Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang regained consciousness in a suffocating warmth, the buzzing sound in his ears was very intense, and there was only a long and harsh noise in his mind. Although he was conscious, he didn't know what happened at all.

Gradually, Song Yuzhang finally felt his body. His hands and feet seemed to be pressed by something and he could not move. As for the torso, the torso was stiff. Song Yuzhang suddenly wanted to take a breath. Breathing is the most natural human behavior. However, once you are aware of it and want to breathe deliberately, it can be regarded as a special kind of torture.

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, and the pain from his throat to his chest felt like he was about to bleed. As soon as he thought of "blood", his sense of smell recovered, and he smelled a very strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in his nasal cavity.

Then, Song Yuzhang remembered.

exploded.

Thoughts flashed through my mind, which can be said to be calm.

Song Yuzhang exhaled again, and the exhalation was also mixed with blood, and it hurt, but he could bear it. After breathing back and forth like this a few times, Song Yuzhang noticed another strangeness.

Quiet.

Nothing but the sound of his own breathing.

Song Yuzhang's heart trembled, and he wanted to move his hands and feet, but his whole body was tightly suppressed like the stuffing in a sandwich biscuit, and he couldn't even turn his head except for breathing.

Song Yuzhang wanted to see the situation, only to realize that he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

The eyelashes were sticky and painful. Song Yuzhang tried his best to control his eyelids that seemed to be glued together. It took more effort than breathing to finally open his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black, so completely black that there was no light at all.

Song Yuzhang was slightly dazed in the darkness. He seemed to be awake but not awake, like a dream but not a dream. Most of his consciousness was wandering. At this moment, he finally heard the sound, which seemed to be the sound of water, ticking, very light and very slow. .

Song Yuzhang tried again to move his hands and feet, but his eyes were suddenly smashed.

The viscous and warm liquid hit his eyelashes and dripped onto his eyeballs unbearably. Song Yuzhang blinked his eyelashes, some tears were stimulated in his eyes, and he instinctively wanted to wash out the foreign matter in his eyes.

His breathing also became slightly short with the blinking of his eyelashes. Song Yuzhang didn't know how long it had passed. After the tingling sensation in his eyes subsided a little, his consciousness became clearer again.

That wasn't the sound of water, that was someone bleeding... the soft oppression surrounding him was a human body.

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, although he still couldn't see anything, but he seemed to see everything, Song Yuzhang closed his eyes deeply, and forced himself to transfer the terrifying imagination in his mind.

Gradually his hands and feet became his own again, Song Yuzhang came to his senses completely, he tried hard to move his hands and feet, but he couldn't, they were clamped too tightly, but what is certain is that his hands and feet were still intact and he could feel them .

Song Yuzhang panted slightly, the "water" dripping from the top of his head kept hitting his face, his neck was also sticky, and there was a warm and pungent smell of blood all around him, he couldn't feel whether those people were still alive , The buzzing in the ears is still very loud.

The explosion seemed to happen behind him. Song Yuzhang couldn't remember how the explosion happened. He only remembered a loud noise, and the scalding heat wave knocked him out, and the rumbling sound was endless...

Song Yuzhang struggled again, his arm was still unable to move, but his fingers could move stiffly. Song Yuzhang did not give up, and constantly mobilized his willpower, stroking randomly with his fingertips. After an unknown amount of time, his arm finally moved slightly towards the Moved a little bit.

The longer it took for consciousness to recover, the more Song Yuzhang could perceive his situation. Although his eyes couldn't see it, his body could feel it.

His place seems to be very, very crowded, without even a single gap. If this continues, he will be suffocated to death in these human bodies who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Song Yuzhang moved with great difficulty, and at the same time realized that he hadn't suffered any serious injuries, because he had good hands and feet, but his body hurt a lot, and there was a bloody smell in his lungs, and he didn't seem to feel any specific wounds.

He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he would rather think on the bright side.

It's not that Song Yuzhang has never seen a bomb.

When fleeing with Chun Xing, there were bombs on the road, and the bombs kept falling in the sky, and the sound of explosions continued one after another. Song Yuzhang took Chun Xing to hide in the cave, and was lucky to escape the bombing, probably because the dry mountain was not worth it. Once it was blown up, the cave was actually very fragile, and any bomb would be enough to smash the master and servant into pieces.

That time, Song Yuzhang didn't think it was too dangerous after he escaped from death. Since he survived, he was lucky and fateful, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

He didn't die then, but he can still live now.

Great power erupted from Song Yuzhang's body, and this power only helped him move a little further, and let out a tiny groan.

Probably because the will to survive was so strong that Song Yuzhang suddenly felt that his strength was boundless, and he arched his shoulders upwards—he still didn't move.

Song Yuzhang felt tired after waking up, and at the same time became more conscious: the building collapsed.

The chamber of commerce building has a total of five floors. It is not high, but it is not low. The explosion did not kill him, so it is hard to say that the five floors collapsed.

Song Yuzhang thought for a while, and then moved with all his strength. When he tried his best to move, he also realized that the people around him were almost all dead people, and some of them were not complete dead people, but broken bodies. torso.

Song Yuzhang shuddered, his chest hurt, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth.

This mouthful of blood was both fishy and sweet, and Song Yuzhang had a terrible thought in his trance: maybe he was seriously injured, but he couldn't feel it.

The building of the chamber of commerce collapsed into a towering ruin. The patrol room was guarded outside to prevent anyone from entering. There were endless cries and wailing outside. After Nie Yinbing came, he was released as the vice chairman. Explosions often occurred in the mine. He commanded the people to move and dig with experience, and his expression was almost calm. Everyone was infected by his calmness, and they all suppressed the fear in their hearts, and just kept doing things without talking for a moment.

It took more than three hours for the explosion to reach Meng Sushan's ears. Meng Sushan almost fainted on the spot. With Wan Lan's support, she stretched out her hand with a pale face, "Go—" she said angrily, "Call the dock All the workers put down what they were doing and followed me."

Meng Sushan brought hundreds of workers to the chamber of commerce. Many family members and people who came to watch the theater had gathered at the entrance of the chamber of commerce. The vigilant patrol shouted: "Don't panic, it's very dangerous inside, we're already sending people to rescue—"

Meng Sushan strode forward, waved her jade hand, and slapped the leader of the police on the spot.

"My brother is inside," Meng Sushan said with a pale face, her teeth trembling slightly, and her voice was soft but firm, "You won't let me in, I'm going to rush to the patrol room now."

The policeman was stupefied by her, a weak and slender woman. Just as he was about to speak, the generals of the Meng family in the back row had already stepped forward and surrounded Meng Sushan. gun.

The policeman naturally knew Meng Tingjing's importance in Haizhou, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "It's still very dangerous inside, and it may explode again at any time."

"Don't worry about it," Meng Sushan turned her head abruptly, the agate on her earlobe tapped her cheek, and said to the workers, "Come in with me and rescue them!"

When the men from the Meng family rushed in, Nie Yinbing hardly noticed it. He didn't react until everyone rushed to the ruins. He waved his hand down to the left, "Move all the wood from that place."

Meng Sushan lifted the cheongsam and hurriedly said: "All under the command of the second young master of the Nie family!"

The ruins after the explosion were still almost as high as a floor. Dozens of people climbed up to carry them. It seemed so small. Seeing the shocking scene in front of her, Meng Sushan burst into tears uncontrollably. She supported herself knee, and suddenly yelled shrilly.

"Ting Jing—"

Meng Tingjing opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt pain and numbness in his right arm, as if he had been burned by a fire.

Immediately, he immediately remembered what happened.

Explosion, quite violent explosion, more than one direction, he saw a strong white light in front of his eyes, and a heat wave hit him behind him.

Meng Tingjing couldn't help moaning, there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

But luckily still alive.

The thought of "alive" flashed by, and Meng Tingjing's mind went blank for a moment.

"Song..."

Meng Tingjing felt the bloody smell in his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. It must have been the explosion that hurt his lungs. Something blocked it, leaving room for him to move. Although it was pitch black, Meng Tingjing still felt a severed hand beside his face.

damn it.

Meng Tingjing cursed in her heart, and turned her face away with difficulty.

Who planted the bomb?What is the purpose?Taking advantage of their meeting, like blowing up all the important businessmen in Haizhou to death?

What a fucking son of a bitch.

Meng Tingjing took a few breaths with his mouth open, and after forcing the pain in his throat over, he yelled with all his strength.

"Song Yuzhang—"

When the explosion happened, Song Yuzhang was not far away from him. Even if he was blown away, the gap between their positions should not be too far away.

Meng Tingjing didn't think about anything, but yelled again.

"Song Yuzhang—"

He didn't know that his roar was actually just a very small moan.

Strong tinnitus reverberated in his mind, and Meng Tingjing couldn't get a response, so he tried his best to move towards the direction he thought Song Yuzhang might exist based on his own feelings.

The efficiency of moving was very low, the human body oppressed him, and there were too many obstacles, Meng Tingjing called "Song Yuzhang" name one after another, and suddenly heard a breathing sound during the movement, which seemed to come from below, he He yelled a few more times, and there was a faint response from below.

Meng Tingjing moved down like crazy in ecstasy, his back was hot, and he didn't know what he had slipped over, it seemed to be bleeding, but it didn't seem to be there, he didn't know how long he moved, anyway When his palm could touch the person who was making the sound, he was disappointed to find that it was not Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang's fingers are not so thick and short.

Meng Tingjing immediately gave up and continued to move in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Those flesh and blood were soft and smelly, but for some reason, they were so hard. Every time Meng Tingjing moved, she felt as if she was walking through a very narrow wall and rubbed off a layer of flesh.

"Song Yuzhang..."

Meng Tingjing didn't dare to think about Song Yuzhang's life and death in his mind. Although he couldn't see anything, he always felt that Song Yuzhang was not far ahead. Immediately, go a little further and persist for a while, and he will find it.

This overly impulsive behavior exhausted Meng Tingjing's physical strength extremely quickly, and his back was so painful that it was numb. He couldn't touch it with his hands, but he just felt that his back must be injured.

It must be bleeding, Meng Tingjing thought calmly.

It doesn't matter if you bleed, there is nothing on your back that can bleed profusely, so you can't die.

Meng Tingjing gritted his teeth and moved forward again. While moving like this, he called Song Yuzhang's name. His fingertips suddenly touched a hard and angular object, like a stone. When he touched it down again, he touched it. A bit of human skin, smooth and viscous.

Meng Tingjing was startled, and then he grasped that piece of skin like crazy, it was a person's hand.

Meng Tingjing's arm couldn't be bent, so she could only hold onto that hand with all her strength, while gritting her teeth and said, "Song Yuzhang, speak!"

"I know it's you, don't fucking pretend to be dead!"

"Song Yuzhang!"

"Song Yuzhang!"

Meng Tingjing's heart was getting colder and colder, and at the same time, her chest was getting hotter and hotter, as if something was about to gush out.

A thin moan suppressed the stuff that was about to pour out of his chest.

Meng Tingjing clenched her hands vigorously, "Song Yuzhang, how are you?"

The groaning sound slowly subsided, and then Meng Tingjing heard a very soft "I'm fine."

Meng Tingjing let out a long breath, but still coughed up blood uncontrollably.

Song Yuzhang woke up again. This time, when he woke up, he felt very dizzy, and the pain in his body didn't feel too much, and there was a very small but not negligible force from his hand.

Meng Tingjing.

Yes, Meng Tingjing is also in the auditorium, right beside him.

"Ting Jing..." Song Yuzhang said softly.

"I'm fine too."

Meng Tingjing's voice was very soft, but her tone was firm and resolute.

Song Yuzhang didn't know why, but the corners of his eyes became slightly hot, and he let out a "hmm", and then he didn't know what to say.

"say."

Meng Tingjing squeezed Song Yuzhang's hand nervously.

"say what……"

Listening to Song Yuzhang, Meng Tingjing's consciousness seemed to be very clear, and his speech was smooth. His beating heart finally calmed down, and the stabbing pain on his back seemed to be bearable.

"Don't be afraid," Meng Tingjing said, "Someone will come to rescue us soon."

Although Song Yuzhang's hand was held, there seemed to be a distance between their heads. Song Yuzhang couldn't quite hear what Meng Tingjing said. He didn't know if it was because Meng Tingjing's voice was too soft, or the residual buzzing in his ears. It was too powerful, he made a random "um", but Meng Tingjing didn't hear it, so Meng Tingjing anxiously shook Song Yuzhang's hand again.

Now Song Yuzhang responded, "...it hurts."

Meng Tingjing rubbed the back of Song Yuzhang's hand lightly with his fingers, and found a wound on his head, and felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if he only realized that the two of them had fallen into the situation of life and death until now.

"It hurts, it's a good thing," Meng Tingjing warned, "Don't sleep."

Drowsiness means bleeding too much. Once you fall asleep, you may not be able to wake up.

After the dizziness passed, Song Yuzhang also clearly realized this.

He can't sleep anymore, and if he sleeps again, he might not be able to wake up.

"I don't sleep," Song Yuzhang tried to raise his voice, and at the same time, his fingers also squeezed Meng Tingjing's hand, his chest slowly rose and fell, "You don't sleep either."

Meng Tingjing smiled silently, and he didn't know how he could still laugh at this moment, "How dare I sleep if you don't sleep?"