"You guessed wrong!"
The desperate duck head waited for the rolling stone to crush him, while the two grey wolves drooled, quietly anticipating his death. Although silent, their expressions seemed to mock him without words.
Han Yu knew nothing of the changes outside. He was now frantically swinging between death and rebirth.
Being crushed by the stones was his last act of defiance. Despite trying countless times, he ultimately faced the dilemma of stones ahead and hungry wolves behind.
His high tolerance for pain couldn't overcome the horror of being chewed alive.
Rather than being skinned alive, he preferred to be crushed by rocks for a quick end.
But it couldn't go on like this forever - the constant cycle of dying and coming back would lead to one day breaking down.
In his nearly obsessive search, Han Yu nearly cried with joy!
"Damn it, hiding here, why don't you just die!"
He looked at a protrusion halfway up the mountain, tears swelled in his tiny eyes.
