This is the 31st day when he was kidnapped and the fifth day when he was cut off from water and food.

It's been five days, and I can't hear any voices or footsteps.

He didn't know whether his family had paid the ransom, but he was very clear that he was abandoned by the kidnappers.

A certain desert island deep in the sea! You can hear the sound of huge waves slamming the shore.

Without windows, you can still smell the salty and fishy smell of the sea water.

Hungry and thirst!

When the salty and fishy air is inhaled into the lungs through the nasal cavity, it is like a burning line of fire flowing through.

His long-fried hands continued to dig the wall. A rock on the wall had loosened. In fact, he discovered this secret on the first day he was locked up here, but he still has not successfully moved it out of the old wall.

The last glimmer of hope, perhaps, can be removed from the stone before losing all its power.

Destiny is not too bad, at least he has not been torn to vote violently. He quietly encouraged himself, although there were voices in his subconscious that laughed at his self-comfort.

A series of sarcastic faces flocked to my mind.

...

Do you choose to become a third-rate cartoonist if you put your prominent family business in a way that doesn’t inherit it?

This is the last issue, and the sales are really bad!

You have no talent!

I don't have your son!

He realized that he might have had serious hallucinations, let out a hoarse roar, and pushed his hands hard.

The rock that had been loose but was stubbornly arranged between the walls finally stopped insisting. With a loud bang, a hole as big as a washbasin appeared on the wall.

The ecstasy in his heart rejuvenated his spirit, but when he saw the same rich darkness on the other side of the wall and smelled the air that was even more dirty than this one, his heart suddenly sank into the bottom of the valley, just another cell.

The last hope was shattered, and he knelt down on his knees, his jaw pressed against the lower edge of the hole in a daze.

Silence like death.

The spirit was on the verge of collapse, and a faint blue halo appeared in his vision, just like his fragile life, cold without any temperature.

The dim eyes are illuminated by the light, and losing hope means death. Before the real death comes, it is not possible!

He took a breath and tried hard to climb through the hole in the wall. The rough surface of the rock scratched his body. He didn't mind the pain. At least the pain could make him feel that his life still existed.

I just got out of the wall hole and fell on the hard ground, lacking fat buffering, which hurts!

He lay on the ground and gasped. When his physical strength recovered slightly, he got up and slowly approached the blue light.

A corpse lay motionless on the ground, the brown robe had already rotted, his left hand was pressed under his own body, his right hand was stretched straight, the flesh of the palm that exposed the cuffs had completely rotted, leaving only the thick white bones, and his right hand was tightly held a white pen more than three inches long.

The blue glimmer comes from the tip of the pen. With the faint light, it is vaguely seen that the pen is carved with white bones. What is so important that a person can hold it until he dies?

He tried to pull the bone pen out of the deceased's hand, and with a slight pull, he took off his entire arm. To be precise, it was just a bone, and the parts close to the head of the humerus were broken. It should not be caused by pulling, but it was obviously injured by sharp weapons such as swords and axes.

The trembling hands searched the dead body, and the brown robe was wrapped in a broken skeleton.

I have been dead for countless years, but I may have encountered the same fate as myself during my lifetime.

I opened the dead man's bone-bone fingers and finally took off the pen.

The bone pen over three inches long is as jade-like in texture and exquisitely carved. The pen holder is full of ancient and beautiful runes. I wonder what the meaning of this rune represents.

This pen has more meaning than practical decoration. Strangely, when he held the white bone pen, the light seemed to be stronger than before.

There is no meaning, no matter how beautiful the light is, it cannot escape from death.

Looking around the cell, like his, there were no windows and empty walls, and it seemed different. There was no door in this room.

There are no doors and windows, and a completely enclosed secret room, which is more like a grave.

Where did this person come in?

Using the light of the white bone pen to observe the surrounding situation, I saw an unfinished painting on one of the walls.

A door!

A door painted on the wall was just a sketch of the draft on the wall with stones.

There are two poems written next to it:

As soon as wind and thunder rise from the earth, sperm and bones will be piled up.

I looked at the dead on the ground and recalled the deceased's position just now. I probably wanted to complete the mural before my death.

The feeling of the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, can understand the mood of the dead, draw a door and leave here, just a luxury that cannot be realized!

The tip of the pen seems to be a little brighter than before, maybe it is an illusion.

It won't take long to die like him, just die like this! You have to do nothing, you can do nothing.

Lower your head and prepare to lie down beside the deceased. At least you will die like this, and it will not be lonely.

But I saw the runes on the pen holder lit up one by one. Are you mentally confused?

He soon discovered the reason. His worn palms were still bleeding. The blood stained the runes on the pen holder, and the runes stained with blood were lit one by one.

The light on the tip of the pen became even stronger. I was sure it was not my own illusion. I picked up the bone pen and drew it gently on the draft on the wall. The blue lines immediately lit up where the tip of the pen touched, as if it was lit up the neon lights in the middle of the night.

If you can't figure out the chemical effects, maybe you should do something else, at least it can help the deceased fulfill his last wish, even if you disturb him from peace.

Forget your situation for the time being, forget the death that will soon arrive, the last painting in his life, he quickly completed the entire mural, including the patterns and runes on the door.

Even the third-rate cartoonist is not a perfect work, but the blue flashes flowing with the lines make the picture so vivid.

It seemed that something was missing. He thought about it and skillfully signed his name next to the door.

——Qin Lang.

Qin Lang stretched out his right hand and landed on the mural flashing blue light, silently commemorating the deceased youthful life in his heart. How great would it be if it was really a door!

His hand gently pushed, and unexpected things happened. He pushed a crack open by the door that was drawn. Qin Lang blinked hard before continuing to push.

With the creaking sound, the door slowly opened outward, and everything outside the door was unknown.

When choosing between unknown and death, most people will choose the former, and so will Qin Lang.

God opened a door for him while closing a window, and he had to go forward...

When you walk into the unknown, the door behind you will be completely closed.

There is no turning back!

The white bone pen completely lost its light and groped forward in the darkness. The surroundings became narrower. At first, they could still walk upright. Soon they had to hunch their waists, and finally they turned into crawling. Fortunately, he soon saw the faint light ahead.

Qin Lang crawled hard, and his desire to survive made him temporarily forget his hunger and pain.

As we get closer, we can feel the cool and humid air.

besides……

The sound of suona.

How could anyone play suona on the isolated island in the vast ocean?

...

Life is a void, and life and death are unpredictable. My elder brother went to the free land, and it is difficult to meet again from now on. Today I send you a mile away, and the wind blows the white flowers and falls into mourning clothes, and everyone crys to the ground. Do you think it is miserable? I'm sending you two miles to the big brother, and the wind blows the willows miserable...

Qin Lang finally climbed to the exit of the cave, and the night rain was drizzling outside. At the foot of the mountain about fifty meters away, a funeral team was moving forward in the rain.

Walking in the front was the band, followed by three men wearing mourning clothes, and then there were two red coffins carried by eight big men, each carrying them. They were brightly colored and red as blood, and were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

There were more than fifty people in the funeral procession, and the three of them were lying funeral songs while throwing paper money.

...I'm sending my elder brother to Jiuli Road. My brothers and sisters are all here and I send my brother to Qingshan. Qingshan wears filial clothes for my brother...

Qin Lang was originally ecstatic when he escaped and was about to call for help, but he didn't expect that he would see such a scene as soon as he came out, secretly calling for bad luck, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​calling for help.

The rain was not heavy, but the wind was very fast. Countless paper money fluttered with the night wind, and a few pieces of paper money fell at the entrance of Qin Lang's hiding hole. A piece of paper money filled with rain happened to cover his right eye.

Qin Lang reached out to remove the paper money, but when his fingertips fell on his face, he scratched a harsh sound. The skin felt unprecedentedly hard and astringent, as if he had touched a bone without temperature.

I was a little surprised and looked down at my right hand. At this time, a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire mountain as bright as day.

Seeing a bone-skeleton claw, I was so scared that I almost cried out.

dead!

He looked around and saw that there was no one except him. Inexplicable fear was like an invisible hand that pinched his heart tightly. Qin Lang moved his right hand tremblingly, but saw a white bone covered in red mud squirming in front of his eyes like a spider.
Chapter completed!