The car fell down, hitting the stone wall next to it from time to time. The loose stones fell down together. The car turned over several times and then hit the ground heavily. Several people in the car had already passed out.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qiling woke up slowly. He stretched out his hand to unbuckle his seat belt and looked at Wu Xie, whose eyes were closed. He raised his hand and pushed a few times, "Wu Xie, wake up."
Wuxie was shaken by his push a few times, but still there was no movement. Seeing this, Zhang Qiling struggled to open the twisted car door and climbed out.
Zhang Qiling stood up unsteadily, raised his eyes and looked at the river in front of him. Listening to the constant sound of water in his ears, he looked around. There was no one but him, Zhang Qiling thought to himself.
He turned around and looked at the people still in the car. Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand and dragged Wuxie and the others out one by one. When it was Liu Sang's turn, Zhang Qiling dragged him in the direction of Wuxie and the others. Go.
On the cliff, a huge boulder moved and then fell. Zhang Qiling looked up and saw the boulders rolling down. He subconsciously threw Liu Sang to one side and then rushed to the other side. , he was a second late, the boulder had already rolled down and hit his legs. He fell to the ground, the boulder pressed on his legs, making him unable to move.
His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Before he fell into coma, Zhang Qiling thought that he must be too unlucky.
Not long after they fell into coma, several people with guns in their hands walked slowly over. They looked at the terrible car and the innocent people lying in a row. Their eyes fell on Zhang Qi, whose legs were crushed by boulders. Ling, one of the leaders turned his head and winked at the person next to him.
The man stepped forward and kicked Zhang Qiling on the head. Seeing that he didn't respond, he squatted down and checked his breathing.
"Still alive." The man raised his head and said to the leader.
Hearing this, the person who looked like the leader said: "Tie up the others and take them to the car."
"What about this?" The man squatting next to Zhang Qiling stood up and looked down at Zhang Qiling's pale face and asked.
"He's too seriously injured. It's not cost-effective to take him back and treat his injuries if he can't work anymore. Let's just leave him here to fend for himself." The leader glanced at Zhang Qiling lightly and said nothing. Value for life.
Hearing this, the man nodded and walked silently to help others kidnap people.
After everyone got into the car, they left here. No one noticed the person who checked whether Zhang Qiling was dead. Before leaving, he looked at Zhang Qiling with a somewhat meaningful look.
Thick clouds gathered above his head, and the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the river with sparkling waves. The wind passed through the abandoned car and made a whining sound, like someone crying softly.
The wind blew up Zhang Qiling's broken hair, revealing his frown. A fist-sized stone from above was blown down by the wind and hit Zhang Qiling straight on the back of his head. Blood flowed down his hair. The drops fell across his cheeks, adding a touch of color to his pale face, arousing perverted desires in people's hearts.
He wanted to see an expression of fear, pain, but resignation on his face. I don't know when the person who walked in front of Zhang Qiling thought so.
He lowered his head and looked at the slightly solidified blood on Zhang Qiling's hair. He slowly knelt down and reached out to caress Zhang Qiling's cheek, as if caressing a lover he hadn't seen for a long time.
After a while, the man pushed away the stone pressing on Zhang Qiling's legs, gently picked him up and left.
The whining wind continued, blowing the corners of the man's clothes, as if to prevent him from leaving, but the man's footsteps did not stop at all, and his back gradually disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground to prove that Zhang Traces of the existence of praying spirits.
