Hatred can destroy people, and it can also give people the courage and strength to live. Lan Xue found the power to live, but Luo Zheng was suffering in a hot and closed world. It seemed that countless lava was rolling around, and it was about to burn people to death. It was like evaporating and the eyes couldn't see it at all. It was all based on feelings. A suffocating heat swept over. When the breathing stagnated, the qi and lungs began to contract, clonus, and severe pain swept across the mind.

"Ah-water, it's uncomfortable!" A voice shouted out from the soul, with endless anger and despair. Not long after, Luo Zheng felt a sweet liquid flowing down, but the flames around him were surging, and this little water could not be extinguished at all, so he continued to shout: "Water, water--"

More water appeared, and the flames around him shrank like suppressed. Luo Zheng felt that the surroundings were much better, at least not so stuffy, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. Some memories slowly emerged, and his body's perception gradually recovered. Luo Zheng was stunned and suddenly thought of something: "Are you not dead? Or is this hell?"

"Maybe it's hell, why isn't it so hot?" Luo Zheng was surprised and tried to open his eyes to observe, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai and could not open them at all. He had to give up. His combat instinct suddenly woke up and he couldn't help but erect his ears. Under the tendency of muscle memory, his whole body tensed up.

I don’t know how long it took, but the flames around me rose again, as if they were going to burn the person directly to ashes. Luo Zheng was shocked and instinctively struggled to escape the flames, but found that his body was not obeying the command at all and could not move. Only a faint consciousness was still there.

"Are you really dead?" Luo Zheng was shocked. He thought of Lan Xue, his family, and his comrades who lived and died together. A feeling of unwillingness to survive came up with endless survival. A voice shouted deep in his soul: "No - I can't die, ah -!"

At this time, a sweet water appeared again. Luo Zheng didn't care what it was or how it came about. He instinctively opened his mouth wide and drank in big mouthfuls, hoping that these liquids could wipe out the surrounding flames and escape from the sea of ​​bitterness. He didn't know how much he drank. He felt that the fire around him had disappeared a lot, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic and continued to drink.

Gradually, the sweet water disappeared, and the fire around it became much smaller. Luo Zheng was overjoyed, and countless memories rushed into his mind, as if he was about to squeeze his brain out. A powerful stinging sensation also erupted, and his whole head was about to explode. Luo Zheng was shocked and survived. He rushed from the bottom of his heart, shouting with endless unwillingness and anger: "No--!" His body suddenly recovered control and sat up.

The heavy eyelids suddenly raised up and opened them. A light flashed, and the thorny eyes hurt. Luo Zheng instinctively closed it, not knowing where he was, but he felt like he was on the bed. He couldn't help but groping around him, and his ears were erected. There was indeed a bed around him, and there were bedding, and someone was saying something in surprise. Unfortunately, he didn't understand. Luo Zheng became surprised and suspicious. Could it be that he was found by Tang Tian's people after he jumped into the river?

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng was shocked and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then secretly checked his body, but found that his body was very weak and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, let alone resisting. He sighed helplessly, feeling his eyes adapt to the light around him, and gradually opened, but found that there was a boy wearing blue clothes and pants in front of him, wearing a blue head squid on his head, looking at him with surprise.

There are simple wooden houses around, and there is no modern thing to see. All the furniture is made of wood. There is a hunting rifle hanging on the wall. Luo Zheng is very familiar with this kind of gun. He played with it a lot after a young age. He couldn't help but be surprised and looked at the boy calmly, forcing his body to support himself and asked, "Where am I?"

The boy said something and looked excited. Unfortunately, Luo Zheng didn't understand a word, and a huge feeling of fatigue surged up. He felt dizzy and softened. He fell down again and fainted. The boy was shocked and came forward to check, vent his breath, opened his eyelids, rushed out of the wooden house, shouting something.

Not long after, the boy walked in with three middle-aged people. There was also an old man. The old man had white hair and a gray beard, but his face was red and energetic. The boy asked anxiously: "Grandpa, how is this person? He woke up just now and I don't understand what he said."

The old man stepped forward to check, took his hand pulse for a while, and then pondered for a moment and said, "I'm holding my life. I didn't expect this guy to be so tenacious. He could survive after lying for five days and five nights. Miracle, don't panic. You should be hungry. Go and prepare some light things. If you don't get any supplements, come and help turn him over."

A middle-aged man came forward, gently turned Luo Zheng's body, and fell asleep on his side. Luo Zheng's clothes had been stripped naked, revealing five scars. The old man observed for a while and praised in surprise and said, "This person's physique is extraordinary. He didn't expect that he had scars. He would not die from five gunshot wounds. Good luck, lie flat."

The middle-aged man gently lay Luo Zheng flat on his back, and the young man said happily: "Grandpa, that's your herb. Applying him twice will stop bleeding and grow flesh. If you have five days, you will definitely have scars."

"Stop flattering, is your father in good health? He was shot and still shotgun lead bullet. How many days did he lie down? He was hit by a steel-core bullet, but this guy was really strong and harder, and he actually grabbed the bullet. It's amazing. I'm afraid his identity is not simple. When he recovers, let him leave, so as not to cause trouble for us." The old man said, and a deep gaze flashed with a hint of worry.

"I got it, I'll make some broth for him." The boy agreed and left.

Several middle-aged people left the room. The old man brought a stool and sat next to him, looking at Luo Zheng tightly, worried. He didn't know whether the one who was rescued this time was a blessing or a disaster. He pulled out a cigarette gun from his waist in distress, lit it, and took a few sips. After waiting for a while, he saw the person on the bed slowly opening his eyes, and was shocked and said, "Young man, wake up, tell me, who are you?"

Luo Zheng opened his eyes with difficulty and saw that the boy turned into an old man with white hair, with a clear head of vicissitudes and kindness of the world, with a light smile on his face, and he had no malice. He actually used Chinese Mandarin. Although it was not standard enough, he could understand it. Luo Zheng was shocked, slowly regained his consciousness, opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "What is this place?"

"The clan village where our ancestors lived for generations, I am the leader of the village here. Who are you?" The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Zheng speak standard Chinese Mandarin. As long as he is not a foreigner, he can get a lot of trouble. He continued to ask, his wise eyes staring at Luo Zheng tightly, without missing a trace of details.
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