It seems that Buazon recognized that I was injured and that the voice was calling for another Laotian to help. The Laotian had a shorter rope in his hand, and he couldn't throw it too far, so he had to rely on Buason to swing me over. The pain had exhausted my strength, I didn't even have the strength to look up at Buasong, and as the rope swung in the direction of another Laotian, I took the time to move my stiff left hand, I couldn't hold on for long, and this time I had to hold onto the rope.

In the case of increasing physical exertion, the longer the delay, the worse the ability to save oneself. I'm not so idiotic as to think willpower can conquer everything.

My left hand is much more flexible than my right, at least it doesn't hurt when I stretch it up, and I can stretch it to the maximum. But even so, I desperately stretched out my left hand and couldn't reach my right hand, and it seemed that my right arm had become longer. I knew what was going on, and I could only smile bitterly at it, and then praise myself for my endurance and willpower. That's when my right arm was dislocated.

As I swung with the rope to the other rope, I had to concentrate my attention, keeping my eyes on the rope hanging a little higher and watching the Laotian's movements at all times. There can't be a little mistake in the cooperation between the three of us, otherwise it will be a tragedy.

Actually, I can't be sure whether this time the result was sad or happy, because the other Laotian was in a delicate position, he was currently at the end of the canopy, and his own weight had overwhelmed the treetops into a bow. If I were to add my weight, I can't say if this branch would break. But there is no other option at the moment, and the outcome is only God knows.

The Laotian body is completely lying on the branches, like a large horse monkey, undulating with the treetops. As I swung towards him, his face became clearer, his expression was focused, but not nervous, as if it wasn't a very difficult thing for him. I don't know where his confidence comes from, and it's more likely that he wasn't the one who was in danger, but his expression gave me some confidence.

His rope was far away from me, and I couldn't have grabbed it if it had hung there. I knew he was waiting for the right moment to throw the end of the rope over me, just like he had just pumped it in my face, and all I had to do was grab the end of the rope at the right time.

The process of swinging through should be short, but it seems to me to be long. My left palm was sweating profusely, but the rain was already soaking me, and the effect of this sweat on my grip on the rope was negligible.

I was almost at the top of the swing, and the rope hanging in front of me never moved. I was anxious to scold my mother.

Suddenly, the rope hanging in front of me flicked like a nimble snake, and instantly dispersed the rain curtain, like an arrow splitting the rain and flew towards my face. The rope is short, and the exercise time is short, which is too much of a test of my reaction speed. I knew that this rope could get into my grip on it, and the most important thing was that I had to grab it in a split second, and there was no room for error.

My hand reached out to it, and the judgment of my eyes was no longer credible, and the moment I felt the rope pull hard against my hand, I grabbed it. My nerves, which were about to break, and my right hand, which was almost numb, loosened at the same time. The right arm hung down uncontrollably, numb and painful.

The rope carried me forward, and I felt that this time the swing was very large, and the first drop was shocking, as if the branches of a tree had broken. I stared nervously at the Laotians above, a hundred times more nervous than riding a roller coaster. The branch was pressed down a large part of the canopy as I swung outward, and the distance between me and the Laotian was the length of the rope, and my nervous deformed face was opposed to the Laotian's calm expression, and the scene was somewhat comical.

The Laotian always took the position of lying on the branch of the tree, and one arm holding the rope swung vigorously in the direction I swung past. Only then did I see clearly that this rope was really short, and one of his hands was grasping at the other end of the rope, and it was very difficult.

Hold on. Your uncle, don't you have a longer rope?

It was at this time that I saw the most shocking scene in my life. The hand that was gripping the rope above my head let go.

With the release of the hand, the branch that was about to break off and the Laotian lying on it quickly bounced upwards and sank into the dense branches and leaves of the canopy. At the same time, the rope that was stretched straight fell down on me like a collapsed block. I cursed a two-word swear word as best I could, and resigned myself to letting go of the rope in my hand.

My mood suddenly relaxed inexplicably, like a mountaineer carrying a burden to lift the burden and suddenly gain freedom. Of course, I was unburdened with the burden of my heart, and it was completely removed at once. In the moment of losing control, the shadow of Company Commander Li appeared in my mind, the person who had not had much contact with me but had given me the most pressure, and I was already thinking about how to explain my inaction after meeting him in that world.

I didn't have to relax for long, but as soon as I changed into this calm mood, I felt a sharp pain in my right arm. I realized that I had hit something.

Even though the pain nearly killed me, my instinct to survive made me involuntarily grasp something. Then my face sank into a leaf, the back of my head hit a hard object, and countless Venus, leaves, and rain appeared in front of my eyes, and I didn't know what was real in a trance.

I lay on all fours on a thick clump of leaves that could be used as a mat, and I fell back into another tree in this backward position, thankful that the tree had grown so luxuriantly. But my weight crushed the branch, and the tip of the branch drooped downward, leaving my body half-upright in mid-air.

I grabbed what I could on the branch with both hands, my body in a strange position. If you look at it from a distance, I should be on all fours, half lying and half standing on a dense branch, very comfortable and leisurely. But the real situation is that after I was thrown over by the Laotians in this position, my body slid down vigorously, and I was in such an uncomfortable and ugly position, if I fell here on my stomach, I could still help myself and climb up, and now my right arm is basically useless, and I can't turn over.

What's worse is that the toughness of this tree is obviously stronger than that of the banyan tree, and the branches are swaying when I press them, like willow branches in the wind.

I am reminded of Li Mubai in the movie "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", standing in the unattainable treetops with a sword, and the jade tree facing the wind. I now know it's fake, the real feeling is dizziness and nausea, and I can't help but want to throw up.

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