The others groped their way over and used their hands and tattered clothes to push the things they had dug out into the nearby puddle.
My physical strength is being depleted rapidly.
Jiang Chan's consciousness stirred.
Several square, hard objects wrapped in oiled paper appeared in her hand.
They're energy cookies!
Jiang Chan fumbled around and quickly tore open the oil paper, and a faint, peculiar aroma of oil and roasted grains instantly wafted out.
In this space filled with dust, decay, and the stench of death, the smell was like a refreshing spring!
"Pillar! Uncle Hammer! Open your mouth!" Jiang Chan groped around, breaking the biscuit in half by feel, and then groped her way into the mouths of Pillar and Li Dachui, who were closest to her.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, then instinctively began to chew vigorously.
The biscuit was as hard as a rock and had little flavor, but a warm current quickly slid from my throat into my stomach, and my exhausted body seemed to be instantly injected with a weak but real strength!
"Keep digging!" Jiang Chan broke off a small piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed and swallowed it with all her might.
That little bit of heat, like a spark, sustained her body, which was on the verge of falling apart.
Pry! Scrape! Dig!
In the darkness, only this monotonous, desperate sound remained.
Sweat mixed with coal sludge streamed down his forehead, dripping into his eyes, causing a stinging and painful sensation.
I don't know how much time passed.
Just when Jiang Chan felt she could no longer lift her arm—
"Hiss..." Li Dachui suddenly stopped what he was doing, sniffed hard twice, "It seems...it seems like there's a breeze?" His voice trembled with uncertainty.
Jiang Chan was shocked!
He immediately took off his gas mask and turned his face to face the direction Li Dachui was digging.
Just a trace!
Extremely faint!
An airflow carrying a damp, cold, and musty smell!
It was as faint as the breath of a dying person, barely perceptible as it brushed against her soot-covered cheeks!
"There's wind! There really is wind!" Zhu Zi's voice was choked with ecstatic joy, and he almost shouted it out.
"Keep your voice down!" Jiang Chan's heart pounded, and she shouted in a low voice, "This is it! Quick! With the wind! Gently! Don't collapse it!"
Everyone was incredibly energetic!
The final will to survive squeezed out every last bit of strength from the body.
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