I asked you to pan for gold, do you understand panning for gold? Do you use a car to pull it?

The call was delayed, but the call was delayed.

Unfortunately, it was useless no matter how he dialed.

On the other side, Yin Xing was far away from the van, his face was extremely solemn, and he hurried back at a faster pace.

Twenty minutes ago, he was still exploring the goods on the ground, and the cool weather made him feel very comfortable.

Just as he was exploring, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong. He looked up suddenly and found that the sky had become so dark!

Then he took out his mobile phone to check the time, and he was instantly shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

Unknowingly, it was already so late, and he didn't notice it at all, and was still immersed in exploring goods and treasure hunting.

A strong sense of crisis lingered in his heart. He didn't care about anything else, and walked back with the detector, speeding up several times.

He walked and looked at his phone, and the lack of signal frightened him.

He could only pray that the sky would darken slowly. If it was completely dark, he would definitely lose his direction, and that would be the end.

Who knows what will happen if he spends a night in such a place.

As long as he reaches a place with signal, even if it is a little low, he can find the way back.

But his pace could not keep up with the speed of darkness. Twenty minutes later, the sky was completely dark, and Yin Xing was completely at a loss.

The moonlight tonight was quite sparse, and he could only see the front slightly. Yin Xing took out the flashlight on his mobile phone to illuminate it, carefully distinguished the way he came, and tried his best to walk back.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. The more panicked he was at this time, the more he was going to die.

He walked for another twenty minutes, and when he saw the tree that appeared a few minutes ago appeared in front of him again, he stood there in a daze.

"It's over." Yin Xing swallowed his saliva, his eyes slightly panicked.

He could no longer recognize the way he came.

After looking around carefully for a long time, he stared at a direction, tried hard to recall his memories during the day, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in that direction.

He didn't want to wait for death in the same place, so he had to try to walk.

But after walking for about ten minutes, he came to a completely unfamiliar place.

He was sure that he had never been to this place during the day.

He looked around in a state of collapse, not daring to move.

He was afraid that he would go further and further, and then he would really not be able to find the way back.

He didn't know whether it was because the weather was cold or because his heart was cold, he felt a little shivering at this time.

He looked around in panic, but he couldn't tell the direction at all. The mobile phone still had no signal. The only consolation was that there was still more than 60 batteries.

He sat down and lit a cigarette, forcing himself to calm down, but the more he smoked, the more he regretted it. Why was he blinded by the gold at that time?

He even forgot to check the time.

If he was given another chance, he would definitely not continue to explore forward, and he would just go back directly.

A chilly wind blew by, and goose bumps appeared on his body unconsciously. He rubbed them vigorously.

The water and food he brought with him were enough to last for a day, but the weather was getting colder. He was wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts. Could he really stay here for a night?

He had read the news and heard that there was something called hypothermia, which meant that even if the weather was not very cold, one could still freeze to death outside.

He felt that he had already had that sign.

He didn't want to die, but he was standing there and dared not move.

He was really about to collapse. He didn't expect that a small piece of gold could actually take his life.

If he had known this would happen, he would rather not have it.

Yin Xing turned back and forth, trying his best to find an opportunity to see if there was any familiar point in his memory.

At the same time, it was also to move his body and increase his body temperature.

But the more he looked, the colder he felt. He had already foreseen his end.

There was no place around here that he was familiar with. What should he do now? Could it be that he really had to spend the night here?

He really felt that if he stayed here for a night, he would be frozen to death.

After looking back and forth for an unknown period of time, he finally felt a little desperate, sighed deeply and sat on the ground, at a loss.

His body felt colder and colder, and he hugged his shoulders, with goose bumps all over his body, and he couldn't rub them off at all.

He buried his head deeply between his legs, so that he could be a little warmer.

Then he raised his head again, looking for the slim hope.

Taking out the remaining half pack of cigarettes, Yin Xing lit one after another. He was not addicted, but this made him warmer.

It's not that he didn't think about making a fire, but he didn't even have an axe, and he couldn't cut down much with a shovel alone.

Without enough wood, there was no way to start a fire.

Finally, he finished half a pack of cigarettes. He lit the pack and put his hands on it to warm them.

The flame seemed like hope, and it disappeared in an instant before Yin Xing could come to his senses.

He sighed deeply, thinking desperately, would he really die here today?

If there was a pile of fire in front of him now, it would be such a luxury.

He shook his head with a wry smile, hugged his legs and sat on the ground in a ball.

His mind was thinking about all kinds of things, and he even wondered if he should use his mobile phone to record his funeral.

This way, when they find him, he can give an explanation to his family.

Just when he looked forward inadvertently, he suddenly saw a very faint light.

And the light seemed to be flashing.

Yin Xing even wondered if he was really going to freeze to death and had hallucinations.

Isn't that what the little girl who sells lighters does?

But when he looked at the light carefully again, he found that the light seemed to be moving, not like an illusion.

In an instant, he thought of something!

Yin Xing grabbed the detector and ran forward, not even caring about being scratched by the bushes because he ran too fast.

He shouted while running: "I'm here, I'm here!"

But the light was really far away, no matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

And the light disappeared after a few minutes, Yin Xing was so anxious that his voice almost became hoarse.

"Don't go, I'm here, I'm here!"

Yin Xing was so anxious that he was about to cry. Who can understand the feeling of seeing hope but watching him slip away?

There is nothing more desperate than this.

Yin Xing looked at the light that disappeared like the flame just now, and his mood fell from heaven to hell.

He stood there and screamed helplessly, but there was no response around him.

Yin Xing stood there in a daze, with countless thoughts rushing through his mind.

Ten seconds later, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the place where the light had just appeared, even though it had disappeared.

Because it was too dark, Yin Xing even fell down halfway, and his legs were burning with pain.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the burning pain. If he didn't run to grab that glimmer of hope, he would soon be cold.

But he ran for a long time, but still didn't see the light of hope.