The two of them lay face down and remained motionless for a long time, until the rumbling sound outside the cave gradually diminished until it disappeared.

Song Yan raised his head slightly, shook the sand on the back of his head, looked at Xia Lin beside him and asked, "How are you?"

"It's okay." Xia Lin's voice was calm, but the expression on his face had not faded away.

They looked back cautiously, and were taken aback again, only to see that they were completely blocked by sand, gravel and mud behind them, and several pieces of horizontal wood and gravel were mixed in the mud.

Thanks to these few pieces of horizontal wood and gravel, a natural barrier was erected in the long and narrow passage, which blocked most of the sand and mud from the outside, leaving a small space for the two of them to move around, so that they would not be completely buried. suffocated to death.

Although this is the second time to experience this kind of thing, Xia Lin feels that this life is even more dangerous than the previous one. If Song Yan hadn't protected him and rushed forward without life, I'm afraid he would have been swept away by the surging force. The incoming mud engulfed it.

At the same time, he felt an inexplicable fear welling up from the bottom of his heart - if he had miscalculated the exact time of the mudslide, it was too late for them to go down the mountain, but at the moment they were squeezed into a corner where they could hardly move. What happened again?

Although there are many things that will change due to the butterfly effect, natural disasters like mudslides are formed over many years and cannot be changed overnight by human factors.

Although the debris flow in the previous life also flowed through this cave, it only sealed the entrance of the cave. He still had a very ample space for activities in the cave.

But in this life, the mudslides are like a beast with eyes digging into the hole desperately, which simply does not conform to the natural law of objects sliding.

He told Song Yan this doubt.

Song Yan moved his lips, but suppressed the words again.

He suddenly remembered the young man he saw the moment he entered the cave. At that time, he had no time to think, but when he thought about it, the child on the man's left arm was probably the one they had been looking for. .

And the "push" gesture made by the man looked a lot like he was manipulating the trajectory of the mudslide—although it sounded very unscientific.

He carefully recalled the appearance of the man at that time. Because of the heavy rain and fog, he could not see the other's eyebrows and eyes clearly, but what he could clearly see was that the other's body was still clean and tidy even without any rain gear. , this phenomenon has also exceeded his cognition.

Who is he? No, it should be said, is he human?

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Lin thought that something had happened to him, and instead asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, just a little..." He suddenly stopped.

Because he found that his left leg seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't move.

At this time, Xia Lin had already curled up and sat up. Although there was not much room left after being squeezed, at least Xia Lin could still move his body.

Seeing that Song Yan said a half sentence and then fell silent, he asked, "What's the matter?

"It's nothing," Song Yan said, "My legs are too long and I'm stuck." He was afraid that Xia Lin would be nervous, so he deliberately made his tone lightheartedly humorous.

Xia Lin couldn't see Song Yan's condition in the dark and narrow space at all, and asked again, "Are your legs okay? Are you injured?"

Song Yan moved his body and finally pulled his right leg out of the dead sand, but his left leg still couldn't move.

He leaned down the left side of his body and felt a huge rock just above his left leg.

His heart skipped a beat, and along the sharp bottom of the rock, he slowly touched it down, touching the base of his numb and unconscious left leg, and felt a slightly slippery liquid.

He rubbed it with the pulp of his finger, and it was indeed liquid. He retracted his hand and looked at it, then closed his eyes abruptly—blood all over his hands.

His heart was beating fast, but his hands and feet were cold.

He knew he was bleeding a lot, but he couldn't feel the pain for a while, and his entire left leg was pinned under the rock, completely unconscious.

He hesitated to tell Xia Lin, but he quickly rejected the idea.

The space they were in was too small to even turn over, and Xia Lin couldn't check his injuries at all. Telling Xia Lin at this moment is of no use at all except to make him worry.

The stench of the soil temporarily covered up the bloody ambiguity. Xia Lin didn't know what happened to Song Yan. Seeing that he still didn't speak, he urged again, "Song Yan, what about you?"

"Hey, I'm listening." Song Yan forced himself to reply in a relaxed tone, and tried his best to control his voice not to tremble.

But Xia Lin still sensed something was wrong and asked, "Why... your voice sounds weird, what's wrong with it?"

"I can't move on my stomach like this, of course it won't be too comfortable." Song Yan said.

Xia Lin listened to his words and comforted: "You are stuck and can't move, and your blood flow is not smooth. It is estimated that your body will feel numb after a long time. Just hold on a little bit and wait for the rescue team to come..."

Song Yan listened to Xia Lin's ramble, and clenched his teeth silently.

I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the rescue team, he thought, at the current rate of bleeding, he can't last a day and a night. Even if he had survived, his leg would probably have been abolished long ago.

"Xia Lin," Song Yan breathed out almost inaudibly, "I'm a little bored lying on my stomach like this, you...talk to me."

"It's easy to lose oxygen if you talk too much." Xia Lin blurted out, "And it's easy to lose physical strength."

"..." Song Yan really admired that he could still use his survival instinct so calmly at this moment.

Seeing that Song Yan was silent, Xia Lin couldn't bear it anymore, so he softened his voice rarely and said, "The rescue team will come, don't be afraid."

Song Yan smiled bitterly where Xia Lin couldn't see. He was really afraid just now, afraid that he would just die here.

But now, he was even more afraid of letting Xia Lin know that he was dying.

Xia Lin had already experienced the fear of death once here, and once again, most people would not be able to bear it. It was rare for him to maintain such a strong and optimistic attitude.

But Song Yan was very aware of his physical condition. He kept praying in his heart that he could survive until the rescue team arrived. He hoped that he could live by Xia Lin's side until he left here safely.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine that after he turned into a cold corpse, Xia Lin was forced to be trapped in a small space with this corpse for a day and a night... He was afraid that Xia Lin would really collapse.