Chapter 309

Trapped in the flood, He Lingchuan had only two words in his mind: Finished.

Sure enough, Wen Daolun's character analysis was accurate. Encountering water, he should have turned and left when he arrived at the Hanhe River.

But he had no regret medicine to eat, so he could only grab a turtle bead and stuff it into his mouth.

This item could help him breathe underwater, so he wouldn't drown for a while, and after entering his mouth, it shrank to the size of a quail egg, not hindering his breathing.

Perhaps because he had come back from the dead too many times, he was somewhat indifferent to death; at this moment, his brain was spinning fast, all about how to survive in a desperate situation.

The wild waves followed by hitting a huge piece of driftwood, directly crashing into the strange bird and knocking it unconscious.

It was pushed forward instantly, while Dong Rui and He Lingchuan fell to the rear.

The two of them grabbed the tail of the driftwood simultaneously, watching helplessly as the wild ox and the strange bird were washed away by the current, drifting further and further, until they couldn't be seen soon after.

"Thirty-four!" Dong Rui's face was full of water, gritting his teeth, "My thirty-four is gone! How could I have encountered a disaster like you!"

"If you hadn't... pfft!" He Lingchuan opened his mouth and ate a mouthful of murky water, "If you hadn't schemed against us father and son, how would we have fallen into the water?"

This Dong fellow was slippery, relying on his winged mount to provoke them father and son time and again, then escaping.

Now the strange bird was gone, but He Lingchuan couldn't be happy.

Was he going to die together with this weirdo today? The rotten wood they were currently relying on was drifting downstream at a speed of about sixty or seventy kilometers per hour; wanting to be rescued by others was simply a dream.

He quietly pressed the mechanism to retract the sleeve arrow hook, hoping to have another chance to fire it later. During this process, the hook was jammed by branches and debris several times. Thanks to the fact that the item made by Li Fubo was a genuine high-quality product, otherwise this thing would have gone on strike long ago.

He Lingchuan hooked the driftwood with one hand, his fingertips poking into the wood, while trying to untie the rope with one hand, all while observing in all directions, busy and enjoying it.

Among the things in this flood, some drifted slowly, while others drifted quickly.

He Lingchuan's luck was considered not bad, but Dong Rui was hit by floating roots and stones one after another, his nose bleeding profusely, and his head buzzing.

All kinds of debris were swept toward them by the waves, and neither of them dared to open their eyes much.

The stones also took away Dong Rui's mask.

The two were close at hand, almost shoulder to shoulder clinging to the driftwood; He Lingchuan turned his head to look, and with an "Oh ho," he was so shocked that his hand almost let go:

Dong Rui's face was rotten.

Above the nose, it was considered intact, but below the philtrum point, it had collapsed.

It was as if the lower half of his face was made of paper and had been pinched flat by someone. His cheeks were sunken, the shape of his mouth was also very strange, and the skin was blue with black.

Dong Rui didn't have many teeth left either; he didn't know how he spoke without whistling.

And because the skin of the lower face had no support, there was also a bit of collapse under his eyes.

In short, his face looked like a wax figure that had melted halfway and solidified again; from a distance, it was eerie, up close, it was terrifying, and it could scare children to tears in the middle of the night.

He Lingchuan's surprise was written in his eyes; Dong Rui would usually be furious, but now he had no time to care.

He looked back and was scared out of his wits:

The floating belt filled with endless falling wood was mighty and about to catch up! "Dead for sure." He Lingchuan also glanced at it, muttering to himself, finally giving up. The two had been washed to the middle of the Hanhe River, more than ten zhang from the shore, with no chance of reaching the shore at all.

Along this way, there wasn't even a reef exposed above the water.

Dong Rui suddenly took out an item, secretly thinking: "Might as well try, treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"

He quietly soaked this item in the water, pretending his hand slipped and he didn't hold it steady, and with an "Oops," he let go of the driftwood.

So he was instantly washed away by the rapid current.

And then he repeatedly rubbed the thing in his hand, while urgently saying: "Faster, faster!"

It was a transparent, soft thing, looking like the agar He Lingchuan liked to eat, but a bit like a slug, because it clearly had tentacles...

He didn't know how Dong Rui rubbed it, but this thing started to swell, no, started to expand.

At first, it was the size of an egg, then it became the size of a coconut.

It could be used, it really could be used! He looked at He Lingchuan and laughed: "Goodbye! No, never see you again!"

The two were already two zhang apart, and he felt relieved. Since his own life-saving treasure could be used, he would watch this little dog drown in the flood with his own eyes later! Little did he know that He Lingchuan had been staring at him, and just as he grinned, He Lingchuan raised his hand—

With a "tsing" sound, the sleeve arrow that had just been installed was fired again.

This time there was no big wave to cause trouble halfway, and Dong Rui was drifting with the current with nowhere to escape; this sleeve arrow accurately hit his shoulder, drilling through from one side to the other.

The arrow was also connected to a flying rope.

He Lingchuan pulled hard, pressed the mechanism, and Dong Rui let out a miserable scream, actually being dragged back by him! The current happened to be in this direction, helping He Lingchuan a lot.

It was just a few breaths of time, and the two were face to face again.

It's just that this time Dong Rui was in so much pain he almost fainted, while He Lingchuan looked at him and smiled: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

He saw all of Dong Rui's little actions. How much this fellow cherished his life, how could he suddenly lose his grip on the life-saving driftwood? There must be a trick! In Dong Rui's eyes, this damn smile of his, what was the difference between it and a devil? Clearly everyone had fallen into the water, everyone was at death's door, shouldn't they be panicking separately! Why did this little dog keep staring at him? But the expansion speed of the thing in his hand not only couldn't slow down, but was getting faster and faster.

As the two dragged each other, it had already changed from a coconut to the size of a millstone, and it couldn't be hidden anymore.

He Lingchuan looked down and saw such an inexplicable thing, not surprised but happy: Was this Dong Rui's life-saving straw?

If it could save Dong Rui, of course it could save him too. At worst, he would occupy it alone and squeeze Dong Rui out!

Then this thing expanded faster and faster.

When it finally took shape, it had become an ellipsoid with a diameter of about one zhang, one side round and convex, one side flat, and there were many tentacles of different lengths underneath.

The strange thing was that both He Lingchuan and Dong Rui were wrapped in the middle of it.

Because this monster was completely transparent, the two looked at each other, seeing the other's expression clearly.

Isn't this just a...

He Lingchuan looked left and right, his body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, with no force point above, below, left, or right.

Both of them were stuck in the body of this jelly-like monster.

The more he looked, the more it looked like it, damn it, isn't this just a super-sized jellyfish? Of course, this jellyfish-like monster had an exceptionally flexible body, and countless pieces of driftwood and stones hit it, but it slid past them all.

And it was quite bouncy too.

The jellyfish drifted downstream and was soon caught up by the floating belt. He Lingchuan and the other seemed to be sitting on a rubber raft, the thick jellyfish isolated the damage from the outside, and huge bushes drifted past them, rushing forward like a train.

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh of relief, phew, saved.

However, he soon discovered that Dong Rui opposite him had a blue face, spat out a few bubbles with a "pulu" sound, and then moved his hands, trying hard to swim up.

This fellow... drowned? Suffocated?

But why was He Lingchuan himself fine? He felt his breathing and discovered that the inside of the jellyfish's body was basically still liquid, probably eighty or ninety percent water, and the rest was viscous material. At the moment, Dong Rui seemed to be trapped in a water ball, unable to break free, no wonder he was suffocating! He tried his best to move up only a small distance, at most three feet, but the breath he was holding was almost used up.

Dong Rui stared at He Lingchuan, his eyes full of disbelief.

Why was this kid so leisurely, did he have some way to breathe underwater?

He pointed at himself desperately, reaching out to He Lingchuan continuously.

Meaning, help? He Lingchuan smiled at him and spread his hands.

This fellow had caused trouble time and again, otherwise the two wouldn't have fallen into the water; now, watching his drowning state face to face was truly pleasing to the eye.

Dong Rui also saw that he had no intention of saving him, so he shouted: "The jellyfish is poisonous! If you don't save me, you'll die too!"

Water could transmit sound; he shouted twice, and He Lingchuan restrained his smile.

The jellyfish is poisonous?

After all, this was something Dong Rui had concocted, and He Lingchuan also knew that some jellyfish themselves were indeed highly poisonous.

Better safe than sorry. He Lingchuan sighed.

Looking back, he didn't know how long this jellyfish would drift; he didn't want to soak in corpse water, nor did he want to see the drowning ghost opposite him staring at him every time he opened his eyes.

Especially since this drowning ghost was as ugly as could be.

Therefore, He Lingchuan still took out a turtle bead, shook it at Dong Rui, and then pulled back the hook rope.

This time Dong Rui understood, not only not resisting, but frantically swimming toward him.

The distance between the two was originally only seven or eight feet, so this two-way rush soon brought them together.

Dong Rui almost snatched the turtle bead from He Lingchuan's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

And then He Lingchuan saw him take a deep breath, and his limbs, which were almost convulsing, calmed down.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere fell into awkwardness, only Dong Rui's purple face was slowly turning back to normal.

After a while, Dong Rui suddenly opened his mouth: "Don't make a move here, we'll settle the score when we get out!"

The liquid inside the jellyfish was also flowing, and it seemed to be able to exchange with the outside world, just a bit slowly. He Lingchuan said irritably: "Where's the antidote?"

"As long as we are peaceful between us, I'll definitely give it to you before we get out." Dong Rui was still panting, "This is a chronic poison, it won't kill anyone within two or three days."

He saw He Lingchuan raise his eyebrows and hurriedly added: "I have over a hundred kinds of medicine on me, the antidote has to be prepared on the spot. If you kill me now, you won't know which one to use!"

He Lingchuan couldn't evaluate the truth of this, so he could only listen to it as true for the time being. Dong Rui pointed to the sleeve arrow stuck in his shoulder and said: "Can you take it back?"

Only then did He Lingchuan help him remove the arrowhead.

Fortunately, the wound was very small; Dong Rui didn't tear a strip of cloth to wrap the wound tightly as He Lingchuan thought, but took out two things like silver fungus from somewhere and stuck them directly on the wound.

With this press, it stuck tightly to the skin, effectively blocking the water flow. Otherwise, Dong Rui's wound soaking in water for a long time would be no different from committing suicide by cutting his wrists, and he would die from excessive blood loss sooner or later.

Dong Rui wanted to take out a medicine bottle, but He Lingchuan naturally wouldn't allow it. Who knew what kind of ghost thing this fellow would take out while waiting for an opportunity?

He threw a pill to Dong Rui: "For stopping bleeding, swallow it."

(End of this chapter)