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After giving Jack a hard blow, Fatty turned around and left in a good mood. "Wait." I called to him. "How's your leg? It's half over, but I can see you're still limping." "I mean, even if it's broken, you'll still run. I'm not a sissy, and I can't pretend to be a grandson or a coward." Fatty ’s words are too targeted, they are directly directed at American Guy. Of course I can’t blame Jack for this, there are really few people like Fatty who won’t lie down as long as they can breathe. But Jack couldn't refute that, and he couldn't Fatty support it. "Don't hold on. Pick two bones from the pig and I'll make a splint for you. Otherwise, you won't be able to hold on." Fatty grinned and nodded: "Okay." "Fuck!" I shouted with my eyes closed. A voice. "It's really broken?" Fatty was limping when he walked, so I knew there must be something wrong. But I didn't expect it to be this serious. "It's not nonsense. I'm walking with a limp! Come on, don't be a sissy like AmericanGuy, and don't squeeze out your tears. I can't stand this." I really made him so angry, and I really couldn't stand it. I can't bear to let him suffer this, but right now, I can't help him. "Be careful and don't make it more serious. Well, also, get two more bones and I need a pair of splints." Fatty glanced at Jack. "knew."
Watching Fatty's figure disappear into the distance, my emotions were a tangled mess, and I couldn't focus on Jack, who was gasping for air beside me. My mind was consumed with worry for Fatty's current situation; if he were to fall here, it would be unbearable for me. In a way, Fatty was the person I would willingly trade my life for.
Fortunately, Fatty quickly returned with a large chunk of Lard and meat.
The temperature here was quite low, but it was still slightly warmer than the cliff top from which I had jumped. It wasn't cold enough to freeze Jack and me, who couldn't generate heat through movement. This made me believe that this place and the one above were not part of the same space. Under normal circumstances, the temperature here should be even lower; it should be an icy world since water flowed down from above.
I rummaged through my backpack and pulled out a spare cotton shirt, allowing the oil from Lard to soak into it to use as kindling. I started a fire.
Fatty pulled out a few bones from his pocket and tossed them onto the ground before plopping down in front of the fire with a long sigh. "Finally, I can take a break. This has been exhausting."
One of Fatty's legs lay across the ground in front of me; it seemed to be the injured one, unable to bend.
I picked up the Straight Blade that Fatty had thrown down and tossed it to Jack. "Cut the meat and roast it; we might as well die full."
"How unlucky," Fatty muttered. "Can't you say something more auspicious? I don't plan on dying here, even if this place feels like a damn coffin."
His words seemed to remind him of something; after pondering for a moment, Fatty stared at me and asked, "Qiangzi, is it possible that this place is the tomb we're looking for? Are we currently in its passage?"
I grimaced; how greedy could one be? Even with death looming over us, he was thinking about digging up graves.
"Brother Gang, wake up. If this is a tomb passage, we'll have to wait until we're dead to be buried here. These three passages," I pointed toward the three directions at the fork in the road, "would then become our burial site."
Clearly, Fatty hadn't grasped the full scope of our surroundings. When I illuminated the Fork in the Road with my One-Eyed Beast Flashlight, his attention was drawn to that Big Black Pig. It was only when I pointed out the three directions that Fatty asked in confusion, "There are three exits?"
Exits? That was not at all what I had in mind. Upon seeing this Fork in the Road, I immediately thought of the labyrinth beneath Lop Nur, filled with countless hexagonal grids and forks in the road.
Fatty's words sent a chill down my spine. Could it be that this place was similar to the underground of Lop Nur? From what I gathered from the Hakka people's accounts, there should be an exit leading out of the Underground Cavern. After all, there had been precedents; the earliest Hakka rebels had been released from here along with Secondary Mutant Creatures.
However, the Underground Maze of Lop Nur also had exits, though those led to even more bizarre and terrifying places. For now, I could only pray that at least one of these three passages would lead to safety rather than a grave. Otherwise, my words would truly come to pass: the passage would become our tomb.
"Hiss."
I tore open the pants on Fatty's leg that lay across my path.
"Stop overthinking it. No matter where we are or which passage is the exit, we first need to ensure we can reach it. We're half dead already; let's focus on something practical instead of pointless thoughts."
I ran my hands down Fatty's leg bone and found that his tibia was intact. When I pressed deeper with my fingers, I heard a hissing intake of breath from between Fatty's teeth, indicating that his fibula must have been fractured.
No wonder he had managed to hold on this long; his main weight-bearing tibia was unbroken. Otherwise, he wouldn't just be limping but dragging a broken leg as he crawled. But I believed that as long as he was alive, he wouldn’t just sit here waiting to die. He would crawl away from this cursed place.
"It's nothing serious; just a broken bone. I'll brace it for you. When you move, don't put weight on your foot—just let your heel touch the ground. If you avoid straining the muscles in your leg, it won't hurt too much."
As I spoke, I fashioned a splint for his broken leg using three pig bones.
Fatty was not pleased with me downplaying his injury because it also diminished his bravado in front of Jack.
"This isn't happening to you! Try being in my position! Don't stand there talking like it doesn't hurt."
Fatty snatched my One-Eyed Beast Flashlight from my belt and turned it on, searching around.
"Alright." I cut the ropes with my dagger and patted Fatty on the shoulder. "Just rest for now; we don’t know what’s coming next. Don’t waste your energy."
We have long since run out of medicines, let alone bandages. Fortunately I also had a bundle of rope in my backpack, but using it to secure the splint would of course be uncomfortable and ugly. But it can be fixed very tightly. Suddenly, my hand was grabbed by Fatty. I tried to pull it out, but the hand was as strong as a pair of pliers. But Fatty made no sound. I immediately realized that Fatty had discovered something and didn't want or be able to notify me verbally. I immediately looked at Fatty and found him looking at me palely. Of course, the black Fatty ’s face is white but also has a black background. When Fatty saw my face turned towards him, he immediately clicked Flashlight in the direction of the three channels, then turned sideways and mouthed three words to me. 'Lop Nur. 'My experience in Lop Nur has only happened to Fatty. The Fork in the Road that I am very familiar with is not too unfamiliar to Fatty. After all, what happened in Fork in the Road was too bizarre, weird and exciting, and it was also the episode I described most about Fatty. I nodded silently. The moment I nodded, I noticed that the background on Fatty's face turned white. (To Be Continued.)
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