Wearing to 70's: I Want To Escape With Cubs

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Dusk has gone, a few wisps of thin clouds have covered half of the white light, and the light gradually dims.

In a thatched house surrounded by withered grass, Shen Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

Her whole body was cold and weak, and she was lying on the straw, with her hands and feet tied with ropes.

She struggled for a moment and found that the rope was tied extremely tightly, and her wrists and ankles would be painful if she moved.

Through the small open window, you can see that the sky has turned gray and the room is dark. Under the blurry light, you can vaguely see that this is a thatched house.

There was nothing in the room except a simple bed made of wooden boards and some scattered and dirty daily necessities.

The unfamiliar scene and the restrained hands and feet gave Shen Sheng an ominous premonition in her heart, and the calmness in her eyes was gradually swallowed up by fear.

The cold air before nightfall swept through the mountains and seeped into her skin bit by bit. Shen Sheng couldn't help but shiver.

Memories from before she fell into coma flooded into her mind.

At this time, in this hellish place deep inside, Tiantian's despair was like a tsunami, drowning her in an instant.

She struggled in panic, and her body squirmed little by little toward the door.

While squirming, his fingertips suddenly touched something cold and sharp.

She felt a sudden joy in her heart. Regardless of the pain in her wrist, she hurriedly groped for the cold little thing and found it was a small stone. Her eyes lit up slightly and she suddenly grabbed the small stone in her hand.

Her eyes flashed slightly, she grasped the sharp side of the small stone, and moved it towards the rope on her wrist with all her strength, rubbing it little by little.

However, the rope was thick and sharp, and it felt like a blunt knife. What was being cut was the tender flesh on her wrists. Every move on her wrists sent a sharp pain like scraping flesh.

The blood on Shen Sheng's forehead was not dry yet, her face was pale, and fine beads of sweat slid down her cheeks. Her wrists had been bruised to pieces, and the constant pain made her body gradually go numb.

Drowsiness and weakness hit her heart. She shook her head hard, bit her lip tightly, and let the blood slip from her lips and teeth little by little. Even self-mutilation could not stop her determination to save herself.

After repeating this, the sky outside gradually became dark, and the hemp rope on Shen Sheng's wrist relaxed a little. With a clear sound of "snap", the hemp rope on her wrist completely broke.

A bright light flashed in Shen Sheng's eyes, her bound hands were completely freed, and she slowly sat up.

By this time, she was sweating profusely and exhausted.

But she didn't care about resting. She took a sharp stone and cut the hemp rope on her ankle in the same way.

It was just that she had used all her strength to cut the hemp rope on her wrist. At this time, her whole body was sore and weak, and the cutting speed was as slow as a turtle.

Shen Sheng did not give up because of this, and she did not rest in the middle. Seeing the small threads of the hemp rope breaking one by one, her eyes flashed slightly, and she pursed her lips and worked harder.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Shen Sheng was shocked. Before she could react, the person had already opened the door.

Shen Sheng gasped hard, and the despair in her heart surged toward her like a tide. She was just a little bit closer to escaping...