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I describe the sudden and violent appearance of this head, as if it really jumped out. Of course, there is also the reason that Flashlight is blocked by this head and cannot see the part below the neck. It was Jack, the Flashlight was no longer very dazzling. He glanced at me with slightly squinted eyes, panting rapidly, and at the same time stretched out his other hand from the water and threw a crossbow onto the wood. I really can't understand what he did. He was about to lose his life, and he still held on to the crossbow. This was purely seeking death. Jack only took a few breaths and then said to me, "Pull me up." His words made me feel uncomfortable and a little bit tempted to cry. Your sister, I risked my life to save you, but I didn’t even say thank you, and I spoke like my boss. You are my son, and I do this as if it is a matter of course. Now, how can I still pull you up? I don’t even know how to get up. But I remembered another thing, he pulled me from the edge of the vortex. After being rescued, he has always regarded himself as a benefactor, and he cannot be allowed to be so arrogant. "We're even." I answered him with this sentence. Jack was stunned for a moment: "No, I saved three of you." I loosened my grip on his hand slightly: "I can save you two more times." Our faces were so close that I could see The flesh on his face trembled. "Okay, it's even." It seemed that he was still worried about falling into the water this time. Reluctantly gave in. "Pull me up quickly." When I heard him make this request again, I said angrily: "Climb up myself." Jack looked at me in surprise, reached out and grabbed my clothes, and moved up to leave Pavement. "Then pull me up." I said this to him as he put one foot up on my waist. Jack turned his head and gave me a weird smile.
His movements were quick and agile as he climbed up, then turned around to grab my left arm and pull me up. Just as my body lost balance and I was completely suspended between him and the wood, Jack grinned and said, "You owe me again."
"Damn," I couldn't help but exclaim. What kind of person is this?
With a triumphant expression, Jack dragged me onto the wood. He grabbed a crossbow while asking, "Are you hurt? Where? Never mind, no time to check."
I watched in surprise as Jack pulled a crossbow bolt from his backpack, skillfully tying a rope to the end of it before loading it into the crossbow.
At that moment, Jack turned to me again and said, "Give me some light." He pointed the crossbow upward.
I began to understand Jack's intention. I took the flashlight from Lao People and aimed it upward. The flashlight was too dim. I adjusted the aperture, but it still didn't work; the battery was nearly drained and needed replacing.
"I'll change the batteries. Wait a moment." I reached into Lao People's backpack and pulled out a pack of batteries, using my knife to cut open the waterproof packaging and replacing two dead batteries.
The One-Eyed Beast Flashlight immediately regained its blinding white light. I adjusted the aperture to its maximum; under these circumstances, it provided the brightest illumination with the farthest reach. The walls of the Drainage Channel were fully revealed before us.
The walls on both sides of the Drainage Channel were tall and neatly aligned, showing obvious signs of human carving. The walls gradually sloped inward as they rose, narrowing to about two meters apart at the top. Most importantly, the top of the walls had a smooth arc design, with no signs of plant growth above.
Without a doubt, Jack intended to use this crossbow to carve a new path; he didn't want to be trapped in the Drainage Channel and wanted to climb up from here. I wasn't sure how much weight a single bolt connected by a rope could bear, but judging by Jack's expression, he seemed confident that it could support one person's weight.
His metal bolt could penetrate wood but would not be able to shoot into stone. Although I had adjusted my flashlight to its maximum setting, it still couldn't illuminate the two-meter width at the top of the wall. There were no trees above—just bare rock, not even a blade of grass in sight.
"Dammit," Jack cursed.
At that moment, Buasong and A San ran over from in front of the wood. Buasong immediately lunged toward the hedgehog-like Lao People, showing no sorrow for his injuries; instead, he was overwhelmed with joy. Seeing his compatriot alive seemed to satisfy Buasong immensely.
A San glanced at Jack with some trepidation and shone his weak flashlight around before asking me, "Where's Ah Xiang?"
I realized that the person who had died was Ah Xiang. "When the wood entered the Drainage Channel, he crashed against the dam on that side and got left behind with some branches. But he was already dead; his intestines were spilled out." I shook my head. "I'm sorry; I couldn't help him."
I felt a bit melancholic, precisely like Rabbit Dies, Fox Feels Sad. I didn't know who would be next; this Drainage Channel gave me an unsettling feeling, as if we might die together at any moment. I originally thought that the bond between the two Vietnamese would not be very deep, that it was more about mutual interests and subordination. Yet, when A San heard me out, he actually cried.
I reached out and patted his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. But this drew Jack's angry shout: "Focus on the Flashlight."
I glared at him in frustration, but I knew that finding a way out was crucial at this moment, so I held my breath and fixed my gaze on the top of the cliff. A San realized that there were still a few batteries left in Lao People's backpack and quickly replaced them with two new ones, joining the effort to illuminate the top of the cliff. The two One-Eyed Beast Flashlights lit up the cliff's summit clearly; not a single hair would be missed. Unfortunately, there wasn't even a single hair up there.
As we drifted downstream, disappointment grew stronger. At one moment, I faintly heard a roaring sound of water, and Jack helplessly lowered his hands and shook his head at me: "There's no way we can go up; we can only go down."
I understood Bai Ta's meaning clearly. The water flow in this Drainage Channel was abnormally swift, indicating not only a slope within the channel but also that there might be a greater drop at its end; we could only fall down. Moreover, judging by the sound of the water, we were not far from the exit of the Drainage Channel. The brief calm within it was about to pass; what awaited us next?
The sound of water grew louder, entirely different from that at the entrance of the Drainage Channel. It sounded like thousands of horses galloping, reminding me of that time during Desert Archaeology when we encountered the Black Sandstorm; it felt eerily similar. The exit of the Drainage Channel would likely be deafening as well. Although the noise wasn't overwhelming yet, the sensation of air vibrating as the sound reached my ears sent chills down my spine.
I grabbed Lao People's backpack and slung it over my back, securing the strap across my chest. This backpack still contained a few batteries; it was our only remaining resource, and I couldn't let anything happen to it. Then I walked toward the front end of the wooden structure; I needed to see what awaited us at the end of the Drainage Channel. I didn't want to bury my head in the sand. (To Be Continued)
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