He pursed his lips, but the blood still flowed down the corners of his mouth and fell on the ground. Every time he dropped a drop, dense velvet grass would instantly grow in that place. When a whale dies, all things will come to life.
He wished he could poke his eyes out so that he couldn't see anything. He always loved to cry, and he couldn't pretend not to see. But he couldn't take them back to the east coast, because the Nujiang River would wash them all into the sea.
It was raining heavily, pouring down on him, covering his face and taking away his five senses in an instant, making it difficult for him to breathe and blurring his vision. The rain came suddenly, as if it was meant for him. Fanla and the others who were also floating on the bank of the Nujiang River were also drenched by the heavy rain, looking miserable, like drowned rats.
However, the rain made Shuo Yu's body much cleaner. The blood and smoke were washed away, leaving only a pair of muddy feet that could not be washed clean no matter what.
The road was muddy, dirty, and heavy. According to Shuoyu's speed, it would only take a few minutes to reach the Nu River, but he felt as if he had walked for a century.
Fanla was sitting on the bamboo raft, gasping for breath in the rain. It was only then that he realized that someone was missing. His hair was stuck to his scalp, and all the hair on his body suddenly stood up. He looked nervous and confused. He searched one head after another, but he still didn't see the person he wanted to see.
"Where's Banxian'er? Did any of you see him come up?"
Milong was pulling his secondary shooter Doubing, who had been lagging behind, and rowed hard. When he heard this, he also started looking for Banxianer.
But he's not on this.
Ah Yi hesitated and asked, "Could it be that he has already crossed over on another raft?"
Long Wenjian, who was directing the rowing at the front, had not yet dropped his gun and was firing towards the sky, but his voice was a little muffled in the rain.
"Grandpas, this boat can't move by itself, right? We have to row it, row it! Grandpas——!"
The veterinarian finally looked up with tears on his face. The old man was crying for Shuoyu, a good kid whom he treated as his son in his heart and in his mouth.
"Shuo Yu, that kid, he didn't run away with us. He's still on the Nantian Gate."
The veterinarian's words silenced everyone. Silence had fallen behind them. Raindrops pierced their bodies like knives and then disappeared. Apart from the sound of artillery fire from the east coast, there were almost no pursuers. Only then did they have time to think about why this was happening.
There were only more than a hundred people on the two rafts, and most of the remaining people were wounded soldiers left behind, and some were those who were unfortunately bitten by the Japanese bullets.
Fanla looked back at Nantianmen quietly, retching. Malnutrition and lack of exercise made him unsuitable for this high-intensity escape. He simply hid his head between his arms and secretly watched Nantianmen, which they had left behind.
They were the second group to cross the river. Fanla didn't know what Banxianer did, but he temporarily stopped the enemy's attack. On the surface of the Nujiang River, everyone's hands were busy mechanically, but their faces were looking at Nantianmen, the lush and green giant mountain.
They were expecting a miracle, a miracle that was impossible to happen. Fanla thought, if you can really come back alive, I will really admit that you are indeed a half-immortal.
Long Wenjian didn't blame them for their multitasking. He was also looking at the South Gate of Heaven where smoke and the souls of the dead were rising.
The surging Nu River was very powerful. They only had one ferry rope, which was not destroyed by the boats on the other side. It was the rope that Milong had exchanged his life for. That ferry rope maintained their fragile lives. Their only rowing tools were their hands and claws, and at most, the helmets that protected their heads.
It was getting closer and closer. The first group of guys who had crossed the shore were standing there looking at the leader and his group stupidly. They didn't know what to do, so they had to wait here for the leader and his group.
Like a pile of meat parts that had lost command and power supply and stopped instantly.
With empty eyes and lifeless gaze, he looked at the west bank.
Shuoyu suddenly appeared at this moment. Meng Fanle, who had been paying attention to the South Heaven Gate with his small eyes, was the first to discover him. He shouted and pointed at the blurry black dot.
"He's not dead, he's not dead?!"
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