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At that moment, I lost the ability to think and act; even time seemed to freeze. I could feel my body plummeting rapidly, overwhelmed by a severe dizziness. It felt as if I were falling into hell.
A hoarse voice echoed in my ears and mind, shouting, "No!"
This voice was so shocking, so heart-wrenching, and so familiar. Yes, it was Heimanluo's voice. The abruptness of its emergence was jarring, yet it cut off suddenly, like a rooster whose neck had been suddenly grasped. But the endless despair in that voice filled me with terror.
It felt like an instant, yet it could have been a century. A blinding light appeared before my eyes, and various sounds reached my ears—screams, curses, and the sounds of nature. Each sound pierced through my eardrums, nearly rendering me deaf.
Then, I was struck in the abdomen by some force, collapsing to the ground like a shrimp.
The light temporarily blinded me, and the overwhelming noise dulled my hearing. Yet I could smell the essence of nature—the scent of earth and the fragrance of plants and flowers. I even felt my face brushing against a patch of grass; the blades touched my skin and slipped into my nostrils.
"Zhang, you're late," a familiar voice rang out beside me.
Though the voice was somewhat muffled, buzzing as if coming through a pipe, I instantly recognized its owner.
It was Cao Mingzhe. His distinct Northwest accent and his rough, hoarse voice, weathered like wind-swept sand, were unforgettable.
"Old Cao!" I cried out in joy. "Did we make it? Did we leave that hellish place?"
I used "we" instead of "I" because I recognized that the curses and screams came from Fatty and Tang Yumo; even Jack was groaning in pain.
"This American still can't handle it," someone remarked.
My vision was blurry but at least I could see something. A red face appeared before me.
There is no doubt that it is the Cao Mingzhe I am familiar with. It seems that time has not left any mark on his face. He still looks the same as before, with a thin body and a thin face, two small eyes looking at me brightly, a smile on his high cheekbones, and a leisurely look. "Old Cao, what's going on? Where is this?" I couldn't wait to ask. Although I still huddled up like a shrimp. But the pain is not the most unbearable at this moment. The most unbearable thing is that we don’t know what dangers we are currently facing. "Come out. This is the primeval forest of Beipan River Basin. I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Why did you come out? You're still scarred." "Are we out of danger? Where is Heimanluo? It Just behind us, I heard its roar. "The Guava can't get out. It can only move in the Eternal Gate area, which is its lair and its cage." Are we safe? " "Yes. You are safe, Hakka Girl is not a big problem, This American still (person) and this black Fatty are not good. ThisAmerican still ( People) will probably die here." Upon hearing this, I had to hold back my questions. My vision has almost recovered. Not only can I see Cao Mingzhe in front of me, but Jack and Fatty who are further away also come into my sight. However, my mind is not yet clear, and everything in front of me feels unreal. In fact, the sense of unreality also comes from vision. Jack and Fatty are still a little blurry in my eyes. "American Guy is seriously injured. Old Cao, help him." Jack fell on the Ground not far from me. I could only sit up reluctantly, and there was no way I could go over to check on his injuries. But now we have the strong support of Cao Mingzhe. He has rich experience in field work and should be prepared and able to help Jack. "There is a problem with hemostasis, but his condition requires not only hemorrhage, but also blood transfusion. I suggest sending him to Hong Konger immediately. They have relatively complete first aid facilities. If I guess correctly, with This American still(people) have the same blood type, they must be prepared.”
"What are we waiting for? Your team is from Hong Kong, right? Get them over here as quickly as possible; saving lives is like putting out a fire."
"No way. They can't come here. You shouldn't tell anyone either. I’ll take the American Guy to Hong Kong myself. I know the area well and won't be slower than them."
"Alright then." I had no bargaining power on this issue; I was relying on others for help, and the initiative was in Cao Mingzhe's hands. However, I believed that Cao Mingzhe would definitely bring Jack out and hand him over to the Hong Kongers. Old Cao was not someone who made promises lightly.
"You all head in that direction," Cao Mingzhe said, pointing. "I'll wait for you over there."
Cao Mingzhe picked up Jack and turned back to glance at me and Fatty. He gestured toward a spot, saying, "I've left some food and medicine for you. Be careful; it's not safe in the mountains."
My vision had mostly returned to normal, and I saw a travel bag at the spot Cao Mingzhe indicated.
After saying that, Cao Mingzhe didn't linger any longer; he lifted his leg and headed toward the direction he pointed out. There were no paths on the mountain, and Cao Mingzhe wasn't carrying any climbing gear, plus he was carrying someone completely unconscious.
Yet his figure was agile, more skilled than any professional climber I had ever seen. One hand supported Jack on his back while the other grasped branches sprouting from the rocks or crevices, moving through the cliffs like an old ape. In no time, he rounded a ridge and disappeared into the vast forest.
Fatty had also regained his sight and hearing; he stared intently at where Cao Mingzhe had vanished before turning to me with a dazed expression. "Is that really Cao Mingzhe? The one with the nerve issues?"
I nodded. "How about you? Can you walk on mountain paths?"
Fatty turned his face back toward where Cao Mingzhe had disappeared. "He looks like a monkey."
I felt that Fatty was complaining about how Cao Mingzhe hadn't helped him first but had taken Jack away instead.
"Enough with the nonsense, let's grab something to eat and get moving." I bent down, stood up, and tossed the backpack to Fatty. "See if there's anything edible. I'll find some water."
I saw Fatty wobble as he sat up, reaching for the backpack, but then his movement froze for a moment before his hefty body toppled forward.
"Fatty."
I called out and rushed over to lay him flat, noticing his breathing was very weak. I peeled back his eyelids; his pupils showed no signs of dilation, nor did they react to light. It seemed he had reached his physical limits.
His body, drained from excessive blood loss and nerves that had been tense for too long, finally relaxed, leaving him utterly exhausted.
While I was checking on Fatty, I inadvertently noticed Tang Yumo slightly arching her body, her eyes shining with an unusual light. (To Be Continued...)
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