Locke took a deep breath, knowing that the last time left for them was running out.
He must use the shortest time to find the most suitable destination for them to sleep peacefully.
The road up the mountain is not easy to walk, and it is mostly covered by the messy weeds.
Fortunately, due to the early winter, most of these weeds were withered, and Locke could step on them without much effort, making a rustling sound under his feet.
He hugged Chama tightly and moved forward step by step, each step was extraordinarily steady, for fear that a slight bump would affect Chama's wound.
After finally reaching the halfway up the mountain, Locke was already out of breath, and his back was wet with sweat.
But there was no fatigue on his face, he just looked down at Chama's condition.
Fortunately, Chama's chest was still rising and falling slightly, and Locke was completely relieved.
"Great, this place is clean enough. From now on, there will only be you and me, and no one will disturb us again."
Locke whispered, found a slightly cleaner place, and sat down with Chama in his arms.
"See? We came here to blow up this cave a few years ago, but now we are sitting here in despair. What a retribution."
Locke smiled softly, his eyes fell on the rubble pile that they had blown up, and his heart was filled with emotion.
How high-spirited they were back then, I'm afraid they would never have imagined that there would be such an ending.
If there is life in the cave, maybe it really took revenge on them.
Locke shook his head mockingly, looked down and saw that Chama had opened his eyes, and asked in unison, "We are here, are you familiar with this place?"
Chama looked at the surrounding environment, her eyes were blank for a few seconds, and she said hoarsely, "Goddess...Feng?"
"Yes," Locke nodded slightly. "When I went up the mountain just now, I suddenly had a crazy idea. If we hadn't blown up this cave, maybe we could have copied a brand new you."
Chama stared at Locke, who was full of pain, and sighed in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.
Just like what Locke said, if they hadn't blown up the cave back then, Locke would have felt a lot more at ease if he had a clone to accompany him after he left!
It's just that it's too late to say these things now, there is no medicine for regrets in this world, and what has happened can't be changed.
Locke quickly understood Chama's thoughts, smiled and shook his head, "Idiot, I'm just talking casually, even if you are really copied, he is not you."
Chama's heart was filled with soreness, and his eyes drooped slightly because of the grief, hiding the tears that were about to become uncontrollable.
He is an old man, even if he is parting from life to death, he must never shed tears like a woman.
"It doesn't matter if it is blown up, no one will come here again. When I dig this abandoned cave, it will be our final destination."
Locke said, gently put Chama down, and then tried to dig up the messy gravel.
Even if they go to die together, he still wants to walk in a decent way, at least not leaving dead bodies in the wilderness.
Although this cave has been bombed long ago, I believe there is still some space inside, which is enough to accommodate them to hide their remains.
Locke bent down and tried to carry the broken stones, while Charma sat on the side in a daze, his nose getting more and more sore.
His vision was so hazy that he could barely see Locke's blurry figure, struggling to move the stones.
These stones have accumulated over the years, and now they fall one after another with Locke's movement, stirring up dust everywhere, and the air is full of the smell of dust.
Charma really wanted to rush up and push Locke away, tell him to stop busying himself, he really didn't care where he died in the end.
Anyway, after a hundred years, it will be a pile of dead bones. As long as it is not a violent corpse in the wilderness, it is okay to just fall into the grass.
But even this strength, he doesn't have it now, he can only lean on his last breath, listening to the approaching footsteps of the god of death.
"Crash—!"
Locke hurriedly moved the messy stones, trying to clear out the cave as much as possible.
The accumulated stones were moved away, causing the gravel above to collapse and slide down, stirring up a large cloud of dust, which made a clattering sound.
Afraid that the chain reaction would get worse, Locke rushed to Chama and protected him firmly.
And the fact is, as Locke guessed, it was just some gravel falling down, and finally the big rocks rolled down and scattered.
Some gravel even shot out and hit Locke's back directly.
He gritted his teeth and kept silent, protecting Chama without giving way, preventing him from being hurt in the slightest.
Soon, the collapse stopped, and Locke turned around with a long sigh of relief, and continued to lift stones.
Although the small collapse just now was thrilling, but fortunately, a lot of rubble was poured out, exposing the previously buried cave.
Locke was overjoyed, as long as he worked harder, he would be able to clear the cave entrance, which is great!
He rushed over ecstatically, and worked harder to carry it, without even noticing his blood-drenched hands that had already been ground by stones.
In Locke's eyes, this small injury was simply ignored, and he didn't even notice the slightest pain.
On the stones he moved, each one was covered with bright red bloodstains, which looked shocking.
At this moment, a vigorous figure jumped down from the towering pile of rubble and stopped in front of Chama.
"Who!" Locke rushed over immediately, and when he saw that it was the snow leopard raised by Ping Shun since childhood, he exclaimed in surprise, "Leopard? Why are you here?"
Snow Leopard turned to look at Locke, his golden pupils narrowed slightly, as if thinking.
And the moment he saw the snow leopard, Locke had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of a good idea.
He remembered that Pingshun brought back the young snow leopard from this cave.
Now that the snow leopard suddenly appeared, did it sense that someone wanted to enter the cave and came here on purpose?
"Leopard, you know how to get in here, right?" Locke tried to ask Snow Leopard, "Can you do me a favor and open the cave for me?"
Snow Leopard took a serious look at Locke, jumped up and came to the place where the rubble was piled up.
Locke thought his hope was in vain, sighed silently, and continued to lower his head to move the broken stones.
It was because he thought too much, no matter how clever the snow leopard was, it was just a leopard, so how could it understand what he said?
Fortunately, the cave can already be seen vaguely in front of him, as long as he works harder, I believe it will be cleared away soon!
"Aw—!"
The snow leopard stood on the top of the towering rubble, and suddenly let out a long howl.
It has grown up with Ping Shun since childhood, but its voice still has an unruly wildness and a domineering forest.
Locke raised his head when he heard the sound, but was shocked to find that a gap slowly appeared in the hole that was previously covered by gravel.
"My God!"