In the dark night, I couldn't see my fingers.

Zhang Aihong walked alone in the inaccessible virgin forest, surrounded by tall trees, covering the entire forest even more gloomy.

There was no light in the sky, but the woods seemed to be shining, illuminating her.

The flashing light was still dozens of meters away from her.

Perhaps because of the distance, the bright light looks a bit ambiguous and unclear.

What is the light?

But no matter what it was, it was the only light in the woods after all, and she staggered towards the bright light like an insect with phototaxis properties.

The light in the woods is so dim that she can only judge which ones are trees and which ones are bushes based on the vague shadows.

What the **** is this place?

Why am I here?

Every step I took, I could hear the crackling sound of my foot on the dead leaves and the crisp sound of the dead branches breaking.

Is this place all but my footsteps?

Zhang Aihong walked forward tremblingly and looked around, but there was indeed no one around.

Not even a small animal appeared. Don’t those small animals like snakes, lizards, and hares live in the forest? Why can't you see them? Not only small animals, but not even a small flying insect? This is really a strange place.

She became more afraid as she walked, and became lonely as she walked. Is she the only living thing left in this world?

She was panting, like a tired old dog.

Since there is nothing in this wood, maybe there will be someone in the bright light. Somehow, she would have such thoughts, so she quickened her pace and ran towards the bright light.

Getting closer and closer to the bright light, she stopped and found that the bright light began to beat. In this weird and gloomy wood, the bright light was like a ghost dancing in a strange pose.

But how can light dance?

She rubbed her eyes, looked carefully, and couldn't help laughing.

Where the light is dancing, it is clearly a flame.

It was a burning flame, and the flames swayed in the wind, as if they were dancing.

Seeing the flame, she couldn't help but feel happy.

There is a flame, it means someone is there.

If there are people, she won't be alone, she won't need to be alone.

After walking for so long, she longed to see people, even a stranger she had never met, was better than wandering in the woods alone.

If she goes on like this, she will definitely collapse.

people! She just wanted to see people, whatever it was, even a living creature, she was fed up with loneliness.

In the dark night, the flame gave her warmth and motivation. She continued to speed up and ran wildly in the woods.

I don't know how long she ran, but she finally ran close enough.

But what she saw before her was shocked.

It was a small open space, and a fire was burning on the open space. I don't know who piled the dead branches into a pile and lit it again.

Who is it all right to light a fire here?

If this lights the woods, how much damage will it cause to the country?

Although Zhang Aihong is not a party member, he still has this awareness. Because she often sees the serious consequences of forest fires on TV.

Somehow, a gust of wind blew her hair away.

Being blown by the wind in such a terrible woods made her even more frightened. She tried to calm herself down. She tried to tie her hair and habitually touched her wrist, but did not find the hair band. She subconsciously reached into her pocket. Inside, I felt a slender object and took it out to see that it was a red plastic hairpin.

The hairpin has a beautiful shape, a butterfly flapping its wings.

Ok? How could this clip be in her pocket? She didn't think about its source, but pinned it to her hair.

Don't put on the red clip, the hair doesn't seem so messy.

The dead branches were burning with no one, making a crackling sound, with billowing thick smoke, toppled by the wind. It looked like it was dancing.

The flame she saw was actually the light from the burning branches.

Naturally, the blazing fire would not give her a shocking effect.

What shocked her was that on a big tree in the center of the clearing, a little boy was tied up. The little boy was wearing a school uniform and looked eight or nine years old. At this moment, the little boy was lowering his head, wondering whether he was unconscious or asleep. Up.

Ok? How can there be a child here?

Whose child is this?

He was definitely not lost when he was tied to a tree. He wouldn't be tied to a tree after being kidnapped by a bad guy?

Zhang Aihong's maternal love was instantly aroused, no matter what, she can't treat a child like this, she must save him.

Is this child asleep now? Do you want to wake him up?

She stepped forward boldly, and was shocked again when she saw what was binding the child.

It turns out that the child is not **** with ropes but vines. They are vines as thick as arms. The appearance of those vines binding the child is not artificial, but because of natural growth, the child is tied to the tree in circles. Up. Because there are many tender leaves on the vine.

The little boy still bowed his head, the fire shining on his tender skin, she felt the little boy alive.

Those fresh and tender leaves looked more verdant under the light of the fire. Obviously, this was the result of natural growth.

But how is this possible?

How did the vines trap a living little boy?

Could he just stand by the tree and let the vines grow around him?

Do not! Must wake him up!

Never let a child sleep in such a terrifying and eerie place.

Zhang Aihong walked to the little boy, stretched out a trembling hand, and patted his immature shoulder.

"Hey! Kid, when you wake up, you can't sleep in this kind of place."

But the little boy didn't respond, and Zhang Aihong's heart chuckled. Is this child alive? Isn't it dead?

She touched the little boy's face boldly and found that his face was hot. She stretched her hand under his nose and felt that he was still breathing, and the stone in her heart immediately fell to the ground.

Her fingers clearly felt that the little boy's breathing was steady, and it seemed that he was just asleep.

The woods were still terrifyingly quiet, the flames writhing wantonly in the wind, and continued to dance strange dances.

However, Zhang Aihong's heart was twisted into a ball. In such a strange dense forest, facing such a strange child and a bunch of flames, she was at a loss.

I thought that as long as she met someone in this deserted dense forest, her mood would calm down, but now she met an incredible little boy.