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mon main 27 19: 27: 24 cst 2013

No one knew how deep the Broken Bowel Cliff actually was. The entire cliff face was carved and chiseled straight up and down without any protrusions. It didn't seem to be formed naturally.

After descending from Broken Bowel Cliff, there was a dense white fog. Within the white fog, one could not even see one's hand, not to mention see what was at the bottom of the cliff. It was as if there was a secret being protected by a mysterious power, preventing any ordinary person from prying into it.

In the blink of an eye, bean-sized raindrops poured down. In that moment, the entire world seemed to be covered by a curtain of water.

In this torrential downpour, the dense fog suddenly became much fainter, and the scene below could be vaguely seen.

On the contrary, they had shed their fog of cover. From the edge of the cliff to the bottom of the cliff, they were only a hundred feet, but because they were shrouded in fog all year round, they did not know how deep it was. This caused them to take it for granted that the Broken Bowel Cliff was a hundred thousand feet deep cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff, there was a bunch of dense shrubs. Although they were unable to bathe in the sunlight, they had sufficient water. Every bush and leaf was very wide, and the rain pattered against them.

At this time, in the shrubbery, there was a young man dressed in rags. His eyes were closed, his body covered in purple and red. One of his arms was swollen high up, and twisted awkwardly to the side. It was clear that he had been dislocated.

The rain fell on the young man's body and helped wash his messy body. It also washed away the blood on his face, revealing the young man's true appearance.

The youth was not considered handsome, but he was pretty. His cheeks were slightly sunken and his skin was dry and yellow. It was obvious that he had been malnourished all year round.

Under the stimulation of the cold rain, the teenager's eyebrows slightly trembled as his consciousness slowly recovered.

The first thing he recovered was his sense of hearing, followed by his sense of pain. However, if he could choose, he would rather this feeling never recover.

Almost at the same moment his consciousness returned, an unbearable pain gushed into his brain from every corner of his body. Especially his dislocated arm, it made his body shiver and he kept gasping.

After an incense stick of time, the pain slowly dissipated. Haoyang didn't know whether it was because the pain had truly lessened or because his nerves had become numb.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty and turned around to look at his surroundings. Through the rain, he could vaguely see the cliff above him. He immediately understood what was going on.

Living by himself for many years had allowed Haoyang to develop a will that did not match his age, and a wave of ruthlessness. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to survive in this cruel world as an orphan.

After feeling it for a moment, he discovered that besides his arm, although he was injured in other areas, his bones hadn't been affected. This caused Haoyang to secretly sigh in relief.

He tried to get up, but as he moved his body, the pain that he had just returned to him made his body tremble even more violently. At this moment, the ruthlessness that had fused into his bones burst out. Haoyang endured the pain as he stood up.

When Haoyang stood up, the sky and earth started to spin, and his body started to unsteady itself as he sat on the ground. Then, a feeling of weakness came over him, along with a loud sound from his stomach.

Haoyang shook his head. Only after a long while did the feeling of dizziness disappear. However, the feeling of weakness in his body became more and more intense.

"Looks like I've been in a coma for almost four whole days." Haoyang mumbled to himself. This was a unique method of measuring time that he had developed because he often starved himself to death. This method was to judge the degree of hunger as well as the weakness of his body.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around and didn't find anything edible. He immediately struggled to stand up and shakily walked forward.

Streams of water flowed along the depressions on the ground, which became muddy from the rain, making the road very difficult to walk on. Haoyang's shoes disappeared without a trace. From time to time, he would walk barefooted while stepping on sharp gravel. Not long later, his feet were riddled with wounds. Fresh blood flowed out from the wounds, seeping into the ground. All of these were ignored by Hao Yang. Right now, he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to find something to eat as soon as possible.

After walking for about an hour, the scenery in front of Haoyang began to distort, and his body began to sway even more. At this time, a strong gust of wind blew by, causing Haoyang to stagger and fall to the side.

The ground was covered by green grass, but when Hao Yang fell, the seemingly thick grass was actually hollow. Below was a small hole in the ground, and Hao Yang fell into it without even checking.

Fortunately, the cave was not too high, only about two meters. Haoyang quickly landed on the ground, and a dull sound of heavy objects hitting the ground sounded out, but the God of Misfortune seemed to be especially blessed by Haoyang. Before he could even regain his senses, a rock the size of a fist fell down, accurately hitting the back of Haoyang's head.

This time, the coma only lasted for an incense stick of time. After his consciousness cleared up, Hao Yang glanced at the cave he was in. Borrowing the constant flashes of lightning, he was able to clearly see the cave he was in. The cave was irregular in shape, only thirty square meters or so, and about two meters tall. At the center of the cave was a circular opening, and the diameter of the opening was only one meter wide.

Looking at the height that could be easily jumped, he could only sigh in his heart. A bitter smile appeared on Haoyang's face as he muttered, "Am I really going to die here?"

Four days and four nights of fasting had drained all of Haoyang's strength. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The cave was damp, the rain dripping down through the bushes at the top of the cave entrance, forming a small pool in the middle of the cave. "Haoyang slowly curled up, hugging his knees with one hand, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

As soon as this feeling of unease appeared, it immediately became incomparably intense. In the end, it gave birth to a type of fear. No matter what, Haoyang was only a twelve-year-old child. He was still full of fear of death.

A layer of mist rose. He tried not to cry, but the tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die …."

Haoyang choked with sobs as he repeated these words. His body slightly trembled and a feeling of helplessness and bewilderment seemed to have become endless nutrients, allowing the fear in his heart to rapidly grow.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the pouring rain outside gradually disappeared, until it was completely silent. The only sound left in the cave was the tinkling sound of the rain falling into the pool.

The swelling on his arm had already doubled in size compared to the start, and its surface had already turned purple. Because he had missed the best treatment time, coupled with the wind chills that had entered his body, even if he were to undergo treatment, his arm would be crippled.

However, all of this was something that Haoyang no longer cared about. Even his life was in danger, why would he care about an arm?

In the end, he couldn't even keep his body curled up, and could only move it to the side of the cave with difficulty. With difficulty, he could only move to the side of the cave and lean on the cave wall weakly.

Dong!

However, when he landed on the ground, a muffled sound rang out, as if he had struck a hollow object. This caused Haoyang, who was already drowsy, to suddenly open his eyes. He lowered his head to look at the place where his hand had landed, doubt flashing through his eyes.

He placed his palm against the ground and caressed it for a while. Then, he raised his hand and lightly knocked on the ground. Immediately, that hollow voice rang out once again.

He no longer hesitated and immediately used his last bit of strength he had left to kneel on the ground and feel around in the dark. Not long later, he seemed to have come across something, and his face lit up with joy as he quickly grabbed it and brought it over to look. It was a rock the size of a fist, and there was a little blood on it.

He took the stone and returned to the air. Then, he raised the stone and smashed it down viciously. However, there was not a single bit of energy left in Haoyang's body. When the stone fell to the ground, it didn't have any strength left.

However, Hao Yang resisted the dizziness and raised the stone in his hand once again. Relying on an astonishing will, he kept hitting the ground time after time.

Thump, thump, thump …

Ka-cha! *

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the ground finally cracked. Hearing the sound, Hao Yang's spirit was immediately roused and he quickly went over.

A crack appeared on the ground, but it was completely dark inside. Haoyang couldn't see through the crack, so he immediately lifted up the stone again, aimed at the crack, and forced out all the power in his body. As for Haoyang, he had also drained the last of his strength. His body softly slumped down to the ground.

At this moment, the cracks slowly increased in size. Some of the cracks spread out like a spider web, spreading in front of Haoyang. Then, the ground cracked open, revealing a foot-wide hole.

Looking down the hole, he discovered that the space there was only two feet deep, with a wide top and a narrow bottom, as if it were a small bowl. Although it was dark all around, Hao Yang could still vaguely see that the 'bottom of the bowl' was actually a piece of beast skin.

Forcing himself not to faint, under the stimulation of his survival instinct, he quickly grabbed the pill and held it in front of him.

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