This light was almost directly in front of us, fluttering on the water, not very far away. Buazon and I shone the cyclops at the same time, and saw that it was from a glow stick in the hand of another Laotian. He was lying on a log more than two meters long, floating by a whirlpool in thrilling danger.

I pronounced an interjection almost at the same time as Buazon, and listening to the tone, Buazon was also swearing. But this thing should also be scolded, we all saw this big log before going into the water, and the goal is very clear. I don't think he'll think that two-metre log can float to the other side, and in that case, he should at least work towards our common goal, rather than escape to a small log and die. In doing so, he not only gave us a false alarm, but most importantly, made it more difficult for us to rescue.

Maybe he's panicking. I can only anesthetize myself like this, let go of the complaints and curses, and how to save him is the most urgent problem in front of me.

The one-eyed light also made him spot us, and he immediately waved the glow stick in his hand to call for help. I couldn't make out his expression, I couldn't hear his shouts, but the way he waved his arms was enough to give me an idea of his fear at the moment.

But he is not slower than us, and neither of us is capable of speeding up or slowing down, and even if he is likely to be swept away from us by the whirlwind, then there is nothing we can do. The main drifting direction of our log is the straight direction of the current, and it is difficult for even some large whirlpools to change its direction, and the log of the Laotian lying on its stomach will change direction with the swirl current. For example, the whirlpool he had just passed through changed his direction slightly, so that it would not be long before he would be farther and farther away from us, and we would arrive at various points or crash into the opposite hill.

I saw Buazon shouting anxiously and quickly moving towards the front of the wood. The loud sound of water drowned out all sounds, and his voice would reach no one but himself. Even at the front end of the wood, Bu Asong's rope could not reach the Laotians in front, I did have a longer rope here, but the rope was too long to shake off, and I was not good at this, so I could only watch the Laotians in front of me in a hurry.

Our wood quickly ran over the whirlpool that the Laotians had passed through, and we passed through it directly, without changing direction at all, but fortunately our speed was not affected. The water in the whirlpool was a little sloping, the high side seemed to be above me, the low side seemed to be under my feet, and the wood carried us through this wonderful wall of water in an instant, and rushed into the water on the other side of the whirlpool. A huge wave of water rushed in my face and almost washed me off the wood.

Biting the one-eyed beast's mouth tightly, the water rushed directly into the esophagus, and the stomach immediately felt cold and full. Fortunately, I held my breath and my trachea was not opened, otherwise it would have killed me.

I resisted a strong feeling of vomiting, fearing that I would spew out the cyclops flashlight in one gulp. In such a situation, if the strongest light is lost, not only will you lose hope of rescuing another Laotian, but you will also fall into despair. Lighting is so important to us.

Although I was worried that the ensuing wave of water would pour into my stomach again, and even more worried that I would not be able to suppress the vomiting of my stomach turning upside down, I had to hold on to the wood with both hands, and even then I almost fell into the water, where would I have time to put away the cyclops. Not to mention the fact that to see the Laotians in the distance, there must also be a one-eyed illumination, which is really a problem that is so contradictory that it makes me vomit blood.

Buazon, who climbed to the front of the wood, withstood the impact of the waves, but fortunately he reacted quickly and hugged the wood with both hands, but was still washed to the back of the wood. It wasn't until two feet hit my stomach that I stopped backing away.

Buazon's face was terrifyingly pale, as if he had been poured a lot of water, and his mouth was still squirting water when he sat up in front of me. But compared to his empty hands, none of that mattered. He threw away his flashlight. Buasong's lips moved, looking at what he was cursing, and then he gestured to me apologetically that the flashlight had been lost, and that I was going to give him a light and that he was trying to rescue another Laotian.

Of course I was fine, but the problem was that we couldn't shorten the distance with another Laotian, and my flashlight didn't work. Still, I followed Buazon to the front of the wood.

In such a short period of time, the direction of the Laotian in front of him deviated a little, but fortunately he had a glow stick in his hand, otherwise it would have taken a long time to find him. The one-eyed beast shining on the Laotians in front of us only increased our anxiety, and we couldn't even get our voice out. Buazon fished a stick from the water and sat at the front of the water to paddle, which he did only serve as a comforting effect, not a little more speed.

I finally got the cyclops flashlight in my hand, and the fingerlight had been biting in my mouth for a long time, and my jaw hurt. However, I am also afraid that like Buazon, I will lose the flashlight in an emergency, and cut off a piece of rope to tie the flashlight to my waist, so I have no worries. My flashlight has been shining on the Laotian in front of me, and after a long time, I found a problem, the Laotian has been lying on the wood in front of me, and it was the same when he waved at us just now. At the moment, it may be the Laotians who deviate from the direction and affect the speed, although the direction of our two sides is different, but the straight line distance is closer. I saw the Laotian people in front of me paddling.

Of course I felt incredible, and I didn't even believe my eyes. At first, I thought he was increasing the resistance of the wood flowing, pushing against it, but after looking at it for a while, I realized that he was paddling forward. He used the glowstick as a paddle, holding one in one hand in both hands, lying on the wood, hitting the water with both hands like freestyle. It seems that his desperate movement of the glow stick at us in the first place was not necessarily intentional, but perhaps it was what his paddling action looked like from a distance. The current situation is that the two Laotians are paddling desperately, and neither of them can make any real difference, and my cyclops flashlight shines on the Lao in front of him and the wood he is lying on, and the glow sticks in his two hands make him the brightest point in the darkness. But the Laotian in front of him did not look back, as if the flashlight was shining on him at first, and after seeing him turn his head once, he kept that posture and did not respond to us.

He now gives me the feeling that he is running away from us instead of asking us for help.

My incomprehension of his behavior turned into an inexplicable fear. He couldn't have failed to spot us, and even if he couldn't see who the person shining the flashlight at him was, he should have guessed why he had fled from us.

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