(This part of the plot has been laid out. For the reading experience of the next chapter, I suggest you don’t pass this chapter~ Then, the protagonist of the next chapter will appear, and this volume is also a very interesting chapter, but I really can’t finish writing today, so I can only post it tomorrow)

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It's dark, wet, and cold.

Even with sporadic torches, it is difficult to see the bottom of the sinkhole clearly.

The depth of the sinkhole is, even if it lives here, the elderly who have mined the mine for 30 years are not clear.

All they know is that over the past thirty years, countless groups of people have been replaced by leading them to climb out of here.

Some people drowned, while others were eaten because of rebellious remarks.

The one who leads them now is a sixteen-year-old girl named Lingyi.

Even if you are not from a country, you know that this surname does not exist.

But no one asked more.

Many people here are mostly people without surnames.

Because they are all abandoned children in the family.

There is no day and night in the sinkhole.

Unlike the fortresses in my memory, at the bottom of the sinkhole, the place called the Abyss Country does not have the difference in light day and night like the fortress.

This is an absolutely dark place that even the sun cannot shine.

People can only know the time through the crows who bring food.

According to the earliest people who came here, the crow of Chuanxin will bring food at noon every day. The crow of Chuanxin is also responsible for carrying minerals.

Every time, I will see creatures like dragons hovering in the air, looking at the prisoners like the warden of a prison.

This is their destiny, they must keep digging holes in the mine.

This is deep underground, with the best mineral source and a group of people who keep digging holes day and night except for sleeping and eating.

At the bottom of the deep pit, there is a huge pool of water.

The water in the pool could not be discharged, and the people living in the deep pits threw all the filthy things into the pool.

Therefore, the water in the pool is extremely dirty.

The bottom of the entire pit is also full of stench.

Life is fragile. In a filthy environment, many people begin to get sick. Various strange diseases, some even have contagious properties.

People here have been tortured by diseases on a large scale several times.

But life is tenacious, and the people at the top of the sinkhole do not want all these mine slaves to die, so they will send some medicine regularly with the crows. As time goes by, the surviving people are becoming more and more adaptable to this dirty environment.

But the threat from the pool is more than that.

It seems that it is always raining in the holy land, and people have no way of knowing why so much rain falls.

The water level in the pool is constantly rising.

Most of the people who came here thirty years ago have drowned and starved to death or died of illness.

The reason why they were drowned is that the water level in the pool rose faster than the speed of their mining.

Since the pool was found at the bottom, people had to start moving their living places from the huge flat ground at the bottom of the deep pit to the cliff.

The first group of people who arrived probably knew their own destiny, and they also knew that perhaps those fellow tribes who were not talented would be exiled to this place for decades or even hundreds of years.

So they dug out a stone path spiraled along the cliff.

The stone path is not wide and is over four feet wide. Both of them stand side by side and look a little crowded.

When people stand on the stone path, they can move very little.

But in the past thirty years, these people have been living in food, clothing, housing and transportation, all on this narrow stone road.

They had to constantly dig stone paths and dig up the cliffs.

Because the deep pool full of stench is constantly rising.

The stone path before was gradually submerged. When heavy rain fell, people had to crowd on the stone path above four feet.

But even so, the people in the lowermost stone path will still be swallowed by the water level.

Over time, those who live here have a default cruel but reasonable rule.

People will start to arrange according to the amount of mining.

The ones who dug the most, that is, those who are strong and strong, are mostly on the top stone path, responsible for the development.

The ones who mine the least, that is, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, are mostly at the bottom of the stone road and are responsible for repairing.

No one objected to this cruel rule of survival.

Although every time heavy rain fell and the water level soared, everyone's face was filled with tears as they heard the people at the bottom of the stone path shouting when they were flooded by the stinky water.

But in order to live like a reptile in such a ghost place, they must constantly mine quarry.

Those who are strong and strong also have the awareness of pioneers.

They knew that only by constantly mining and faster mining speeds could the people at the bottom of the stone path have more upward distances.

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A few years ago, when Linyi first came here, she was one of the old, weak, sick and disabled.

She soon fell seriously ill when she came to such a ghost place from the fortress.

It was just a 50-year-old grandma who saved her.

The grandma was originally a doctor at the original holy fortress.

The grandma survived with a ruthless spirit and survived when the water level soared.

When a large-scale outbreak of disease, she also treated many people.

People knew how precious the doctor was in this place, so they gave the grandma special power later. She did not need to mine, and she could stay on the upper-level stone path when heavy rains fell.

Her body could no longer wave the mine hoe.

The grandma also thought that she should find someone to inherit her medical skills.

That day she watched her neck besieged by the dirty and smelly water in the pool.

These waters have soaked many rotten corpses, and the pool itself is also a container of various garbage. It is not surprising that if you are soaked in such water for a long time, you will get sick.

But under the faint firelight, the grandmother looked at the girl's stubborn face and suddenly felt soft, as if she was thinking of herself many years ago.

People rarely save people because the water level continues to rise, so it is better to dig more stone paths when saving people.

Otherwise, perhaps the rescuer and the rescued person might die in this dirty and smelly water.

After all, Linyi survived.

The grandma was cured by the serious illness, and the grandma also began to teach bell clothes medical skills.

She was already thinking about finding the youngest girl to be her heir.

Because men can survive with strong physical strength, but girls like Lingyi will face the fate of being assigned to the bottom stone path for a long time in the future.

Linyi learned very quickly. After overcoming the disease, she did not stop mining because she was the only doctor here in the future.

There was occasionally anger on her face and she began to waving the mine hoe continuously. She became cruel and looked like a boy.

Some children as old as her call Lingyi the eldest sister head.

These people from fourteen to twenty years old are the ones with the most say in the stone path.

In just four years, Lingyi became the leader of these people.

Grandma's health was getting worse and worse. Finally one day, in an unprecedented rainstorm, the bellshirt was on the upper floor of Grandma's stone road, watching Grandma being flooded by the water level.

The grandma's expression didn't feel much pain, just regret and unwillingness.

She had lived enough, and before the water level was about to flood her, the stench eroded her old body.

The grandma raised her head, looked at the bellshirt above the stone path and said:

"It's been thirty years, why can't you see the sun every time you look up?"

This is the last sentence of the grandma.

With such regrets, there was another unwilling soul at the bottom of the deep pool.

That day, Lingyi cried so hard that she never cried like that even when she was abandoned by her father.

It was also on that day that she finally became a person in the abyss and began to adapt to the rhythm here.

The strong live, the weak live.

This does not come from the opposition between strength and weakness, but from the sky. From those damn rain.

Life and death are hard to let go.
To be continued...