Ye De opened his eyes hard, but he didn't know whether it was because he was about to lose strength or because his vision was blurred by tears. For a while, he couldn't see anything clearly except a pale shadow above his head.
Ye Jing disappeared, the sunshine outside the nursery disappeared, and he returned to this cold, silent and expressionless night.
The effect of coffee has reached its end, and the feeling of weakness and exhaustion is creeping into the edge of his mind, peeking around, ready to reach out and catch him at any time.
Ye De's temples jumped, as if his brain nerves were about to break due to the heavy load, and his thoughts were all broken into pieces. All he could think of for a moment was doubt: Why could he stop in mid-air?
The mutated An Ran can also stretch his arms to grab the city wall above - although due to his weight, no city walls or rocks can bear him; but now... what is he grabbing?
Perhaps because of confusion and distraction, his muscles relaxed slightly, and he immediately felt his hands slipping off something. His body was once again bitten by gravity, and he was pulled straight down towards the haze. The pale one above his head
The shadow seemed to be stimulated and suddenly swooped down - it was at this moment that Ye De remembered and understood why he felt so awkward and strange.
To use an analogy, it's like a person is pulling himself off the ground by his back collar - it sounds as unreasonable as it sounds, but this is the essence of the current situation.
Ye De's instinctive reaction was very fast. As soon as he slid down, the spherical silver-white head immediately rushed down with him. In desperation, he reached out again to grab it, and firmly hugged the silver-white head floating in the air with his arms.
, and finally stabilized its decline.
He took a few heavy breaths, and for a while his muscles all over his body were tense and he didn't dare to move anywhere. He only dared to move his eyes and look down.
Compared to Fanjia City, he was now much closer to the smog layer. He could even smell the unique smell of the smog, as if many fingers were pressing on his face, looking for a hole to get through.
Tens of meters below, the thick solidified haze looked like substance, like an endless expanse of ground in the dark night; his eyes could not penetrate the haze, and he could not see where the fallen An Ran was.
Are you still alive and trying to climb up?
It is really unimaginable that he was in the fright and horror of falling off the cliff just now, and in the dehydrating shock where the effect of coffee was about to end, he actually still retained the last bit of reason and will, and managed to pull the silver-white head over in time, and also grabbed it.
It held on and stopped falling.
He knew that he actually didn't want to die. He carried two lives with him, one was his own and the other was Ye Jing's. As long as he was alive, every breath he took seemed to give oxygen to those in the dark.
Ye Jing allowed her to continue to see this world and this city.
It's just that what supports the silver-white head floating in the air is his own strength - that is to say, the tighter he holds on, the greater his burden becomes. He can feel that his strength and energy are being exerted like this.
They are rapidly consumed in a fragile balance that is like a see-saw between each other.
Not to mention sending messages to Lin Sanjiu, now he has almost squeezed out all his evolutionary abilities. He can only barely keep his silver head from falling off. He can't even adjust any other functions. He can't even float.
When he went up there, he couldn't even call for help. Could it be that after all his efforts, he could only survive for a few minutes?
No, wait, he doesn't seem to be completely in despair yet.
Panting, Ye De hugged the silver-white ball with his left arm. As soon as he put his body weight on his left arm, he suddenly felt that it trembled slightly in mid-air, as if it would slip and fall at any time.
It scared him into a cold sweat.
He waited with bated breath for two seconds. Seeing that he hadn't fallen to his death yet, he quickly took out the coffee cup with his right hand. He bit open the lid bit by bit with his teeth and poured in the three or four sips of coffee he had reserved as a last resort.
In his stomach - a familiar and reassuring warmth quickly rushed into his blood vessels, refreshing him, and the silver-white ball seemed to be much more stable, no longer trembling.
It wasn't until his five senses became clear again that Ye De vaguely heard the sound echoing in the night wind.
"Ba Tou De!" This name was also spelled out by him from the fragmented and shapeless human voice. "Ba Tou De, are you still alive?"
It seems like...Anna.
"Batou De!" She probably yelled while lying on the edge of the cliff. She didn't know how much force she used. Even though they were so far away, it reached his ears. "I found a few people. We can think about it.
I can pull you up. Where are you? Just shout!"
How long had the child been shouting? She still refused to think about whether she might have fallen off the cliff and died?
For a moment, Ye De wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. When indescribable emotions rushed into his throat, he immediately turned into a loud shout: "Anna! I'm here!"
The night wind calmed down, leaving him hanging alone in the darkness; after waiting for what seemed like a lifetime, he finally saw a few flashlights of white light, piercing the hazy mist of the night, searching and cruising above his head.
The silver-white head tried its best to float up a few inches, which was the maximum distance it could carry itself up. Thanks to his movement, several rays of light from above quickly focused on him - and along with Anna's cry "
You are indeed alive!" A long rope composed of several lengths of rope, sheets and cloth also hung dangling down.
When he was finally helped into the city road by a few warm hands, Ye De fell to the ground in a daze, feeling as if he had died several times, with the brick floor in front of him and the water glass at his lips.
, the busy footsteps around me... have been separated for more than a lifetime.
A strange voice murmured "Great", someone took a breath for his injuries, and ordinary people's hands placed something under his head... Anna knelt down beside him, as if
I couldn't say anything except cry.
Ye De was on the verge of coma at this time, but he still remembered that he was not the only one who went to the city to investigate the situation. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer, and he had to inform Lin Sanjiu of the situation here quickly. She
Only then can you decide the next step.
The silvery man's head floated not far from his shoulder, because he no longer had to bear his weight. At this moment, he could even out his remaining power and send a message to Lin Sanjiu.
Ye De breathed out the words and waited for a while.
He received no response, so he sent another message - and after a few minutes, still nothing.
Ye De slowly got up. He focused his last energy on the head, letting it float into the air, and searched for the sound of Lin Sanjiu.
...Lin Sanjiu, like many ordinary people, seemed to have evaporated from Fanjia City.
