PS: PS: I finished writing this chapter to the sound of firecrackers. Heard and smelled the smell of the year. I wish you all good health and family happiness in advance.

I don't think I'm luckier than this guy, and it's likely that the next moment I'll end up worse than him. Even the Lao man who passed out did not envy me, he did not have to face a more frightening picture, he could die unconsciously, but the moment he was hit by me before was equivalent to suffering in advance. What's more, they will not have the opportunity to witness the tragic scene. I thought a little psychologically.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. But things were going on, and there was a strange feeling that maybe my confused and sluggish brain was at work. I saw a bamboo fly backwards, a huge bamboo like an arrow, flying not far from me, the wind and water that carried it made me feel cold, but I could not hear the sound of it flying. Like the scene of a silent movie, of course it's not that it doesn't make sounds, but that all sounds are drowned out by the roaring sound of water. The ears were almost deaf from the shock.

There was a faint light flickering at the front, as if it were the light of a cyclops. But the light was hazy, completely devoid of the blindness of the cyclops, as if it had been covered with a film that softened the light.

Of course, I can't explain this situation, I think it should be an illusion before death, or it may be that the person in front of me and the light have died, which is a manifestation of the light before it is extinguished. I'm a little curious, am I here to witness another miracle of nature? I couldn't wait to grab the cyclops flashlight next to me and turn the aperture down a bit. so that its light can shine a little brighter.

As I pointed my flashlight in front of me, I muttered to the Laotians, who were still unconscious, "It's time to witness the miracle." ”

Under the white light of the cyclops, the world before me was divided into two parts, the wooden half where the Laotian and I were leaning, although there was a bloody picture in front of me, and the two people who were alive were also dying. But the world in front of us is normal, even peaceful, and the only one who is still awake is my mentality is a little curious to witness the miracle.

The front end of the wood is a hazy picture, and my flashlight is a hazy and distorted picture in the past, and the light on the other side is also hazy. It's like we're in the middle of us. There is a layer separating us. Although it can't completely separate my line of sight. But I couldn't see what was going on on the other side.

This is nothing short of torture for a man who is desperate to witness a miracle before he dies. I couldn't bear to be deprived of the last bit of fun in my life, so I angrily reached into the Laotian's backpack and pulled out two batteries. I'm going to get a new battery, I'm going to max out the light of the cyclops, and I'm going to recapture the joy of witnessing miracles. I forgot about the fact that we had all our batteries left in this backpack. But that doesn't matter.

Tearing open the waterproof packaging of the battery is a laborious task. I didn't succeed. This made me feel more agitated and exacerbated the incongruity of my numb hands.

But a strange thought crossed my mind: time seemed to stand still. Hell, how is this possible?

The moment my bamboo pole hit the right side of the embankment. I was pushed back to the back end of the wood by a force that I couldn't resist. But if the bamboo pole in my hand can be pressed against the embankment, it means that we will hit it in the next moment, and even the moment I am repulsed, we should be wiped out on the embankment.

I'm still alive, and I still have the conjecture of witnessing a miracle, and I still have time to climb down from the meat pad and sit side by side with him, still tearing the waterproof packaging of the battery. Hell, time really stopped?

The battery in my hand fell silently, and I grabbed the flashlight between my legs.

I want to slap myself to death. The greatest miracle is in front of me, and I don't think this scene in front of me will be inferior to the scene of wood crashing against the embankment and shattering. It is even more mysterious and ornamental than the former.

Maybe my head is starting to clear up, and the scene in front of me is actually starting to clear, which is definitely a miracle or even a miracle. Instead of a different dimension separating the front and back ends of the wood, a branch shattered into sawdust formed a wall of space in front of my eyes and squeezed towards me. It was as if the front end of the wood hit the embankment and shattered into chips in an instant, and the impact not only did not stop the wood from moving forward, but it did not even transmit the resistance and impact force to the back end of the wood, leaving me at a loss.

This whimsical speculation only lasted for a split second, and I had to act. Time did not stop, and the wall of wood chips was crushing against me in its entirety, and they were concentrated in the direction of the branches on which I and the Laotians depended. Instinctively, though I know that hiding won't help, and I'm not going to be spared. But not everyone has the courage to face the sawdust that pierces the eye like an arrow, and I admit that I don't have the guts.

I rolled over and hid on the other side of the trunk, leaving the Lao man behind, though he might have lost consciousness in an instant. I carried the Lao man on my back and lay on a fork on the other side of the trunk.

I habitually put the cyclops flashlight in my mouth, and I think it's a bad habit that needs to be changed.

I was lying on my head backwards, and in the faint light of the flashlight, I saw sawdust and broken leaves flying past me like a barrage, sinking into the darkness at the end of the wood. Then the Laotians were heard uttering "Ahh A series of short, poignant screams. I don't think I would have heard it if it weren't for his shouts right in my ears.

The expected violent impact was delayed, but the huge ship-like tree that roasted it was sheltered overturned. The solid wood suddenly flipped over to the side I had been perched on, and I desperately grabbed a branch and stretched out my legs to step on the branch I had just leaned on, but my foot was empty. The lower body is instantly immersed in the water.

Fortunately, I was holding both hands on the branches, and my upper body was lying on the trunk of the giant tree, which gave me the strength to withstand the flash caused by this step on the air. But the Laotian apparently didn't have time to react, he didn't know anything about the current situation, his mind was obviously still confused, and he didn't make a more effective self-help action, so he put his arm around my neck. The action resembles a choke lock in wrestling.

I would love to say hello loudly to the women of his family, if I can. But all I could do was kick my feet in the water, and I wanted to step on a branch. The strength of the legs is much better than that of the arms, especially when there is still a person on the back, if you can use the strength of the legs as much as possible, the chances of survival are much greater.

My legs kept changing angles in the water, but there was nothing under my feet, as if the branches and leaves of the tree had been bitten by something. And the bite is unusually clean, not even a little bump is left.

I suddenly felt a tingling in my lower body hanging in the water, and I felt that the next moment I would become a person with only the upper body. (To be continued......)