After catching the thief last time, the police left the dagger behind and haven't gotten it back yet. This is a temporary replacement, and it's far inferior to the previous knife in both sharpness and material.

It's something we have to make do with.

Like sawing, he slowly and repeatedly scratched a slit at the base of the mulberry tree, and then pulled hard.

"Smack!"

He had tried to pry it open before but it was no use, so he thought it was quite sturdy. But this time he used too much force and it shook him.

He lost his balance and fell directly from the four- or five-meter-high tree trunk, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Oh shit!"

Completely caught off guard, he fell flat on his stomach.

The frozen, rocky soil offered little cushioning, and he was thrown off and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

The Sanghuang mushroom in his hand was also thrown aside.

He lay on the ground, feeling as if his body had turned into a huge rock, or perhaps as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis.

My mind is perfectly clear, but my body just won't move.

Even turning his head to the side became difficult. His nose and mouth were pressed hard against the ground by his body weight, making it impossible for him to breathe. If he continued like this for a few more minutes, he might suffocate to death in this strange position.

"Get me moving!"

He was anxious and silently cried out.

He dug countless marks into the ground with his fingers.

He just wanted to turn his head to the side so he could at least breathe some fresh air. He believed that as long as he could take that breath, he could recover.

No matter how hard he tried, he just lacked that strength.

His body is severely stiff and he is completely unable to move.

Damn it!

He cursed inwardly, blaming himself for being too hasty and losing his usual composure, which led to this foolish mistake.

Sure enough, the feedback came back to him immediately.

"Woof woof!"

Just then, Aying noticed what was happening and quickly ran over, barking at Wang Tianxiao a few times.

Seeing that Wang Tianxiao did not react, the clever Aying quickly grabbed Wang Tianxiao's collar and pulled hard, slowly pulling his head down at an angle.

"Ah... Pfft!"

A moment later, Wang Tianxiao suddenly let out a long breath.

He discovered that he could move his arm again.

It was no longer his fingers struggling; instead, the strength slowly began to return to him.

With great effort, he suddenly rolled over, ending up on his back.

Looking at the clear blue sky, the originally cold northwest wind now felt so comfortable and warm on my face.

A few minutes later, he finally sat up.

He grabbed Ah, who was squatting next to him, rubbed its head, and gave it a big kiss.

"Ah Ying, you saved my life. You have no idea, I almost had to be reborn."