Was it because the terrain here was too complex, plus it was too dark at night, that those people never found him.
Qing Yi's consciousness grew more and more blurred, gradually experiencing tinnitus, with a constant buzzing in his ears making it hard for him to hear the surroundings.
His eyelids were so heavy they could hardly be lifted. Now, he was only relying on willpower and a desire to survive.
The call that wasn't made, the call that Qing Yi didn't answer... he didn't know if the Third Master and the others would realize something had happened to him, would they come...
"Plop."
Finally, the hand holding the gun fell weakly to the ground, the gun still tightly clutched in hand, but there was no strength left to raise it again.
Everything in front of him got darker, and darker, and the moment his eyes completely shut, his vision and consciousness plunged into darkness.
