Time passes by second by second.

The young man finally took action.

He swung his arm twice and threw the bed sheet out.

"It's over!" someone shouted, "It's clearly off!"

However, just as the man finished speaking, a rope ladder swinging in the air magically appeared near the bed sheet.

The soldier on the rope ladder grabbed the end of the rope and tied it to the ladder.

Jiang Shiyue slowly exhaled.

The people on the top of the mountain spontaneously applauded.

Chen Shanhe didn't applaud. He tore off a piece of bed sheet, tied it to his hand, and suddenly jumped to grab the bed sheet rope.

The strongmen pulled the rope dragging on the ground like a tug-of-war, trying to reduce the shaking of the rope as much as possible.

Jiang Shiyue raised her head nervously, looking at Chen Shanhe who was struggling to move forward, and an indescribable fear surged in her heart.

Just a piece of cloth rope, strong wind, shaking plane, and a distance of dozens of meters.

Each one is deadly dangerous.

If Chen Shanhe is even slightly careless, he will die.

At this moment, Jiang Shiyue discovered that she was afraid.

Afraid that something might happen to Chen Shanhe.

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

It's obvious that the two of them didn't spend much time together.

However, Jiang Shiyue did not have time to sort out his emotions and the origins of these emotions.

Her heart was like this rope in the air, swaying in mid-air.

More and more male comrades came up from the foot of the mountain. They extended the ropes and joined the "tug-of-war", trying to "pull" the plane in the air.

When he was halfway up the climb, Chen Shanhe, perhaps due to lack of strength or carelessness, let his entire body slip off the rope.