Chapter 99: Spring Breeze Doesn’t Pass the Jade Gate-North School Tomb Raider’s Notes

The wind was whistling and gusting above the pit, and the abandoned mine cave was well insulated underneath, so the three of us huddled together in Azazel’s hut for the night’s rest.

At first I did not dare to sleep too much, but in the second half of the night I couldn’t stand it, my eyelids were fighting, and I fell asleep in a daze.

“Hurry!”

“Wake up! Something’s wrong!”

I don’t know how long I slept for, but Xiao Xuan suddenly made a strong effort to shake me awake.

“What’s wrong!” I sat up as if startled, I got up and twisted my head around, almost scared to death!

It was dark, only to see Xiao Xuan holding a flashlight to her chin, cloaked in hair, looking just like a female ghost.

“Scared the hell out of me you!”

I yanked the flashlight from her hand.

“Something happened Yun Feng!” Xiao Xuan panicked and pointed outside in an urgent voice: “I just got up and realized that the rope we put down is gone! The mouth of the mine was also covered with wooden planks!”

“What!” I was so scared out of my mind that I ran out to see it without my shoes on and in my socks.

Seeing the situation in front of me, my face brushed white.

The hiking rope we had tied on earlier to get up and down the pit was gone!

Not only that, but the hole was boarded up!

Who did it!

“Still sleeping! Something’s wrong!” I went back and ripped off the beanpole bedding as soon as I could.

“This ….. This …..” Beanpole Boy came out and shone his flashlight upwards, and his face went white.

Mold grave here birds do not shit, I did not even consider that there will be outsiders ….

“Quickly think of a way,” Xiao Xuan anxious round and round, said without a rope how can we go up, how can we return to Yinchuan if we can’t go up.

“Don’t panic, you can’t panic, the more you panic, the more you mess up.”

The good thing is that the stuff is still there, and with all this food and drink, at least we’re safe for the time being.

Not bothering to sleep, we kept sitting down, getting up, getting up and sitting down, and kept walking in circles at the bottom of the pit.

Everything has been thought of.

With a height this high, a width far wider than a robber’s hole, and a smooth wall of earth around it with nothing to grab onto, there was no way to get up there in this situation.

It’s a dead end.

The only way to find us is if someone removes the planks, finds someone under the waste mine hole, and lets down the rope.

“Hey!”

“Who the fuck did this!”

“Hello! Anyone!” Beanpole shouted.

Only echoes came from down the hole, and no one answered.

“I know! The text message wasn’t even written by the head of the handle! It’s just someone trying to trick us into coming here! And then trap us here while we’re not looking, that must be it!” Bean Sprout Boy perked up.

“Bullshit.” I asked him back, “Who has nothing better to do than victimize us like this and make us prepare so much water and food, sick this man!”

“I’m sure that text message was from the handle, just wait, Azza can even hide here for six months, we’ve got something to eat and water to drink, we’re fine for now.”

That’s what I said, but it would be a lie to say I wasn’t scared.

Under the pit there was no distinction between day and night, we ate, drank and slept in the house, went outside if it was convenient, and then buried it with earth after it was convenient.

It’s too hard as time goes on, this slow waiting for death tortures everyone and I feel like I’m getting claustrophobic.

Maybe after five days.

Or is it seven days?

That day Xiao Xuan and I were lying down in the hut, and Bean Sprout Boy was outside taking a dump, when all of a sudden I heard Bean Sprout Boy shouting, “There’s someone! There’s someone here!”

I was busy pulling open the door and running out to check on the situation.

Beanpole’s ass wasn’t even wiped, his pants weren’t pocketed, and he was in his chaps waving his head up and yelling.

I looked up and up.

It was daylight outside, and the boards were slowly pushed open.

A long-lost beam of vision shone in.

It stung a little, and I squinted, raising my hand to block it.

Gradually adjusting to the sunlight, I looked up and saw three figures at the mouth of the mine, one of them had medium-length hair, it should be a woman, all three of them wore masks to make a disguise, with the kind of Monkey King masks that children play with.

Bean Sprout Boy put on his pants and shouted upwards: “Who are you! Is not you put the rope away! You ….”