Crash—
The rain was pouring down, and the mud was flowing everywhere, but it couldn't get into the cave where the fire was burning.
The broad leaves blocked the entrance to the cave. Because there were so many of them collected, they were stacked together thickly to form a windbreak wall.
Ji Cheng was still a little worried, so he went over to check to make sure no wind was leaking into the cave.
In the corner on the left side of the cave, Ji Mian lay quietly with his eyelashes drooping, a thin coat wrapped around his wet body, his face pale under the firelight, and he said nothing.
Tick. Tick.
Water drops fell from the wet black hair. Although it was close to the campfire, it seemed that it would take some time to dry it.
Ji Cheng sat cross-legged beside the campfire and said carefully, "Brother, please sit closer. It will be much warmer if you roast by the fire."
Ji Mian didn't say anything.
Ji Cheng shut up awkwardly, picked up a wooden stick, and moved the campfire towards Ji Mian.
The cave was found by Ji Cheng, who had been staying here for some time. Inside the cave, there was a bed made of soft grass leaves and some dry wood.
As for how he made the fire, he carried a thin metal tube as thick as a finger joint. When he pressed the switch, the flame spurted out and condensed into a one-meter-long fire blade.
Of course, you can also adjust the mode to release strong current and turn it into an electric shock device.
This was a small self-defense prop, but here it becomes a useful fire-making prop.
The bonfire crackled, and Ji Cheng stole a glance at Ji Mian.
There was chaos just now, and he just felt that his brother's condition didn't seem to be very good. Now he was secretly observing and realized that something was wrong.
Ji Cheng: "Brother! Your hand!"
Before, Ji Mian had come all the way here with the help of a crutch.
The iron pipe used as a crutch was flattened at one end, with a sharp edge. Ji Mian's palm had been cut by the sharp edge, and blood was dripping.
The blood dyed the pale fingertips red, drop by drop, splashing out eerie blood flowers.
Ji Cheng rushed over, rummaged around on his body, and pulled out a small square box.
It was a simple healing device.
A self-defense tool and a healing device were the only two things he had left.
Ji Cheng placed the therapeutic device in front of Ji Mian. The small square box opened automatically, floated in the air, and shot beams of light in all directions.
The dim light fell on Ji Mian, and Ji Cheng observed Ji Mian's expression without blinking.
Click.
After a few seconds, the treatment device lost its light and fell to the ground.
Ji Mian's face was still pale, with no signs of improvement. Only the wound on his palm had barely stopped bleeding.
Ji Cheng was shocked, this meant that his brother's injuries were very serious and this simple treatment device alone would have no effect at all.
He immediately leaned over and wanted to check Ji Mian's injuries, but was gently pushed away by the slender bloody hand.
The movement was very gentle, because Ji Mian had no strength at all.
But that kind of gesture was an irreversible rejection.
Ji Cheng froze.
Ji Mian closed his eyes and rested.
But he never looked at Ji Cheng.
Ji Cheng suddenly remembered that after they met again, Ji Mian only said one sentence to him.
"Where's your communicator?"
"Broken, broken."
And then nothing happened.
His brother didn't even ask how it broke, nor did he ask why he was not at home but ended up here.