The cliff east of Xiake Ridge is cut with a sharp axe, showing a right angle of nearly 90 degrees. Below the cliff is a cliff a hundred meters high, which is natural and smooth, and there is not even a protruding rock.

There is a small black hole near the top of the cliff, three feet square, just like a nest built by an eagle on a rock wall.

A small stone fell out of the black hole and fell silently to a cliff a hundred meters deep, falling to pieces.

After about ten minutes, another small stone fell from the black hole. Then, every ten minutes, a stone fell from the inside, making a crisp sound when it broke.

In the black hole, a boy of seven or eight years old was huddled in the corner of the hole, staring at the adult man diagonally opposite with a pair of frightened eyes.

The adult man lay weakly there, his waist covered with blood, covered with blood. His face turned towards the darkness, as if he was afraid of being thrust by the sunlight from the hole.

"Uncle, when will you let me go home?" The boy's eyes were full of pleading: "If I don't go home, my dad will beat me to death."

What the boy was afraid of was not the man with injuries on his body. What he was afraid of was that his father would beat him up if he didn't go home.

"Haha..." The injured man seemed to find it very funny and slowly turned his face.

The moment the light from the three-foot hole shone on the man's face, the rock walls that were shaved with a knife were eclipsed.

The man's cheeks were too clear, all of which were made up of hard lines as strong as steel, exuding a sense of fortitude that ordinary people could never have. What followed was a strong and masculine aura that suddenly filled every oxygen molecule, which made the slightly wet cave look dry.

"Little guy, how old are you?" the man asked.

The little boy glanced at the man's sharp gaze, quickly lowered his head, and counted one by one with his fingers.

After about a minute, the boy whispered in a cowardly voice: "Five and a half years old."

"Oh? Five and a half years old?" A strange color flashed in the man's eyes, and he nodded and continued to ask, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Yuanchao." The boy raised his head carefully, quickly swept the man's face, and begged carefully: "Uncle, it's almost 12 o'clock. Can you let me go home? If I don't go home, my dad will really beat me to death."

As he said this, the boy pouted his mouth and sniffed, tears gushed out of his eyes. But he didn't dare to cry, so he forced himself to hold it in his breath.

"Xiao Yuanchao, good name, haha." The man smiled, suddenly his face turned aside, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "How do you know it's almost twelve o'clock?"

The temperature in the cave dropped immediately, as cold as the cold winter month. Xiao Yuanchao, who was only five and a half years old, fought a cold war. His little body shrank back with force, as if the solid rock wall behind him could bring him a sense of security.

"Say! If you don't say it, I'll kill you!" The man raised his hand and took out a sharp dagger and put it on Xiao Yuanchao's neck.

Xiao Yuanchao widened his eyes, as if he was stunned, his eyes filled with fear.

Seeing the little boy frightened by himself, the man seemed very happy and put away the knife with a smile. But Xiao Yuanchao's next sentence stunned him.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle...you, you, if you kill me...you can't go home, my dad will, will, will, will beat me to death!"

Xiao Yuanchao held his little hands and curled up his knees, biting his lips, tears flowing to his mouth and dared not wipe them, so he could only lick them quickly with his tongue.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one knife?" the man asked strangely.

Xiao Yuanchao shook his head vigorously, nodded again, and then shook his head and nodded.

"My name is Changsheng, but others always like to call me Changsheng." The man looked at Xiao Yuanchao with a smile, stretched out a finger and said, "Tell me, what time is it now?"

"Eleventh and twenty." Xiao Yuanchao blurted out.

"Yes, you have thrown seven stones, it's time to throw the eighth one."

After saying this, Chang Sheng picked up a small stone and threw it out.

Xiao Yuanchao widened his tears, his little face full of surprise: How did he know he was throwing stones?

"You throw a stone every ten minutes to calculate the time and send a distress signal at the same time." Chang Sheng looked at the watch and continued: "It's three minutes away. Although it's not very accurate, it's already pretty good for your age."

Chang Sheng suddenly became very interested in this boy. You should know that the other party was only five and a half years old.

"I..." Xiao Yuanchao paused for a moment, and fear appeared in his eyes: "If I go home late, my father would beat me to death."

This sentence was again, and Chang Sheng narrowed his eyes. He could hardly imagine that a father would scare his son like this, or even be kidnapped by a stranger. All he was worried about was going home late and he would be beaten.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Chang Sheng's face once again showed a cold murderous intent. He wanted to see if this child was afraid.

"Will I die if I kill me?" Xiao Yuanchao asked with his big eyes open.

"Yes, you're dead!" Chang Sheng's tone was fierce and his face was ferocious.

"I'm not afraid!"

The quick and neat child voice reached Chang Sheng's ears, which made him stunned.

"My eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother are all dead. If you join the army, you will have to die. I will also join the army in the future, so I am not afraid of death." Xiao Yuanchao pouted his mouth and blinked his shiny eyes and said, "Do you have eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother? If you have, you are not afraid of death."

Xiao Yuanchao's little face, whose tears were not dry, was full of childishness, but seriousness. Even Chang Sheng felt inferior to that focus on talking about this kind of problem. At least he was very timid when he was five and a half years old and was very afraid of death.

"Your eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother?"

"Yes," Xiao Yuanchao frowned and said proudly: "My elder brother is called Xiao Jiefang, the second brother is called Xiao Zhonghua, the third brother is called Xiao Hongxing, and the fourth brother is called Xiao Xiangqian. They all love me and buy me Transformers. But my brothers are all dead, and no one buys me Transformers."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yuanchao pouted his little mouth high, twisting his two chubby little hands together, looking very unhappy.

But Chang Sheng was stunned when he heard these names, and then his face was full of bitter smiles. He finally understood why there was a reorganizer and a black beret biting him tightly. It turned out that the child he was holding was actually...

"You go." Chang Sheng let out a heavy breath and waved to Xiao Yuanchao.

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes lit up and ran without saying a word. But after running two steps, he stopped and said timidly to Chang Sheng: "Uncle, no one can find the place I brought you to. When the People's Liberation Army is gone, you can go to the hospital for treatment."

Chang Sheng nodded with a wry smile.

"But do you know how to get to the hospital?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

Before Chang Sheng could speak, Xiao Yuanchao thought and gestured, "You go down the mountain and walk left and then left, then go left, go right, go right, turn right, go right, go right, jump over, go right, go right, go right, remember?"

Chang Sheng was amused and crying, and waved his hand vigorously.

"Uncle, are you hungry?" Xiao Yuanchao took out half of Wangwang snow cake from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Yuanchao. While looking at the snow cake, he said, "I have to eat when I am sick."

Holding half of the Wangwang snow cake, Chang Sheng was stunned again, and this child gave him too much surprise.

"Remember the way to the hospital. I'm back home, otherwise my dad will have to beat me to death." Xiao Yuanchao reluctantly moved his eyes away from the Wangwang Snow Cake, clattered his mouth, and turned around and ran outward.

"Hey, Xiao Yuanchao," Chang Sheng called Xiao Yuanchao, nodded and said affirmatively: "Your father will definitely not beat you today."

Xiao Yuanchao blinked his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and ran away without a trace.

Chang Sheng was the only one left in the cave. He took out the wine pot and took a deep mouthful, shook his head helplessly.
Chapter completed!