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"I really won't die here." Yan Xuan's eyes were red, staring at the salt bag in Xiao Zuanfeng's hand.

"Let's go!" Xiao Zuanfeng stepped out of his right foot again.

"Wait!" Yan Xuan stopped the small drill, "President Bai, I have something to trouble you, a very important thing!"

"When is it now?" Xiao Zuanfeng's face was incredulous.

But what made him even more incredible was that he was punched in the face. Because of his weakness, Yan Xuan's punch was not strong, but Xiao Zuanfeng was also very weak at this time, and the place where he hit was the nose, so he used his right hand to cover the place where he was hit after the pain.

Xiao Zuanfeng was still holding the salt bag with his left hand, but compared to before, he was paying much less attention to the salt bag at this time.

Don't miss the opportunity!

Yan Xuan was waiting for this moment, he snatched the salt bag in Xiao Zuanfeng's hand.

In normal times, he had as much salt as he wanted, and it could even be used for bathing, but now... everything is different. Even if only two-thirds of the ordinary salt in his hand is left, it is more precious to him than any treasure.

"I'm sorry!" Yan Xuan chuckled lightly and ran towards Fengxiahe.

There is a distance of fifteen meters left, which can be said to be close at hand.

Xiaozhufeng recovered and realized his situation. Even though he is very close to Fengxia River now, the danger has not been lifted before he actually enters.

Ruined……

He looked at Yan Xuan's back, with an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

No, I can't give up yet!

Xiao Zuanfeng wiped away the nosebleed with his right hand, took a deep breath, and ran towards Fengxiahe.

As soon as he ran two steps, he felt that he was being hugged by the baby ghost, and...there were two.

"Help..." Xiao Zuan Feng Xiang Yan Xuan stretched out his right hand, but the cry for help seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not be heard at all.

Yan Xuan's back was farther away.

With his own calculations, Yan Xuan has already stepped on the train to life with one foot.

Hey, what an idiot!

Looking at Fengxiahe getting closer and closer, the smile on his face deepened.

Just now, he was also hugged by the baby ghost, but he had salt water in his hand, and he could break free of the baby ghost with a little more effort, thus maintaining his physical strength.

Xiao Zuanfeng struggled for two steps and fell to the ground.

A sense of weakness entangled him like a ghost, sucking his life bit by bit.

Am I going to die here? It's that simple, I didn't even do anything.

Xiao Zuanfeng slowly closed his eyes.

I still haven’t watched a few movies and TV shows. It will be my birthday in two months. I haven’t figured out how to celebrate...

Darkness and coldness shrouded Xiao Zuanfeng's heart.

At the same time, Yan Xuan also ran out of salt.

There are still five meters left.

"Quick...Quick!" Yan Xuan felt that he was being hugged again, but now he doesn't care about it. For such a short distance, he just needs to hold on for about two seconds.

"There are still four meters, three meters...wait, there seems to be something!" Just as Yan Xuan was about to jump into the river, he felt a sense of danger suddenly coming from ahead of him.

It was very dangerous, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff at this time, as long as he moved a little further forward, he would fall into an abyss that was beyond undeniable.

"But there is nothing?" Yan Xuan looked ahead, there was nothing in the heavy rain, "Forget it, don't care!"

He went on.

At this time, his hands hugged him from the side, not the thin hands of a baby ghost, but more like the hands of a woman.

A soft touch came from the side of the body, and Yan Xuan had a feeling of lying in the water, and at the same time, the speed of physical strength was like a waterfall flowing straight down.

Yan Xuan lay on the ground, and when he died, he didn't understand why things happened like this.

Obviously, even the blueprint for the future has been planned, but it has been impossible to realize it.

His skin shrank quickly, signs of lack of water began to appear on his face, and then his whole body quickly dried up.

...

The white light faded.

As soon as Qiancang felt physical discomfort, symptoms such as dizziness and tinnitus gradually began to appear.

But the force that pulled him to the bottom of the river had disappeared, so he quickly surfaced. After taking a few deep breaths, Qian Cangyi seemed to have a feeling of rebirth. After his body reached its limit, his reaction gradually disappeared.

He wiped the water off his face with his right hand and looked to the shore.

"This is... Yan Xuan?" Qiancang saw a severely dehydrated corpse, "Where's Xiao Zuanfeng? Is it dead?"

His gaze looked further away, and then he saw a small drill wind lying on the ground.

"It can't be saved..." Qiancang shook his head.

Yan Xuan's failure at the most critical moment must have something to do with the woman made of water that I met last. Even though she just shook Yan Wen's hand at that time, Yan Wen's body began to quickly become dehydrated. That kind of speed, I am afraid that unless you carry a torch, you will not have time to react.

As for the reason why Xiao Zufeng hasn't died yet, I'm afraid the other party is tempting me. Obviously it can be resolved quickly, but it happens that the baby ghost is allowed to slowly absorb water, there is definitely a problem in this.

This reason can be used as an excuse for Qiancangyi, or as his choice.

Unless other changes occur, he will definitely not risk saving the little bit of wind.

The reason is very simple. First, the danger is too great. Secondly, even if it is rescued, it will not make much sense.

At this moment, a voice rang in Qiancangyi's mind.

"I can help you, but you also have to help me." This was Feng Xiahe's voice.

Qiancang swam slowly to the shore, "How to help? What to help?" The first question was that he wanted to know how Fengxiahe could help save people, and the second question was that he wanted to know what Fengxiahe asked him to help.

There was no answer, or it was not the voice that answered him, but the irritable Feng Xiahe.

The river water hit the river bank like a furious beast, overlapping again and again. Just as the river was swaying, Qiancang discovered that Fengxia River was about ten meters closer to the small drill wind.

"His life is running out, he only has one chance, when the next wave comes." Feng Xiahe's voice sounded in his mind.

"Got it." Qiancang took two deep breaths.

There are no baby ghosts in the places hit by the water of the Fengxia River. For the baby ghosts, to a certain extent, they are more afraid of the Fengxia River that ‘bred’ them.

Stepping on the ground, the river that had submerged the waist gradually lowered to the knees.

Qiancang bent over slightly and focused his attention.

As the river began to rise, Qiancangyi rushed away.

When the water of the Fengxia River rose to its highest level, he also came to Xiao Zuanfeng.

"Good fortune telling..." Qian Cang whispered, then grabbed the small drill wind hand and dragged him towards Fengxia River.

In this process, the feeling of danger has been surrounding Qiancangyi, but it was nothing more than that. Nothing happened.

"By the way, if you can save people in this way, why don't you save Yanxuan before this? Maybe he is the last person in Pushazhuang." Qian Cangyi slapped Xiao Zuanfeng and said at the same time.

Of course, he didn't say these words to Xiao Zuanfeng.