Chapter 134 Cliff

Ah Sheng.

Chen He chewed over the name in his heart.

A very unfamiliar name.

In her past and present lives, there is no one named "A Sheng" in her memory.

But for some reason, when these two words came out of his cold lips, the taut string in her heart strangely loosened a little.

She raised her eyes, met his deep gaze, and repeated it softly and clearly.

"Ah Sheng."

The man's figure seemed to stiffen for a moment.

Under the mask, in those deep eyes, there flashed a complex emotion that Shen He could not understand.

But he said nothing, just turned around and faced her again, leaving her with a back as cold as iron.

The cave once again fell into dead silence with only the roar of the waterfall.

…

I don’t know how long it took, but the deafening sound of water, as if foreshadowing something, gradually underwent subtle changes.

The man who had been standing at the entrance of the cave like a statue finally moved.

"Three quarters past three in the morning, it's here."

His voice was still calm, but it was like an order, instantly waking Shen He from his brief comfort.

"The wind has changed, let's go."

Without any unnecessary nonsense, he took the lead and walked out of this temporary shelter.

Chen He immediately stood up, stretched his somewhat stiff limbs, and followed closely behind.

When she passed through the water curtain and stepped into the Lost Forest again, she found that the purple miasma that was so thick and disgusting was retreating in another direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two walked in silence, one in front and one behind.

This time, there was no buzzing of poisonous bees and no threat of miasma, and the forest was eerily quiet.

Finally, after pushing aside the last hanging vine, the scene before me suddenly became clear.

Chen He's breathing suddenly stopped the moment he saw everything clearly.

cliff.

A cliff that is almost vertical to the ground.

The cliff wall was smooth and steep, as if it had been split by a huge axe, and covered with slippery moss. There was almost no place to stand.

Looking down, there are rolling clouds and fog, which are bottomless and look like a huge mouth that can swallow everything.

This is the "Soul-Breaking Cliff".

It's a dead end road leading to the valley where the purple marrow vein is located.

Chen He's heart sank little by little.

She was almost certain that even if Xiao Jingren's men could not find the exact location of the mineral vein, they would definitely set up secret sentries at the top or bottom of the cliff.

"Shall we go down from here?" Her voice was a little dry.

Ah Sheng did not answer, but scanned the surrounding environment with sharp eyes like a hawk.

After a moment, he took out the exquisite flying claw rope from his bag again.

"There is no other way."

He said this coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, the sharp flying claws, accompanied by a whistling sound, accurately pierced into a crack in a solid rock in the distance.

He tugged hard to make sure the rope was secure.

"Follow me closely."

The man turned around and said only these three words to her. Then he leaped up like a nimble monkey, clinging to the rope and swinging down the cliff.

His movements were agile and neat, without any drag.

Shen He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

She knew she had no way out.

After her rebirth, she was no longer a delicate lady and she never stopped exercising physically.

She regulated her breathing, gripped the cold rope tightly, gritted her teeth, and followed his example, moving downwards step by step.

The cliffs were slippery and the wind was as cold as a knife.

Every step she took was thrilling.

Just as she was about to reach a slightly flatter place to stand, the seemingly solid rock under her feet suddenly made a crisp "crunching" sound!

not good!

Shen He's heart was filled with alarm, but it was too late!

The rock loosened and collapsed instantly, falling into the abyss with rubble.

Her feet felt empty and she lost her balance instantly!

"ah--!"

A short scream was torn apart by the howling mountain wind.

Her body fell uncontrollably into the endless clouds!

At this critical moment!

A hand, as fast as lightning, suddenly stretched down from above and grabbed her wrist tightly like an iron clamp!

The huge pulling force caused Shen He to swing violently in the air.

She could even clearly hear a suppressed and painful groan coming from above her head.

It’s Ah Sheng!

Chen He raised his head suddenly, and met those eyes that looked particularly deep behind the mask.

He held the rope firmly with one hand, and with the other, he held her with an almost brutal strength. That hand was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

He pulled hard!

Chen He only felt a huge force coming, pulling her back abruptly. Her back hit the cold cliff wall heavily, and then she stopped falling.

Both of them broke out in cold sweats, their rapid breathing mixed with the wind.

Chen He looked at him, at the hand that was still tightly gripping her wrist, with veins bulging, then looked up at the pair of deep eyes that could hardly hide a hint of concern.

There was no sarcasm or impatience in it, only the tension of surviving a disaster, and a trace of fear... which he himself had not even noticed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you very much."

She spoke in a low voice, her voice still filled with shock.

Ah Sheng didn't say anything, but just stared at her for two breaths, making sure that she had grasped the rope firmly before slowly letting go.

Then he just nodded and uttered two words.

"careful."

It was these two words, plain and cold, but like a stone, thrown into the lake of Chen He's heart.

A subtle, indescribable sense of trust quietly grows at this moment.

This mysterious and dangerous man in front of me didn't seem so difficult to approach.

Chen He's heart strangely calmed down.

She nodded, said no more, and just looked at her feet intently.

In the last few feet, the two of them slid down silently.

When his feet finally stepped on solid ground, Chen He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense back finally relaxed a little.

This is the bottom of the valley.

When I looked up, I could only see a ray of skylight, which was cut into pieces by the steep cliff.

It was eerily quiet.

"The air here..." Chen He frowned and lowered his voice very low, "There's something strange about the air here."

Not only was there a faint lavender halo, but the entire valley was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

There is also a special smell with a hint of sweetness and fishiness that penetrates into the nasal cavity.

It's the scent of purple marrow ore.

In her previous life, she was eroded by this kind of aura, and her body deteriorated day by day until she eventually died.

Hatred spread in my heart like poison ivy.

Ah Sheng's gaze passed over her and swept over several simple huts built with branches and thatch not far away.

His voice was as cold as the stone at the bottom of the valley.

"He just left not long ago."

Chen He's heart trembled, and he quickly followed.

In the shed, the embers of the fire were still warm, and a broken water bowl lay on the ground, the water stains still wet.

All signs indicate that the people here left in a hurry.

"Is it a shift change, or..."

"Yes, he hid himself." Ah Sheng interrupted her.

He pointed to an inconspicuous footprint on the ground. On the edge of the footprint, there were obvious signs of pushing backwards.

As if he heard some noise, he hid in panic.

Shen He's face instantly darkened.

Xiao Jingren's men were more alert than she had expected.

"The mine should be just ahead." She calmed herself down and pointed deeper into the valley.

The two continued to move forward. The further they went, the stronger the purple halo and the smell of minerals became.

Just less than ten steps away from the corner of a mountain wall, Ah Sheng, who was walking in front, stopped without any warning.

He didn't even look back, but just stretched out his arm and blocked Shen He behind him.

The movements were fast and powerful, with an unquestionable firmness.

"Don't move."