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Fugui hesitated for a while. The cliff was a little high, and his rope was not enough. However, he had to take a detour, but he didn't know how far he was. After careful observation, he found that there was a protruding place in the center of the cliff to be placed. Fortunately, there was a small tree on the protrusion. He finally made up his mind to take out the rope from his backpack and found a tree not far away. He wrapped the rope around the tree, then locked one end of the rope firmly on his armed belt with an iron brazing, and then grabbed the rope hard and carefully slid down the cliff.

After sliding nearly thirty meters, he had reached the protrusion. Fugui kicked a small nest that could be placed on the protrusion, and then stood up carefully. He looked down and saw that it was still more than ten meters away from the ground. The rope could send him down, but the tree on the protrusion was only the size of an arm, and I don’t know if it could withstand his weight. He took a breath, let go of one end of the rope, slowly put the rope down, then walked around the tree, pulled it hard, and felt that it was OK, and he should be able to withstand his weight.

He locked the iron chisel and was about to slide down, but the protrusion suddenly fell with gravel and the crack at the place where the cliff was connected gradually widened. He was scared and sweated in a cold sweat. In an emergency, he grabbed the small tree with his hands. The protrusion had collapsed with the gravel. Then the root of the small tree appeared and was almost uprooted by him.

Fugui's body was hanging in the air, holding the tree tightly, and the treetops had already hurt his hands. Fugui looked down and there was no point of focus below. He knew that if he couldn't last long, most of the roots of the tree were exposed, and as the gravel fell, he could not bear his weight at all.

Fugui looked around anxiously, eager to find a place where he could hold his body, but the cliff was full of bare stone walls.

Helplessly, in order to reduce his weight, he had to take off his backpack and throw it down along the stone wall. At the moment when the backpack was removed, he felt his body weightless, his mind was blank, and his body was like a fallen leaf, slowly falling.

When he came to his senses, he was already lying in the bushes, covered with sand and stones. He moved slightly, and his body was so numb that he felt no feeling. After lying for a long time, he moved his left arm for a moment, and his heart hurt.

He endured the pain and sat up and looked at it. There were gravels on the cliff constantly falling down, making a "waving" sound. His clothes were already ragged by the rocks, and his left arm was sticky. He tore open his clothes and found that a hole more than four inches long was hanging on his left arm, blood was flowing.

He panted and leaned against the stone wall, unscrewed the handle of the saber, took out the medicinal cotton, endured the pain and cleaned the debris in the wound. The wound was very deep, and every time he moved, he would bleeding. He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, tied it tightly to his upper arm, and took out medical needles and threads. He broke a wooden stick on the bushes next to him and bit it in his mouth. Then he endured the severe pain and sewed six needles one after another, took out a bandage and wrapped it around, wiped the blood on his hands on his clothes, and closed his eyes and leaned against him with a big breath.
Chapter completed!