Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1757: 2 lives

...It turns out that it's not time for me to go home yet.

Ye De opened his eyes hard, but he didn't know whether it was because he was about to lose strength or because his vision was blurred by tears. For a while, he couldn't see anything clearly except a pale shadow above his head.

Yejing disappeared, the sunshine outside the nursery disappeared, and he returned to this cold, silent, expressionless night.

The effect of coffee has reached its end, and the feeling of weakness and exhaustion is creeping into the edge of his mind, peeking around, ready to reach out and catch him at any time.

Ye De's temples jumped, as if his brain nerves were about to break due to the heavy load, and his thoughts were all broken into pieces. All he could think of for a moment was doubt: Why can he be in mid-air? Stop?

The mutated An Ran can also stretch his arms to grab the city wall above - although due to his weight, no city walls or rocks can bear him; but now... what is he grabbing?

Perhaps due to confusion and distraction, his muscles relaxed slightly, and he immediately felt his hands slipping off something. His body was once again bitten by gravity, and he was pulled straight down towards the haze. The pale shadow on his head seemed to be stimulated and suddenly shot down - it was at this moment that Ye De remembered and understood why he felt awkward and strange.

To use an analogy, it is like a person holding his own back collar and dragging himself off the ground - it sounds as unreasonable as it sounds, but this is the essence of the current situation.

Ye De's instinctive reaction was very fast. As soon as he slid down, the spherical silver-white head immediately rushed down with him. In desperation, he reached out again to grab it and hugged it tightly with his arms while it was floating in the air. With a silver head, he finally stabilized his fall.

He took a few heavy breaths, and for a while his muscles all over his body were tense and he didn't dare to move anywhere. He only dared to move his eyes and look down.

Compared to Fanjia City, he is now much closer to the haze layer. He could even smell the unique smell of haze, as if many fingers were pressing against his face, looking for a hole to get through.

Below tens of meters, the thick and solidified haze looked like substance, like an endless expanse of ground in the dark night; his eyes could not penetrate the haze, and he could not see the fallen An Ran. Where, are you still alive, are you still trying to climb up.

It is really unimaginable that in the fright and horror of falling off the cliff and the dehydrating shock of the coffee that was about to end, he actually still had the last bit of reason and will left, and managed to pull the silver head back in time, and also returned it. He hugged it and stopped its fall.

He knew that he actually didn't want to die. He carries two lives with him, one is his own and the other is Ye Jing's; as long as he is alive, every breath he takes seems to give oxygen to Ye Jing in the dark, so that she can continue to see This world, this city.

It's just that what supports the silver-white head floating in the air is his own strength - that is to say, the tighter he holds on, the greater his burden becomes. He can feel his strength and energy. They are being consumed rapidly in this fragile balance that is like a see-saw.

Forget about sending messages to Lin Sanjiu, now he is almost squeezing out all his evolutionary abilities. He can only barely keep his silver head from falling off, and he can't even adjust any other functions. He couldn't float, and he couldn't call for help. Could it be that after all his efforts, he could only survive for a few minutes?

No, wait, he doesn't seem to be completely in despair yet.

Geezing, Ye De hugged the silver-white ball with his left arm. As soon as he put his body weight on his left arm, he suddenly felt that it trembled slightly in mid-air, as if it would slip and fall at any time. It was so unstable that he broke into a cold sweat.

He waited with bated breath for two seconds. Seeing that he hadn't fallen to his death yet, he quickly took out the coffee cup with his right hand. He bit open the lid bit by bit with his teeth and poured the three or four sips of coffee he had reserved as a last resort into his stomach - a familiar and reassuring warmth soon rushed into his blood vessels, making him energetic. After shaking, the silver-white ball seemed to be much more stable and no longer trembling.

It wasn't until his five senses became clear again that Ye De vaguely heard the sound echoing in the night wind.

"Batou De!" This name was also spelled out by him from the fragmented and shapeless human voice. "Ba Toude, are you still alive?"

It seems to be... Anna.

"Batou De!" She probably yelled while lying on the edge of the cliff. She didn't know how much force she used, but even though she was so far away, it reached his ears. "I found a few people. We can find a way to pull you up. Where are you? Just shout!"

How long has the child been shouting? She still refuses to think about whether she might have fallen off the cliff and died?

For a moment, Ye De wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. When indescribable emotions rushed into his throat, he immediately turned into a loud shout: "Anna! I am here!"

The night wind calmed down, leaving him hanging alone in the darkness; after waiting for what seemed like a lifetime, he finally saw a few flashlights of white light, piercing the mist of the night, searching and cruising above his head.

The silver head tried its best to float up a few inches, which was the maximum distance it could carry itself up. Thanks to his movement, several rays of light from above quickly focused on him - along with Anna's cry "You are indeed not dead!", a long rope composed of several lengths of rope, sheets and cloth It also swayed down.

When he was finally helped into the city road by a few warm hands, Ye De fell to the ground in a daze. He felt as if he had died several times, and his lips were touching the brick floor in front of him. The water glass beside me, the busy footsteps around me... more than a lifetime has passed. ~IndoMTL.com~ A strange voice murmured "Great", someone took a breath for his injuries, and ordinary people's hands placed something under his head... Anna sat down on her knees. Beside him, it seemed that nothing could be said except crying.

Ye De was on the verge of coma at this time, but he still remembered that he was not the only one who went into the city to investigate the situation. He knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer. He had to inform Lin Sanjiu of the situation quickly so that she could decide on the next step.

The silvery man's head floated not far from his shoulder, because he no longer had to bear his weight. At this moment, he could even out his remaining power and send a message to Lin Sanjiu.

Ye De breathed out the words and waited for a while.

He received no response, so he sent another message - and after a few minutes, still nothing.

Ye De slowly got up. He focused his last energy on the head, letting it float into the air, searching for Lin Sanjiu's sound.

...Lin Sanjiu, like many ordinary people, seemed to have evaporated from Fanjia City.