I thought I could just drag him to shore and call the people who lived nearby, wake him up, and ask him who he was, and how he was here.

But what happened next was beyond my expectations.

I was almost exhausted from swimming in the water, and I managed to put one hand on the shore and drag him ashore with me. He lay on the ground like a string of bacon sausages in the vegetable market. If he is only like a drunken man, and can barely take a step under my command, then I have the confidence to help him knock on the doors of the inhabitants of the neighborhood. But he could only move his eyelashes, and I couldn't carry him far when my whole body was about to fall apart.

I had no choice but to call someone to help him and let him lie on the shore for a while.

But I had barely taken a few steps when he howled.

When I heard the voice, I hurriedly looked back. I saw him sit up and open his eyes. His eyes were red, and the white parts were all soaked in blood. Then he waved his hands and kicked his feet like crazy.

"Ahh

He howled, but he couldn't say a word.

I hurried back, and before I could speak to him, he shook his hand and hit me in the stomach. I suddenly felt like I had been hit in the stomach by a cow, and I almost passed out in pain. The pain was so great that I involuntarily bent over and then curled up on my knees.

He didn't mean to hit me. I could tell that his hands and feet were waving in a random manner, and that he was just going berserk, like a rabid dog that had lost his mind.

"Ahh

He was furious, and long saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth as he howled.

I want to tell him that I rescued him ashore. But the pain was so severe that I couldn't speak.

He looked around as if he couldn't see me, but his angry gaze didn't stay on me for a second longer.

I've heard my grandfather say before that people who are too intellectually backward or go crazy are probably mentally incomplete. A weak soul affects the mind, and a weak soul is far more impulsive than rational, and such a person is especially prone to rage, like gunpowder, as long as there is a little spark, it will detonate him.

And people who are prone to madness often have difficulty distinguishing between good and evil, good and bad, and it is difficult to distinguish which is a friend and which is an enemy. Such a person is often taken advantage of, harming those who are good to him, and fulfilling those who deliberately harm him.

If he is because I dragged him out of the water, then I am his enemy and he will attack me. If he had been framed and imprisoned underwater, then I would have been his savior, and he would have at least treated me with kindness.

But he punched me indiscriminately and ignored me.

From this, I guessed that he must have been a man of insanity.

The pain eased a little, and I asked, "Why are you underwater?" ”

He heard my voice and glanced sideways at me, unable to tell whether it was hostility or kindness. The red part of his eye socket was as red as fire, as if it was about to burn the black pupil in the middle.

I hurriedly kicked my legs on the ground and retreated. His power is so great, I can't stand another punch.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to want to continue attacking me. He looked at me, then at the pond behind him, then jumped up, plunged headlong into the water, and never got up again.

I didn't dare to jump any further. He had been chained and as non-aggressive as a mussel, so I brought him ashore. Now that he is "awake" and unrestrained, if I jump into the water again, it is likely that I will never be able to climb to shore again.

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