操！ 林风又是一口唾沫星子喷出去，呛得自己猛咳嗽。这鬼地方比他上辈子待的炼丹铺后院仓库还黑！连只耗子影子都瞅不见。

他挣扎着坐起来，后背跟被压断了一样。低头瞅瞅，这身衣服又破又旧，料子粗糙得跟猪皮似的，脚上那双鞋？直接就是块破布裹着两只脚，草料塞得塞不严实。这哪儿是他那身价值不少的纳身着？

“操！” 林风低声骂了一句，伸手去摸腰间。空的！上辈子为了给妹妹筹集手术费，拼命赚的钱全没了，连块像样的玉佩都留下。现在只剩下这身破烂。

他靠在陡坡边上喘气，脑子嗡嗡响。这不是南岭省最大的山，青云山的后山吗？怎么一闭眼就到了这儿？还有这身装束……

“劫道？还是…被扔进山里了？”林风心里嘀咕。他记得很清楚，是被人堵在青云山脚下那条土路上，抢了身上最后一点钱，然后一拳打晕了。再醒了，就成了现在这副德行。

“得先找个人问清楚。”林风定了定神。他挣扎着爬起来，脚下一滑又差点摔趴下。这草丛里全是硬土块和碎石子，还带着不少荆棘。

“妈的……”林风 curses under his breath, ripping a thorn off his leg. It bled, but he paid little attention to it. His priority was survival, and that meant finding shelter before the night got any deeper.

He walked for what felt like hours, but it was hard to tell in the utter darkness. The slope wasn't steep, but it was endless, like the mountain itself was trying to swallow him whole. His clothes were soaked through, and his stomach growled loudly, reminding him he hadn't eaten in days.