from Xingyuan

Chapter 657 361. Ruins
"Look at this spiral corridor, this sinking passage, and the etched patterns on both sides. There is no doubt that these are the relics left before the void invaded."

Jiaslin quickly climbed down the steps, excitedly pointing to the ordinary murals and said:

"It is said that before the Astorgar dynasty, the void had not really come to this planet. Swordsmen not only practiced swordsmanship, but also drew power from the void to improve their own strength. Presumably this is the swordsmanship map that recorded their battles Bar!"

"Jaslin is really well-informed."

"It seems that even if you lose your memory, you just don't remember your identity, and your knowledge and experience are still retained."

"It's awesome. The Jiaslin people are kind-hearted and knowledgeable. They are so lovable."

"Uh, this seems to be an ordinary totem..."

The freckled girl Xiwen quietly complained, and just as she finished speaking, she was immediately stared at by a group of indifferent eyes.

"Jaslin, don't be too happy, the main event is yet to come."

Seeing this, Polina immediately came out to smooth things over and changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, Jaslin, how did you discover this grotto?"

"Well, it's also a coincidence." Jiaslin smiled slightly, and his otherworldly charm immediately moved the hearts of the men and women in the team.

"Half a month ago, didn't a car from the Fermi Institute pass by our village?"

"Ah, I remember those people. One of them was wearing a white coat, followed by a crooked and skinny man in bandages, inseparable." Polina recalled: "Could it be that they are digging for the ruins here? I have never heard of it." People at the Fermi Institute love archeology."

"It's hard to say, anyway, I followed their tire tracks all the way."

Gaslin spread his hands.

"That being said, I also remember the research institute's car—it's as huge as a house, but it runs like a ghost, without a sound."

"That's normal. The research institute has long been targeting the civilian conversion of Ailijie's and void energy. Isn't it normal for vehicles, piston engines, aircraft, and telephones to have such results?"

Compared to this, Polina is more concerned about the whereabouts of the Fermi Institute:
"Speaking of which, why didn't I see them afterwards?"

"It's gone," said Gaslin.

"what does that mean?"

"Just, literally - 'disappeared', as if the world evaporated, even people and their cool cars disappeared without a trace."

The freckled girl suddenly realized something:
"Huh? No, they have already cleared up the relics, and then slapped their butts and left."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiaslin retorted: "The things I took out that day were not fake. You all saw them with your own eyes. I took them out from here, and only here can there be those things."

"That's true..."

In any case, this remark had some impact on the members of this small expedition team. Several boys whispered to each other. Polina listened to their conversation and learned that their hearts began to waver about the authenticity of the ruins.

But seeing Jiaslin's confident appearance, Polina didn't think he would lie.

They walked all the way down, and walked about hundreds of steps along the winding stairs, but the air was not necessarily thin. At first, a few people were frightened by the falling stones from time to time, but then they gradually got used to it, and the whole process became boring. Speaking of which, the gloomy vision is not friendly to them, and they must be careful with their feet at all times, if they are not careful, they may trip over bones and armor fragments.

"It's so boring."

Somebody said something, and the whole team immediately boiled over. The small team of only ten people split into four forces in an instant.

Polina and Jiaslin were always talked about by people trying their best, and they would be slapped on the shoulder from time to time. Polina was so busy that she almost forgot that she was in the dark underground.

Only the girl with freckles, Xiwen, was isolated. She was pushed to the end of the line alone. She wanted to join in and talk to Polina, but a pair of twin girls immediately blocked her.

"Jessie, Lissie..."

"There's no place for you here," said Jessie, the older sister with the left ponytail. "Go away, freckles."

"You're not from this circle, so stay where you're cool." Lizzy, the long-haired sister, sneered, "I brought you here because of your good relationship with Polina. Would you like to play with you?"

Xiwen still wanted to say something, but the two sisters didn't take her seriously, turned their heads and went back, continuing to join the conversation.

She looked at Polina and Joslin in the crowd, they were shining like the sun, people always revolved around them, beautiful people seemed to be welcome everywhere.

But she not only has freckles... she is also short, and her family background is not very good. She is far behind Polina, and she looks even more unsightly when standing next to the stunning beauty of Jaslin.

She pinched the corner of her skirt, and a thought arose in her heart:
'If only she could be as beautiful as Polina. '

As she was thinking this, a scream suddenly came from ahead.

"Mom!"

Xiwen looked forward, and the two sisters who had just made things difficult for her were sitting on the ground in horror at the moment, their faces paled, and with the light of the lantern, they could vaguely see the tragic situation ahead——

A young man named Nalta in the team stepped into the air, and then half of his body fell from the hollow of the stairs. His belly was cut by a sharp metal thorn, and his intestines and liver immediately vomited out. When he came out, he tilted his head, the light illuminated his skin miserably, blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and nose, his hands drooped on the steps beside him, and his fingertips clasped the gap feebly to prevent himself from falling.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Polina hurried forward, ignoring the dirt and blood, hugged Naerta's ribs from behind, and pulled him back to avoid secondary injuries as much as possible. Several people hurriedly grabbed his arm and pulled him drag up.

Nalta's body was twitching constantly, making a muffled sound of 'um'.

Polina laid the man down, then checked the injury with the light, and confirmed that there was no broken intestine and no damage to the aorta.

Thankfully, that meant he wasn't at risk of massive blood loss, nor a bowel fistula.

She hurriedly unbuttoned her coat, took off the medical bag she carried with her, put on gloves, and then took out a clean gauze from the inside, wet it with the clean water she carried, and then wrapped up the fallen intestines.

"Ugh!"

Nalta twitched instantly, his whole body was in pain, and he almost fainted.

Snapped!
Polina quickly slapped Nalta: "Don't faint, hold on, this is not a fatal injury!"

"I...uh...I vomit...it hurts...so dizzy..."

Nalta's eyes were blurred and vague.

"His condition is not right." Gaslin patted his head, and said in a deep voice, "He has hypoglycemia, and he had vomiting blood before—maybe he had visceral concussion bleeding, and he couldn't bear it."

"How come—Nalta, hold on."

Panicked, Polina quickly packed up her intestines and covered them with a clean wet towel to prevent air from entering the abdominal cavity and causing infection. Jiaslin dug out a large glass bowl from his backpack and asked him to cover it in time.

In this way, at least his life is saved for the time being. He only needs to be transferred to a safe place and sutured by a professional doctor. There will be no danger to his life.

However, Naerta was struggling in pain, his body instinctively wanted to curl up, and he couldn't cover the glass bowl at all, so he could only whimper:

"I'm hurting...help me...help me."

"You're fine, Nalta, take it easy."

Polina comforted the other party, and raised her hand to caress the other party's forehead, her body temperature was a little low.She looked at the girls behind and asked:
"Do you have candy?"

The twin sisters were terrified, with the smell of blood in the air and Naerta's tragic situation before them, how could they have the ability to react.

"help me……"

Nalta wept weakly.

"Narta! Don't be like this, good brother, live on." Dulin, who was older among the children, immediately became anxious. He was intimate with Narta, kneeling directly beside him, holding his hand, and constantly Said: "Don't you still want to be a knight of the Kingdom Council? How can you fall down here?! Hold on, Naerta, don't die, Naerta..."

"I can't help it..." Jiaslin shook his head: "We didn't prepare enough fast-rising food, he didn't have the strength to resist, and the environment of the ruins is obviously not clean, and it's easy to get infected."

As if struck by lightning, Durin quickly grabbed Naerta's hand:

"No, don't! Nalta, don't listen to him, you'll be fine, buddy, wake up, don't fall asleep, please, don't die, don't die, brother, don't die..."

Seeing this, Polina fell silent. She knelt on one knee and looked at her plastic gloves covered in blood.

She tried her best to follow the methods her grandfather taught her, and used them all, but this venue simply didn't have enough conditions to save him.

What is this... Isn't the purpose of learning this knowledge so that it can be used at critical times?

I thought it was an ordinary adventure, but in the end this kind of thing happened.

Naerta also has family members, and she also has elders who love her like a grandfather. She remembers that the other party's father was an honest farmer, just such a child...

How painful it would be if he knew that his son had died in his ranks!
Snapped!
Polina opened her waist pocket, took out a tube of black medicine from it, and skillfully put it into the injection gun.

Gaslin glanced at it, and his pupils constricted immediately: "That's—"

"Nalta."

Polina squatted down, slowly pulled the bolt, and gave the injection gun enough energy, said in a deep voice:

"Next, you're going to be a little sick - but you hold it in, it won't hurt you."

Nalta whimpered, and Polina pulled his head without hesitation, raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed at Nalta's cervical spine, and pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)