on his back. His dry and cracked lips touched the edge of a rough pottery bowl, and then his lips were opened, and a hot and bitter herbal soup stimulated his taste buds and slid into his throat.

The nose was still filled with the faint smell of animal fur, and the bitter and hot soup was replaced by a hard and astringent grainy feeling that was unforgettable in memory.

Even soaked in hot water, the hard potato and grain cakes still maintain a hard and hard taste. The throat was sore and even the stomach bag was a little protesting against the entry of this rough food.

The "buzzing" and tearing feeling in my head gradually disappeared as time went by, and Rick's thinking gradually became clear.

With another lethargy, Rick tried hard to pry open his heavy eyelids, and his blurry vision gradually gathered. The dark environment made him unable to figure out where he was.

In the slightly wet air, cool breezes take away the dullness. After the retina adapts for a while, the pupils gradually look at the object.

The eyes were filled with strangely shaped stalactites, with arcs slightly reflected on the smooth surface. The sound of turbulent flowing water echoed throughout the cave.

There were dim torches inserted in several stone troughs, and the pungent smell of inferior oil burning remained in the air. Large pieces of water stains and dirty frost remained on the ground, which made Rick's pupils slightly shrink.

"Has I been in a coma for several months?"

Before the coma, it was clearly late summer, and the dirty frost flowers on the ground made Rick feel like time and space were confused.

The undulating chest let the cool air enter the lungs, and the chest squeezed out the turbid air. After swallowing the dry and stiff saliva, Rick threw these thoughts aside and tried to move his body.

The limbs have recovered some strength, but like the bowstrings that have been lacking maintenance for a long time, they cannot be tightened and really put in force.

There was a hint of coldness in the joints and bones, which was unbearable soreness and swelling. The forehead was slightly hot and there was a little low fever.

Putting his left leg exposed to the bedding in, moving the ground against the painful back, Rick tried to make himself more comfortable.

After doing this, a wave of unwilling footsteps gradually sounded from the left, accompanied by complaints.

"Really, why do I have to take care of that guy..." The voice was filled with a thick and heavy feeling of a teenager's voice change period, and his tone was a bit awkward and troubled.

Rick supported himself, let go of his vision, and looked at the boy who walked out of the passage calmly.

It is strong and strong, this is Rick's first impression.

A thick leather hat, strong and tight big cotton pants and cotton coat. Two healthy apple red pieces hung on the exposed cheeks.

The cheekbones and eye sockets were covered with small hazel pockmarks. Two thick brown eyebrows made the boy look a bit tender and tough.

Two stubborn eyes, like all teenagers in the rebellious period, don’t like anything.

The wide and thick lips are covered with a layer of slightly black fluff, full of erectile hormonal aura.

"Oh, you're waking up. If you don't wake up, I'll consider throwing you into the ice river to feed the fish!" The thick and deep voice tried to express his "coldness", his tender face tightened his muscles, and tried to make himself look more mature.

Rick was very grateful to the other party for saving him, so his facial features were just slightly adjusted, and a calm smile that the young man could not imitate: "Thank you, sir, where is this?"

The title of 'Mr.' made this adolescent boy very useful, but he still had his face tightly and maintained his "mature": "This is the suburb of Tongbancheng, about half a day away from the city."

From a brief introduction to the teenager's desire to express himself, Rick understands his place.

It is half a day away from Tongban City, and is near a cave river where ice is collected naturally.

If you need it, there will be supply. In the Tongban City full of the smell of copper smell, enjoying and making money are the themes here.

Charcoal burning in winter and ice in summer are extremely popular off-season best-selling products.

Burning charcoal requires technology and venue. Apart from storing ice in winter, it can only be ingested from such underground rivers.
Chapter completed!