The sudden beating flames of the water droplets barely burned his hair and eyebrows, causing him to take several steps back.

Then his foot just stepped on a stone, a small stone.

And because of the sudden force, the small stone slid to the side with Bai Qingyi's body, and with this sliding force, Bai Qingyi's body turned sideways and almost fell.

Due to the small space, his body had reached its limit, and it was in the boundless darkness, so his body seemed to lose its balance and fell down all at once.

Just as he was about to fall on the protruding stones, he quickly grasped the balance of his body and reached out to help him against the rock wall next to him.

Unexpectedly, due to the extreme fatigue of the body, the body's functions seemed to have no obey the command of the brain.

As a result, this series of accidents caused his body to suddenly lose its balance and fall hard in a certain direction of this corridor.

At the moment when his body was about to fall to the ground on the abruptly rising stones, Bai Qingyi's mind suddenly flickered, and all the active cells in his body were stimulated, and there was finally no danger.

The balance of his body was finally re-grasped, and then, volleying into the air.

This series of lightning-like changes, skillful and steady, he grasped every force and detail well, and even he himself was very confident that he would not fall down at last.

Still, he fell, and it was very hard.

Because in those series of movements just now, although he was quick and agile, and even regained the balance of his body, he forgot one thing.

He had completely forgotten that he was still in an endless, narrow, dreary corridor.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had just suffered a serious internal injury and had just recovered.

He even forgot that when his brother was healing him just now, he had passed on all his skills for nearly twenty years, and he had not yet fully integrated these skills into a part of himself, and he could not master these skills yet.

Therefore, when he seemed to volley in the air just now, if he was in an open place, he might be able to take off five or six feet in the air.

Even if you just have an internal injury, your body has just recovered, so you can fold it in half, but after the fold, there will be two or three zhang.

And this endless corridor can barely accommodate a person half-squatting, so in such a narrow place, he is absolutely not allowed to make such a dashing, such a presumptuous volley.

So, just when he thought he had found the balance of his body and would not fall, he suddenly heard a dull and fierce voice.

Bai Qingyi's body slammed into the rock above his head, only a "bang" was heard, and his head and back seemed to have been punched and kicked several times with the same force.

Then, like a sack, it was thrown straight from above.

Only a dull sound was heard, and Bai Qingyi fell down in a daze, and then, impartially, hit a hard object somewhere in the corridor.

Although the hard object was not very big, it seemed to be alive, and under his heavy blow, he heard a loud "bang".

Bai Qingyi felt that his head was almost about to crack, and with a bang, he was dizzy, numb, and he didn't know if it was pain or dizziness.

He said secretly: It's over, it's over, and the head must have become a big watermelon.

But he wasn't done.

When his head hit the hard object, his head didn't shatter.

For then he heard a louder sound than a crack in his head.

He thought he must be dead this time, his head cracking and aching, as if he had completely disobeyed him.

However, when he heard this voice, Bai Qingyi suddenly felt that his head was not as painful as he imagined.

He seemed to have completely forgotten about the pain.

He clutched the bulging bag on his head, looked in the direction from which the muffled voice had just come, and did not move or speak.

He just stared intently, because he knew that in the future, a miracle would happen, and this miracle would either send him to heaven or send him to the Yellow Spring.

He lay motionless in the rubble, clenching his teeth tightly, and even slowing his breathing, for fear that the slightest sound of breathing would affect his thinking.

When his mind began to slowly recover, he touched his head, and it seemed to be still intact and not cracked.

And the injury on the top of his head was not as serious as he imagined.

In the moment of waiting, an inexplicable nervousness suddenly swelled in his heart, but, please note, it was definitely not because of fear, but because of excitement, excitement.

Just now, when he fell, the torch fell to the ground with his body, but, thankfully, it was not extinguished.

When he raised the torch again, he felt the dim light of the torch dance faintly in the endless dark passageway.

It seems to be windy.

As long as there is wind, there must be cracks.

Bai Qingyi knew that this must be an air flow rushing in from a certain direction and a gap leading to the outside world, and where there is an air flow rushing in, there must be an exit to the ground.

Even if this exit is just a tiny crack, then he can dig this crack and get out.

This is already his only chance, and it is also his last hope, so he will never let go of any chance to escape.

Because this chance to escape was bought back by his brother with his own life, he must not let his brother's death be meaningless.

Before his death, although the elder brother repeatedly emphasized that he was not allowed to seek revenge on the fake Bai Qinghou and the little monkey, he must let the enemy pay for his blood debts.

No matter if he is sorry for his brother or disappointed his brother, he must not let those enemies who have harmed his brother like this comfortable in this world.

When he clearly felt that these slight air currents were rushing into this corridor from somewhere, ** his face, he was almost trembling with excitement.

He really wanted to kneel down and thank God for giving them such a chance to survive again.

He even wanted to shout and sing about the good life, or simply turn his head a few times to celebrate that he had been reborn.

However, the boundless silence and darkness around him calmed him down immediately.

The dull rumbling sound of the head and the stone just now continued, but at this time, the dull rumbling sound so slow and laborious, as if in the darkness, a giant of the desolation was standing there, moving a mountain vigorously.

However, this dull rumbling sound sounded to Bai Qingyi, not only did not make him feel the slightest horror, but even a kind of inexplicable excitement.

It's like admiring fairy music, like the fable of Ali Baba hearing the door of the robber's treasure rumbling open.