After Zhou Mingli entered the mountain, he began calling Jiang Ci's name repeatedly.
The slippery, difficult-to-climb path made Zhou Mingli increasingly apprehensive, and his calls for Jiang Ci grew louder and more urgent.
"Jiang porcelain!"
"Jiangci!!"
"Jiangci!!!"
The thunder mingled with the sound of rain, and Zhou Mingli's voice, amidst it all, was like a drop of water falling into a river, unable to withstand the slightest ripple.
There was no response, and no cry for help.
Apart from the thunderstorm, Zhou Mingli was eerily quiet.
His voice grew increasingly hoarse, and the sound shrouded in wind and rain was like a drifting sail, unable to find a harbor to dock in.
Zhou Mingli went to the places they had been before.
The place where they dig for wild vegetables, the place where they catch rabbits, the edge of the archaeological team.
No one.
No response.
No one.
No response.
No one.
No response.
She wasn't in every place they had ever been.
Beyond the archaeological site lies the deep mountains.
The endless mountain ranges are lush and green, more terrifying than abysses and black holes.
if……
If she goes in...
Zhou Mingli's breath was colder than the raindrops hitting him, and his dark eyes were swallowed by extreme gloom, without a trace of light.
I can't find Jiangci porcelain.
He's being driven crazy.
"bright……"
Zhou Mingli's ears suddenly caught something.
The steps that were about to lead into the deep mountains suddenly came to a halt.
He suddenly turned his head.
A sudden, deafening roar of thunder erupted.
"Zhou...Li!"
Intermittent.
The sound came from not far away.
Zhou Mingli suddenly started running, but he stumbled and lost his balance, falling to the ground and rolling several times!
"Zhou Mingli!"
He heard it!
The sound of Jiangci!
Zhou Mingli's eyes brightened as if tiny stars had fallen into them.
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