Lin Qinghe encountered an unlucky incident and fell into a cave.
It was also his luck that he saw a tender green seedling growing in a crevice between the mountains in the forest that had been burned by fire.
The seedlings looked a bit like ginseng seedlings. It was a miracle to see such a precious thing in the mountains and forests that had been burned by a fire.
He thought that he had to dig it up no matter what. If it could be planted, he would plant it. If it could not be planted, he would prepare it into medicinal materials, which would also benefit people.
However, he only had his eyes on the herb and didn't pay much attention to the big eagle flying in the sky.
The beast had no intention of dealing with a human as huge as him, and instead wanted to hunt a wild mouse.
The fire on the ground cannot burn underground.
Rats are creatures that can dig holes, but they were not completely burned in the fire.
The big eagle's eyes were as sharp as rays of light, and it immediately locked onto the little mouse. Regardless of the fact that Lin Qinghe was still standing nearby, it screamed and dived directly.
When Lin Qinghe discovered it, he was panicked for a moment, thinking that the big eagle was coming for him.
So, subconsciously I wanted to avoid it.
This time he tried to evade, but he ended up falling into a trap nearby.
The trap in this place should have been set by the people from Rat Village.
Fortunately, the bamboo roots placed in the trap were burned into ashes and lost their lethality.
After Lin Qinghe's body fell heavily, a thick layer of black ash was raised.
As for the bamboo roots, although they were sharpened, they had already rotted into ashes and posed no threat at all. They were crushed into powder when he pressed them.
I climbed up and down in the pit several times, getting all covered in black dust, but I couldn't climb out.
Lin Qinghe sat at the bottom of the pit, constantly lamenting his bad luck.
As time passed by, people were almost dying from the scorching sun.
At this time, there was not a drop of water left in the water bag he carried with him.
Lin Qinghe really doubted that his fame and reputation would be ruined here, and his death would be shameful.
I don’t know if I will feel embarrassed when I meet my ancestor in the underground?
He leaned against the wall, looking at the earth pit that was four or five meters high in despair, and cursed the person who dug the pit a hundred times in his heart.
As if it weren't raining cats and dogs, at this moment, a "fluttering" sound was suddenly heard coming from the top of the pit.
When I looked up, it was the eagle from before. It had a big rat in its claws and was circling above, staring intently at the movements at the bottom of the pit.
Lin Qinghe was furious and anxious. He picked up a piece of dirt and threw it at the top of his head: "You flat-haired beast! How dare you come to watch the joke? Go to hell!"
The eagle was startled by the clod of earth and flapped its wings and flew away, but the mouse in its claws fell down and landed at his feet with a "bang".
Lin Qinghe was about to curse, but he saw that the mouse was not dead yet. Now that it had suddenly saved its life, it naturally tried desperately to escape.
The bottom of the pit was so small that Lin Qinghe was furious. He regarded it as the cause of the disaster and hit the rat with the sole of his shoe.
The big rat reacted very quickly, but mainly because it was quite far away, it was naturally not hit this time.
The big rat scurried to the corner of the pit, curled up into a ball, stared at Lin Qinghe vigilantly with its black eyes, and its beard was still trembling slightly.
Lin Qinghe was gasping for breath with anger. He had just fallen down while dodging the eagle, and his butt was broken into eight pieces. Now his butt was sore and swollen, and it was difficult for him to stand up.
He simply took off his other shoe, held it in his hand, and shook it at the mouse: "You little thing, wait for me to beat you!"
The mouse seemed to understand what was said. It squeaked and actually crawled into the shadow of the pit wall.
The sun rose higher and higher, and the bottom of the pit was like a steamer, with hot air wrapped in a black and gray smell drilling into the nose.
Lin Qinghe licked his cracked lips. His water bag had long been empty and his throat was so dry that it seemed like it was smoking.
He leaned against the wall of the pit, looking at the small patch of sky above his head. He was no longer in the mood to play chase with a mouse.
Just when he was about to die, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the top of the pit.
Lin Qinghe's eyes lit up and he quickly shouted, "Is anyone there? I'm here!"
As soon as the voice fell, a head popped out, with grass leaves on its face - it was Huangmao!
"Ouch! What's going on? It's so dark, I wouldn't have recognized it as you if you didn't make a sound."
Huangmao was so frightened that he almost fell down. He quickly lay down on the edge of the pit and looked down. "Master brought me to find you because he said you haven't returned from collecting herbs yet. He was worried that something might happen to you!"
"I didn't expect that something really happened, tsk tsk ..."
Lin Qinghe was surprised and delighted, his voice became louder: "Quick! Find a rope or a vine!"
"Hey!" Huangmao responded, turned around and ran, "Wait, I'll go cut the vines!"
After a while, the yellow-haired man came back dragging a few thick green vines. He threw one end to Lin Qinghe at the bottom of the pit and tied the other end firmly to the tree trunk next to him: "Hold on tight, I'll pull you up!"
Lin Qinghe held the cane tightly, and Huangmao pulled hard on it. The two of them worked together and finally pulled him up. As soon as he landed, Lin Qinghe collapsed on the ground, his body covered in black and gray streaks from sweat, like a harlequin cat.
"How did you do that?" Huang Mao handed over his water bag. "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"
Lin Qinghe drank half a bag of water before he recovered. He pointed at the rat still running around at the bottom of the pit and said, "It's all caused by this beast and that eagle! Oh, by the way, where's the seedling I saw?"
He suddenly remembered something important and struggled to look at the place where he had just fallen, only to see that the tender green ginseng seedling seemed to have been ruined.
The culprit is the mouse.
A big eagle can't get in through this kind of gap, so only this little thing can.
"Oh, what bad luck! I can't survive this. I can only collect herbs."
"Hey, what kind of medicine is this? Is it more important than your life? You're still thinking about it at this time!"
Huang Mao helped him stand up. "Master said that if you don't go back, the whole village will go into the mountains to look for you. Everyone has even made chicken soup for you."
Speaking of chicken soup, Lin Qinghe's stomach started to growl.
He looked down at the dust all over his body, then looked at the rat still poking its head out from the bottom of the pit, and suddenly laughed: "Well, a blessing in disguise. At least I wasn't pierced by the bamboo roots, and I got to see the amazing sight of an eagle catching a rat."
Huang Mao also laughed: "That mouse is really unlucky. It was chased by an eagle and fell into a trap. Now I'm afraid it can't find a way out even if it wants to drill a hole. If it can't get out, it will die sooner or later."
It was also at this time that Huangmao blew the whistle, sending out a signal that someone had been found.
Soon, Zhao Wei and others were seen rushing towards here.
Everyone is dark and gray, and in this kind of weather, it is inevitable to move forward on this black and gray.
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