There were several dead bodies lying in the pit. Such a bloody and terrifying scene was not suitable to remain in her mind as an indelible memory.
Shi Ying tugged on the rope to make sure it was firm, then tied the thick hemp rope around Huangfu Jiajia's waist, tied it with a tight knot, and dialed Xiaosi's phone: "Pull!"
After giving the monosyllabic command, he held Huangfu Jiajia's body with both hands, and several people pulled the rope above him to move back. Jiajia, holding the rope with trembling hands, pursed her lips without saying a word, and used her legs to lend strength.
Stepping on the wall of the pit, which was five to six meters high, she was pulled to the ground in two minutes.
The crying in my ears became louder and louder, and the noise on the ground was even louder than under the pit. The cries of women and children could be heard from all directions, and the curses of men came and went...faintly and uninterrupted.
She nervously grasped the corner of her clothes and couldn't help but want to open her eyes, but Shi Ying's words were in her mind, so she tried her best to endure it and waited...and waited...[
She waited for the familiar breath to wrap around her again, and a pair of slender and strong hands to pick her up from the ground, before she murmured: "Shi Ying, can I open my eyes now?"
"no!"
Shi Ying refused and glanced sideways at Liuliu: "Bring me the tie you are wearing."
Liuliu quickly took off his tie and handed it to Shi Ying. Shi Ying, who was holding the tie, covered Huangfu Jiajia's eyes, went around the back of her head to tie a knot, and hugged her tightly: "Now, continue singing to me, don't
Don't think about it when you listen, concentrate on singing, Huangfu Jiajia, I'll give you a chance to charm me, you have to seize it, maybe your singing will impress me..."
When Jiajia heard his last words, "Maybe the singing can touch me," she seemed to be filled with pink love bubbles for a moment. In this atmosphere full of death, her mind was filled with fantasies about singing by herself.
What kind of song can move Shi Ying, and she sings the song she thinks is most likely to move him really affectionately, in a low voice, a cappella...
And just a few steps away, there was a corpse lying on the ground. The family members knelt down beside the corpse and cried loudly...
"Master Shi, the helicopter will arrive in twenty minutes."
Shi Ying squinted her eyes and nodded. It was now 10:02 in the evening, and there were intermittent aftershocks. It seemed that there was an invisible hand of hell trying to catch everyone.
"Leave two people behind, and the others will form a rescue team to help everywhere." Shi Yiao gave the order calmly and decisively. Two personal guards, Xiaosi and Liuliu, stayed beside Shi Yiao, and a dozen other subordinates.
But they dispersed at the same time, using extremely weak light to rescue everyone...
The sky over the entire Emerald Lake was shrouded in a thick haze.
Jiajia held Shi Ying's arm tightly. She could not see anything, but her hearing was extremely sensitive. The cries, screams, and cries of fear... came and went, intermittently, big or small, lingering in her mind.
In her ears, even if she wanted to sing the most affectionate song, she couldn't really let go of everything around her. Tears were falling down. She was very scared, very scared, and really couldn't drive away the haze.
"Shi Ying, I...I can't sing anymore..."
Really, she was so stimulated by the various sounds around her that she couldn't sing anymore. Fear... fear... endless fear... seemed to swallow her whole body.
"Then we won't sing." Shi Ying patted her head: "The helicopter will arrive soon, and we won't be in danger."