"So it's not time for me to go home yet."
Ye De tried his best to widen his eyes, but he couldn't see anything other than the white shadow above his head. He wasn't sure if it was because he was about to run out of energy or because he was choking on his tears.
Ye Jing was gone, and the sunlight outside the orphanage was gone. He was back in the cold, silent, and expressionless night.
The effect of the coffee had come to an end. Weakness and exhaustion crept into his mind, peeping at him, ready to reach out and grab him at any time.
Ye De's temples throbbed as if the nerves in his brain were about to break due to the heavy load. His thoughts were all scattered, and the only thing he could think of at that moment was doubt: How could he stop in mid-air?
The mutated Enron could still reach out his arms to grab the city wall above him, even though no wall or mountain could support his weight. But now … what was he grabbing onto?
Perhaps he was distracted by his confusion, his muscles loosened a little, and he immediately felt his hands slipping off something. His body was once again gripped by gravity, and he was pulled straight down into the smoke. The white shadow above his head seemed to be stimulated, and it suddenly dived down. It was at this moment that Ye De realized why he felt so strange and strained.
It was as if someone had grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him off the ground. It sounded as illogical as it could be, but it was the essence of the situation.
Ye De's reflexes were quick. As soon as he slid down, the ball-shaped silvery head followed him down. In a moment of desperation, he reached out and grabbed the floating silvery head with his arms. Only then did he manage to stop himself from falling.
He breathed heavily, and for a moment all his muscles were taut. He dared not move, and only dared to turn his eyes and look down.
Compared to Fanjia City, he was much closer to the layer of smoke. He could even smell the unique scent of the smoke. It was as if there were many fingers pressing on his face, looking for a hole to crawl into.
Dozens of meters below him, the thick and solid smoke looked solid. It looked like an endless stretch of land in the dark night. His eyes couldn't see through the smoke, and he couldn't see where Enron was. He couldn't tell if she was still alive or trying to climb back up.
It was hard to imagine that, under the terror of falling off the cliff and the exhaustion of the coffee, he still had the last bit of sanity and will left. He managed to turn the silver head around in time and even hugged it to stop the fall.
He knew that he didn't want to die. He had two lives, one was his, and the other was Ye Jing's. As long as he was alive, every breath he took seemed to be sending oxygen to Ye Jing, so that she could continue to see this world and this city.
However, it was his own strength that kept the silvery head afloat. In other words, the tighter he held onto it, the greater the burden on his body. He could feel that his strength and stamina were rapidly depleting in this fragile balance.
Forget about sending a message to Lin Sanjiu, he had almost used up all of his Evolved Ability. All he could do was keep the silvery head from falling. He couldn't summon any other ability. He couldn't float up, and he couldn't ask for help. Could it be that he could only prolong his life for a few minutes after all his efforts?
No, wait a minute. He wasn't in a desperate situation yet.
Panting, Ye De hugged the silvery ball with his left arm. When he shifted his center of gravity to his left arm, he felt the silvery ball wobble in the air. It was so unstable that it felt like it would slip off at any moment. He broke out in a cold sweat.
He held his breath and waited for two seconds. When he realized that he hadn't fallen to his death, he quickly took out a cup of coffee with his right hand. He opened the lid with his teeth and poured the last three to four mouthfuls of coffee into his stomach. A familiar and comforting warmth quickly rushed into his blood vessels, lifting his spirits. The silvery ball seemed to have stabilized and stopped wobbling.
When his five senses became clear again, Ye De could vaguely hear a voice drifting in the night wind.
"Eight Headed Deity!" This name was also spelled out by him from the fragmented and shapeless human voices. "Eight Headed Deity, are you still alive?"
It seemed to be … Anna.
"Eight Headed Deity!" She must have shouted from the edge of the cliff. He didn't know how much strength she used. Even though he was very far away, he could still hear her. "I found a few people. We can think of a way to pull you up. Where are you? Just shout!"
How long did that child shout? Until now, she still refused to think about it. Could she have fallen to her death?
For a moment, Ye De wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. When an indescribable emotion rushed up his throat, he immediately shouted, "Anna! I'm here! "
The night wind quieted down, leaving him hanging alone in the darkness. After waiting for what felt like a lifetime, he finally saw a few beams of light from the flashlights piercing through the thin mist of the night and patrolling back and forth above his head.
The silvery head tried its best to float up a few inches, but that was already the maximum distance it could bring him up. Thanks to his movement, the few beams of light from above quickly focused on him. Anna cried, "You're really not dead!", and Anna's voice was filled with tears. A long rope, made up of several lengths of rope, sheets, and cloth, dangled down from the ceiling.
When he was finally helped into the city by a few warm hands, Ye De fell to the ground in a daze. He felt as if he had died a few times. The brick ground in front of him, the cup of water that was placed on his lips, and the hurried footsteps around him … It was more than a lifetime ago.
A strange voice murmured, "That's great." Someone gasped because of the wounds on his body. A hand that belonged to an ordinary person put something under his head … Anna knelt down beside him. It seemed that she could not say anything other than crying.
Ye De was on the verge of fainting, but he still remembered that he wasn't the only one who entered the city to investigate. He knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer. He had to inform Lin Sanjiu of the situation as soon as possible so that she could decide what to do next.
The silvery head floated not far from his shoulder. Since it didn't need to bear his weight anymore, it used its remaining energy to send a message to Lin Sanjiu.
Ye De panted as he sent the message. He waited for a while.
He didn't get a response, so he sent another message. A few minutes later, there was still no response.
Ye De slowly got up. He focused the last of his energy on the head. He let it float in the air and searched for Lin Sanjiu.
Like many other people, she seemed to have evaporated from Fanjia City.
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