It's really cool, absolutely no cheating.

  Around 7 o'clock, Wei Ajiang and his men took control of Kang Cong's disciples and stood at the foot of the last small hill. As long as they crossed this most common sandstone hill in the Xijiang area, behind it was a vast expanse of ocean where fish leaped and birds flew freely.

  At the same time, on the ridge of this small hill, Bai Huan was waiting for a chance to strike, as long as Kang Cong had enough confidence in him, then the three master and apprentice would be able to escape smoothly.

  Two groups of people with different intentions, each harboring their own secrets.

  "Keep up!" Wei Ah Jiang called out, then raised his head to gaze at the mountain path in front of him, and his face immediately turned ugly.

  He didn't expect that the small hill opposite, which was actually more like a mound and not even a real mountain, would have such a steep path leading up to it.

  On one side is a secondary forest of Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica, while on the other side are almost vertical sandstone cliffs.

  Although on the cliff, crawling with vines and shrubs, the bushes are also densely packed, almost invisible is the reddish-brown rock body of the sandstone, but no matter how lush the plants are, they cannot reduce the visual impact brought by the height and steepness, people with slightly smaller courage will have their legs trembling when walking on this mountain path.

  Fortunately, the sky gradually darkened, and a layer of twilight enveloped it, making it impossible to see clearly below the cliff. Otherwise, they would be fine, but those three hostages would be in trouble.

  The small hill is not high, at most 50-60 meters. In Xijiang City, many newly built high-rise residential areas can look down on it.

  It took almost a minute for Keway Ajiang and his team to climb to the top of the mountain.

  Even Mo Jin Jiao Wei, who was known for his physical strength and endurance, was exhausted like a dog, with sweat pouring out of him like it was free. As for the three meat tickets, if they weren't being prodded by knives at their waists, don't expect them to be able to climb up.

  It's really too steep.

  However, when a group of people stood on the top of the mountain, several earth mice took another breath and showed a relaxed and happy expression - after passing by the reservoir, it was a vast expanse of flat land.

  They used a police dog inducer, which lasts for 12 hours. Before that, even if Snoopy and 101 Dalmatians were to gather together, they wouldn't be able to track them down. So the group stood at the top of the mountain, with some heroic spirit in the air, and didn't forget to turn back and glance up at it leisurely.

  Just then, a strange cry of an owl came from the woods on the left, and the sound of "hooting" echoed in the empty night sky, making people's hair stand on end.

  Wei Ajiang felt that something was wrong again, but he thought this thing had no scientific basis, so he could only instruct his accomplices to be more careful.

  The trouble started before we even finished talking.

  It's just that this time, the problem wasn't with any of them, but with those three obedient and honest meat tickets who came all the way over.

  Almost at the same time as the night owl's hooting started, three harmless meat tickets suddenly became like they had contracted sheep madness, with a swift and fierce momentum, jumping down the cliff in a thrilling manner.

  That resolute and fearless attitude is just like an old husband who has a mistress outside, secretly transferring all the family property, a yellow-faced woman full of desperate despair.

  I quietly left, just as I quietly came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a single cloud.

  Of course, these speculators would never come up with such poetic sentences in their minds. Their brains have been completely muddled and become a swamp, just like the Peking Man facing the Goldbach conjecture, they are thoroughly stunned.

  "Old... Eldest..."

  "Ah... Ah... Ah Jiang Ge!"

  A group of old mice, their mouths open wide enough to swallow a fist, with vivid expressions, as if they had just woken up early in the morning and found their dorm brothers sleeping naked next to them.

  At this moment, everyone is thinking about the same question, which is whether the legendary Shikō can be killed or insulted?

  Is meat ticket also crazy?

  Even if they were the kamikaze squadron of the Eastern foreigners, they wouldn't be able to jump off a cliff with such decisiveness and brutality.

  Only the small wheels under the command of Master Li Hui Zhi would say jump off a cliff and then jump off a cliff, say self-mutilation and then self-mutilate, without taking their own lives seriously.

  Wei Ajiang was stared at by a group of people, and suddenly felt a great deal of pressure, the kind he had never experienced before...

  Sweat beads on his forehead emerged like a tide, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched like a large earthworm.

  He subconsciously leaned against the cliff, looking down for a moment, and the increasingly thick dusk obscured his line of sight, making it impossible to see anything.

  Nor did I hear the ordinary person's "ah---- boom" duet when jumping off a cliff.

  The leader of the tomb raiders felt an increasing sense of unease, he didn't understand what had gone wrong, causing the three to choose such extreme measures. However, years of experience prompted him to make a decision immediately: "Let's go, hurry up and leave!"

  If we don't make a decision now, it's likely that there will be no need to go anymore.

  ……

  And at the foot of the cliff, the local mice were stunned by the gentle breeze brought by the three bungee jumpers, while Bai Huan was also in a daze.

  Wei A Jiang and his group were climbing up the mountain when he was sliding down along the mountain vines.

  While Kang Cong and three others jumped down, he mobilized the natural power of his whole body and poured it into that thick, wide and large green blanket in mid-air.

  Three adults, with a combined weight of over 300 pounds, jumped down from a height of 2.3 meters, and even though the rattan itself was extremely tough, and even with the help of nature's white light, the blanket still fell like a withered tree, plummeting downwards with a loud "plop plop" sound! Along the way, countless branches were broken off, and grass clippings and leaves flew everywhere. Finally, at a height of just over 3 meters from the bottom of the cliff, they finally exhausted their momentum and suddenly got stuck on top of a rhododendron bush.

  Bai Guang let out a sigh of relief.

  Finally settled, just now when the rattan blanket wrapped around Kang Cong and three others fell down, he once again felt the pressure of facing that injured wild boar two months ago.

  Enduring the waves of sharp pain in his mind, he increased his psychic output even more, and with the help of the old vine's tenacity, he finally completed this seemingly impossible task.

  But thinking of those old men's silly and foolish faces, I couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

  The mysteries of Druidism, the subtlety of its application, depend on a single mind; can it be measured by you, a group of old mice who sell signs?

  Otherwise, why are the Druids in the game so messy and all-inclusive? It means that games also come from life, but not higher than life, it's really a famous saying!

  But also don't think about it, there is a Druid of Mowu in life.

  Bai Huan was delighted for a long time, and only then did he remember that there were still three You Naozi in the tree! He climbed up the stone wall again, and from a pile of messy hair, he let the person out.

  The three masters and apprentices all looked dazed and confused, their consciousness still blurry.

  Especially the female assistant Liang Xue, the fear had not yet dissipated, her bright red face proved that she had just experienced an adrenaline rush.

  Kang Cong was the first to come back to his senses after being stunned for over ten seconds.

  The old professor looked puzzled and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to Bai Hua in front of him, and pointed to the ground: "Is this the rescue air cushion you were talking about?"

  On the oak leaves pierced by thorns, three rows of small characters like dog bites are engraved - when the night cat calls, jump to the right, and there is a net below.

  Bai snatched a glance at Ye Zi and confirmed it again himself. It was quite rhythmic and didn't seem to have any mistakes.

  He nodded naturally: "When did I say there was a rescue air cushion? This is obviously a 'net' character!"

  With a worried look on his face, he seems to be worrying about the country's language education problem.

  The three of them had nothing to say, their temples throbbing with blue veins, and they felt that the heart rate that had just calmed down was accelerating again.

  I'm a mess, please don't spray me too much. You know that writing software in the small black room, right? I used it, but the speed is still only this fast.