More and more children were sent here, and there were already more than a dozen.
Nusi and Lan Xiaolan didn't have time to see the men's faces clearly. Their eyes and whole hearts were on the children.
Wounds of all sizes were all over the children's bodies, and the blood flowing from them had completely dyed Lan Xiaolan's clothes red.
Suddenly, a child who seemed to be about six or seven years old burst into tears.
Nature's relentless venting and outburst of anger obviously frightened the children.
Lan Xiaolan held the crying child in her arms, blew gently on the wound on the child's hand, and then hummed a song leisurely.
"Red windmill, please turn, good fortune will come to my home. Red windmill, please turn, flowers, please don't be afraid."
That was the song her mother sang when she held her in her arms and comforted her every time she got hurt while doing something naughty as a child.
Lan Xiaolan, her body stained with blood, had a calm expression on her face. She looked like a child who had suffered both mentally and physically, smiling and singing a touching song.
The children all snuggled up to her and calmed down a lot.
"Where's Brother Hei? Where's Brother Hei?"
"There is one last child, under the collapsed beam. Hurry! Go and help save him."
A sweaty, dusty man roared.
Just as everyone was preparing to rush into the ruins again, they saw a tall, dark figure holding a little girl in his arms, walking out calmly and calmly from the haze.
"Don't go in anymore. The last child has been rescued."
The man carried the injured little girl to Lan Xiaolan.
"She has fainted. The wound is on the back of her head. Can you save her?"
The man's hands slowly appeared in Lan Xiaolan's field of vision.
Oh my god! That's...
It was that pair of hands covered with totemic tattoos.
It was him! It was him! The man who had kidnapped him before.
Lan Xiaolan was so frightened that she stepped back slightly. She raised her eyes slightly to look at his face.
This time, he was not wearing a mask, and Lan Xiaolan could see his face clearly.
He has a neat short flat head and delicate facial features. There seems to be a big scar between his left ear and mouth, and his brown-black skin cannot hide the scar.
"It's you!" Xiaolan looked very flustered, with beads of sweat dripping down from her head. She was so panicked that she was stunned for a moment.
Lao Hei looked at her calmly, but there was no ripple in his heart.
At first, Lao Hei was also stunned as to why she appeared here.
But when he saw her and Ruth frantically healing one child after another, Old Black knew.
The purpose of their coming here is the same.
Save people!
"The child has fainted. Can you save her?"
"Huh? Put her down and let me take a look."
Lan Xiaolan took off her coat and let the little girl lie flat on it.
The girl fainted because something hit the back of her head.
Lan Xiaolan clasped her fists together, pressed them on the little girl's chest, and rhythmically performed CPR on the child.
As the minutes passed, everyone held their breath.
Fortunately, the girl's eyes finally opened slightly.
Seeing this, Lao Hei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He staggered and sat down on the ground beside Lan Xiaolan. He was completely exhausted.
This child was the ninth one he had dug out from the ruins.
But...but...Lao Hei collapsed and hugged his head with his hands. He actually started to tremble in panic.
Why...why couldn't he find it?
Where did she go?
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