PDLP Chapter 184 Falling
Chapter 184 Falling
The moment the water touched the river surface, a hand grabbed Mu Jinghua's clothes and a great force pulled him away from the terrifying beast.
But it was only a few inches away. Mu Jinghua heard Qiao Jianhong's groan behind him, and then he fell into the huge mouth of the abyss.
Qiao Jianhong grabbed him, but did not pull him out immediately. Instead, he let him fall in helplessly.
The bone-chilling winter river water almost drowned him in an instant, but before he could become discouraged and lament his short life, which was as tragic as his father's, Qiao Jianhong grabbed his hand again.
Life-saving straw.
Mu Jinghua immediately reached out and grabbed Qiao Jianhong's arm tightly.
He wanted to look back, but found that he was trembling all over and had no strength in his hands and feet.
The rushing water slapped against his body, and he heard the low, beast-like roar again, only to be quickly drowned out by the roar behind him.
That was Chen Hu's roar. Compared to the terrifying and deep river water, Chen Hu was more like a mad beast, roaring meaninglessly. The roar was accompanied by Qiao Jianhong's painful, low groan.
Mu Jinghua really wanted to ask Qiao Jianhong what had happened.
But he can't.
He couldn't even turn around to look for himself, because even though the rushing river water kept hitting him, he was unwilling to let go of the only life-saving straw that was holding him back at the moment.
But the life-saving straw was bleeding, and thick blood flowed down his arm. The moonlight shone on the blood, and Meidi was terrified.
He didn't dare to look closely, let alone think too much. He could only look helplessly at the out-of-place light that lit up in the river.
He tried hard to identify Qiao Jianhong's voice, deceiving himself that nothing had happened, but he still couldn't help wondering what this light was.
Perhaps Xu Shuzong's praise of his intelligence was not groundless, because he soon realized that this was not a ray of light from the sun, but the light of a knife.
It was the sword in Chen Hu's hand...emitting a cold glow under the moonlight.
What is he doing with this knife?
Will Qiao Jianhong die?
If Qiao Jianhong died, would he fall into the giant mouth and be washed away like his father, hitting some hidden boulder in the river, with his head broken and bleeding...
Qiao Jianhong suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "Mu Jinghua, let me go first."
He was raising his leg and using his knee to hold back Chen Hu, who was trying to chop someone with a knife, and was almost falling to the ground because he was holding Mu Jinghua with one hand.
The stones on the river bank were very slippery. If he fell, if he was lucky, he would fall into the river. Chen Hu couldn't swim, so he would be able to use his last bit of strength to swim to the other side with Mu Jinghua.
But if he is unlucky, he might be beheaded by Chen Hu with a quick and decisive blow.
He wanted to burn his boats, so he kicked Chen Hu with all his strength and immediately said to Mu Jinghua: "Don't be afraid, you won't sink. I can swim and I can rescue you immediately."
Mu Jinghua shook his head in resistance, but Qiao Jianhong obviously did not see his refusal. He simply let go of Mu Jinghua's hand, and feeling Mu Jinghua's reluctance to let up, he sighed helplessly.
Then he pried open Mu Jinghua's fingers one by one.
Mu Jinghua struggled with him desperately, but he knew it was all in vain. If this continued, everyone would die.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, to live as long as Xu Shu.
So he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and suddenly loosened his hands that were holding the life-saving straw.
Qiao Jianhong was probably afraid of hurting him, so he even pushed him to add fuel to the fire.
Mu Jinghua felt like he was spinning in the river, and in his panic he still managed to catch a glimpse of the situation on Qiao Jianhong's side.
It was obvious that Chen Hu had cut Qiao Jianhong's arm at the beginning. Even though it was a dark night and he could not see clearly at night, he could still see that the color of Qiao Jianhong's sleeves was particularly dark.
That was blood soaking the clothes.
There was even a hand that was shaking and about to break off, with the exposed wound looking like a pig that had been gutted, extremely hideous.
But Qiao Jianhong still managed to hold on to his feet and caught the knife swung by Chen Hu with his bare hands.
He must have lost a lot of blood, and a lot of it merged into the river water. Mu Jinghua began to feel that every mouthful of water he choked on was mixed with Qiao Jianhong's blood.
He watched as Qiao Jianhong swept his leg and knocked down Chen Hu, who was already bloodthirsty, and then snatched the knife from his hand, ending the accident with a neat move.
Will he come to save him? Mu Jinghua thought uncertainly.
He remembered that he once chased his father in the river from the shore. The water was really fast and no matter how fast he ran, he could not catch up with his father.
Even though he could still see Qiao Jianhong, he watched Qiao Jianhong raise his knife and then jump into the water easily, but he guessed that at this moment he had been washed far away by the river.
Qiao Jianhong lost a lot of blood and he would soon lose his strength like Du Wanbai.
Maybe if I fail to catch up with him, I will die of exhaustion.
Maybe he caught up with him, but he didn't have the strength to take him to the river bank.
The river was so wide that he couldn't even see the bank.
He choked on a lot of water and his entire chest hurt badly.
He didn't even have the strength to struggle. He just watched calmly as Qiao Jianhong tried hard to swim towards him, but slower and slower.
This was probably the retribution from the gods for him killing the innocent Mu Jinghua in Xu Shu's heart.
Mu Jinghua floated up and down in the water, sinking to the bottom of the river from time to time. The water was completely dark, so he simply closed his eyes.
Thinking of Du Wanbai's screams and the pride in her heart just now, she felt a sigh and wondered if Xu Shu was still looking after Du Wanbai now.
If Xu Shuzhen thought he was the innocent Mu Jinghua, or believed his performance, she would probably plan for him how to compensate Du Wanbai.
But he was such a petty person that he couldn't even tolerate anyone looking at his Xu Shu for even a second.
He would want to dig out the man's eyes, soak them in the medicinal wine brewed by his master, and then give it to the man to taste.
Thinking of this, Mu Jinghua moved slightly. Even though his body was getting heavier and his consciousness was beginning to blur, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
If he can get out alive, let's do it, Qin Lianxi... will definitely like it.
But before the smile could fully bloom on his face, Mu Jinghua suddenly came to his senses and opened his eyes abruptly.
Xu Shu wouldn't like him like this!
He is ugly and vicious...
But when did the former Mu Jinghua die? And when did the ugly him now live?
Was it when Xu Shu cut off Ye Shijing's tongue in front of him?
Was it when Xu Shu destroyed Yichun Building for him and gave it to him?
It was the same sentence Xu Shu said when we returned to the People's Hall, I want you to live...
Of course he wanted to live, but if he wanted me to live, why couldn't he accept me completely? Why couldn't he accept me completely?
No, that's not right, Xu Shu will accept it.
Xu Shu...must accept it.
Mu Jinghua suddenly gained the strength to struggle, twisting his body, raising his hands above his head, trying to stick his head out of the water, and shouting Xu Shu's name.
Once, twice...
But the only sound in my ears was the deafening sound of the river.
He suddenly realized that the reason his father didn't want to reply to him back then might be that he really didn't hear his voice.
But when he was on the shore, he clearly felt that the river was flowing too fast and the people chasing were exhausted.
It didn't feel noisy at all.
Of course, his father had already died by then, and he would never call him "Amu" again...
And he, a mute, couldn't possibly call Xu Shu...
No, it's not...
Xu Shu will hear it.
Xu Shuhui arrived.
Just like every time in the past, Xu Shu would arrive at his side at the right time and save him from danger.
He is his god...
Xu Shu, Mu Jinghua opened his mouth and shouted silently.
Then the second time
The third time, the fourth time...
He finally ran out of strength, and his body, which had already drunk countless amounts of river water, became extremely cold. He couldn't help coughing twice, and then shouted, "Xu Shu."
Xu Shu, Xu Shu.
Over and over, over and over again.
But God didn't seem to let the miracle happen. It wasn't until the scene in front of his eyes gradually got dark that Mu Jinghua realized that death was not a simple matter, just as Xu Shu said.
He opened his mouth and said with all his strength, "Xu Shu, I don't want to die!"
He didn't know if the miracle had happened, but he heard Xu Shu's voice coming from not far away: "Mu Jinghua, don't be afraid!"
Then he fell into an embrace, familiar enough and warm enough.
Mu Jinghua closed his eyes heavily.
(End of the Hibiscus chapter)