And He Haijiang, she trusted him so much, but in the end, it was he who led her to death step by step. In the end, he was clearly above, but he refused to dare to look down. At that moment,
Her heart went cold... Helpless, she subconsciously thought of two people - her mother and father.
He Haijiang sat helplessly on it, in a daze...
At this moment, a hand gently patted He Haijiang's shoulder. He Haijiang was so frightened that he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who?"
I saw a monk in white standing behind him, with a calm smile on his face, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, donor, don't be surprised."
"You...are you a monk? Are you from the rescue team? Why did you come so late? Don't you know that if you delay for even one second, someone will die?" He Haijiang roared crazily as if he had found a venting bucket.
: "If you had come earlier, Mu Jie would have been fine! It's all your fault, you have to bear the responsibility..."
No matter how He Haijiang roared, the monk in front of him smiled gently, but he couldn't help but wanted to curse in his heart: MMP, you still know that someone will die? You know the danger, and you run into the mountains to seek death? But he said lightly
: "Are you talking about the benefactor under the cliff? She's not dead yet?"
"Isn't she dead?" He Haijiang was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the monk's arm and asked, "She's not dead?"
The person who came was none other than Fang Zheng. He had seen everything that had happened before. He Haijiang and Cheng Mujie could be said to be extremely disappointed! Similarly, Fang Zheng had no intention of rescuing people right away. Since he had made a mistake, he had to accept some punishment.
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Fang Zheng nodded, and He Haijiang was immediately ecstatic, pointing downwards and saying: "Then what are you looking at? Save people quickly!"
When Fang Zheng heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed. Good guy, hurry up and save people? This is so easy to say! Since it's so easy, why doesn't he save him? Are you still crying like a sissy?
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, donor, and poor monk cannot save her. If you want to save her, you have to rely on yourself."
"Myself?" He Haijiang was stunned. He looked at Fang Zheng, who had both hands empty, and then looked at himself. He suddenly realized that this monk seemed to be unable to do anything. He couldn't help complaining: "How come your rescue team can't connect the rescue tools?"
Nothing? Nothing, how can I save people?"
Fang Zheng asked, "Oh? What tools does the donor want? The poor monk can help the donor think of a way."
He Haijiang looked at the cliff behind him, and then at the monk in front of him. He turned his eyes slightly and said, "I need a rope! A very strong one." In his opinion, Fang Zheng had empty hands, and he definitely didn't have these things. In this case, he
No need to go out and take risks...
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng smiled and took out a thick nylon rope from his arms. The end of the rope was in Fang Zheng's arms, and you couldn't tell how long it was. Fang Zheng said, "What a coincidence, I have the right place here."
There is a rope, donor, go ahead and go down to save your lover."
Seeing this, He Haijiang was stunned. He looked at the two thumb-thick nylon ropes, then at Fang Zheng, and finally at the bottomless abyss. He swallowed and seemed to be making a difficult decision.
"Donor, you have to save people quickly, otherwise it will be really dangerous to be a donor." Fang Zheng reminded.
"I..." He Haijiang was also struggling in his heart. He wanted to save Cheng Mu Jie, but he was more afraid that he would go down and accidentally fall to death. He didn't know how to reject Fang Zheng, so he could only rack his brains to think.
An escape strategy. Yes, he was not thinking about how to save people, but how not to go down and let Fang Zheng go down.
At this moment, He Haijiang saw Fang Zheng's body. Although the clothes were wide, they were not bulging. Such a thick rope would definitely not hold much. Thinking of this, He Haijiang had an idea and said, "How long is your rope?"
I need a rope tens of meters long."
Fang Zheng put the end of the rope into He Haijiang's hand and said with a smile: "I came out in a hurry. The poor monk doesn't know how long the rope is. The donor might as well pull it out himself and see."
He Haijiang looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously and sneered: "Is there something wrong with your mind as a monk? You hide the rope in your clothes. How much space does your clothes have without you? How many ropes can you hold?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Donor, you will know if you pull it out and take a look."
He Haijiang said: "If the rope is not long enough, I will not go down. I have never seen a rescuer like you. You don't go to save people yourself and let me go..."
He Haijiang muttered and complained, and pulled the rope at the same time. In his opinion, the rope was definitely not long, and he pulled it in just a few times. But when he really pulled it, he was surprised to find that the rope was extremely long.
! No matter how much he pulled it out, the pile behind him was more than ten meters long, but he still couldn't see the end!
"How... is this possible?" He Haijiang exclaimed in his heart, and at the same time, he pulled out faster. However, what shocked him was that the rope seemed to be endless, and he could not finish it no matter how hard he pulled it!
"Donor, it's already a hundred meters long. Donor is only a dozen meters away. These ropes should be enough, right?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
Hearing Fang Zheng's words, He Haijiang came back from the shock, looked at Fang Zheng in disbelief, and subconsciously asked: "Are you... a human or a ghost?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a monk helping the rescue team to save people. Donor, we have the rope, go down and save people."
When He Haijiang heard that he was about to go down to rescue people, his legs became weak. He had an idea and said: "A rope alone is not enough. I also need a safety buckle."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng took out two metal safety buckles as thick as his little finger from his arms and asked with a smile: "Donor, take them."
He Haijiang's face suddenly turned pale. This monk was so weird. He came empty-handed, but he could take out a hundred-meter-long rope from his arms, and now he took out a safety buckle. Is this guy a human or a ghost?
Fang Zheng saw that He Haijiang was not moving and walked to the edge of the cliff alone. He looked at Cheng Mujie below and said with a smile: "Donor, the tree is about to break. If you don't go down, Donor Cheng may really die."
"I..." He Haijiang was still trying to find a reason to shirk.
Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly shouted: "You are still looking for excuses?! Your lover is in danger, and your child is looking for excuses to shirk?! A manly man, you are so afraid of death, what use do you have?"
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He Haijiang was startled by Fang Zheng's sudden shout, and quickly shouted: "I didn't!"
"No? Then go down!" Fang Zheng scolded him and pulled He Haijiang to the edge of the cliff. As a result, He Haijiang was so frightened that his legs weakened on the spot, and he burst into tears and shouted: "Let go,
Let go, I'm going to fall! Help... the rescue team, the monks, are killing people!"
Cheng Mujie saw this scene clearly. In fact, she didn't know what was going on. She could hear what the monk and He Haijiang said above clearly, as if they were in her ears. Now again
Seeing He Haijiang like this, her heart was completely cold. The last illusion she had about He Haijiang was shattered. She laughed at herself in her heart: "Is this the person I have chosen to live my whole life? This is what I keep saying I want.
Is this the person who will protect me all my life? Is this the person I protect to the death and can quarrel with my parents? I am really blind..."