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He was about to step forward, but his body froze as soon as he raised his foot.
Because Mo Yixia's expression did not change, she still repeated the words "Don't come over here" with her mouth, and her pale face was full of heaviness.
For some reason, Han Zhou suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
why?
Why can't I get through?
Are there any other dangers nearby besides the cliff?
He stared into Mo Yixia's eyes, trying to find the answer from the eyes that were also staring at him.
But it seems that no answer is needed anymore.
next second.
As if in response to Han Zhou's doubts, an unusually clear "click" sound suddenly rang in his ears.
The sound came from under my feet.
This voice is...
Han Zhou's expression gradually became ugly.
He remembered clearly that among the many precautions that Brother Wang repeatedly mentioned before going up the mountain, there were a few things that must be taken seriously, such as the "clicking" sound now.
Brother Wang's onomatopoeia was very bad, and the sound he imitated was completely different from the sound he heard now, but Han Zhou was in no mood to complain at the moment.
According to Brother Wang's description, this kind of sound usually means only one thing in the snowy mountains -
The snow is loosening.
It may not be easy to feel it just by hearing this word. Loose snow is not a dangerous thing, but it is often the beginning of many terrible disasters.
For example, an avalanche.
Of course, Han Zhou can be sure that the terrain he is currently in is not enough to form an avalanche, but this does not mean that there is no danger.
You have to know that he is now on the edge of a cliff, and it is a cliff that slopes downward!
At this moment, Han Zhou finally understood why Mo Yixia didn't let him pass.
He didn't bother to think about whether the loose snow had anything to do with his yelling just now; he just knew he had to leave here immediately.
Before Han Zhou could take any action.
As if to confirm his guess, he just looked up and saw a large piece of snow loosening and sliding rapidly down the cliff under the influence of gravity.
No sound of collision between snow blocks and the ground was heard, which meant that the bottom of the cliff was deep enough.
And this is just the beginning.
Like a domino that has been pushed down, as the first piece of snow slid down, large pieces of snow began to loosen at the same time, rushing to the area originally covered by the snow that had just slid down.
Before they could even "steady their footing", the rioting "companions" behind them chased after them and crushed them heavily, pushing the dense snow down the cliff.
In an instant, large flakes of snow turned into a white torrent, pouring down like a waterfall, covering the sky and the earth, with snow flying everywhere, and the huge momentum was like a tsunami.
As a member of the snow torrent, Mo Yixia, who was on the snow surface, was naturally not spared. She was like a tiny boat in a turbulent river, sliding uncontrollably down the cliff under the influence of the snow.
She tried hard to grab something, but there was nothing. Everything around her had already shattered and collapsed, becoming part of the white torrent.
All she could catch was snow.
All this seemed long, but in fact it happened in less than a second. The sudden change left Han Zhou with no time to react.
When he reacted, Mo Yixia had been washed by the white torrent to a position about two or three meters away from him, and was approaching the edge of the cliff.
The white torrent, the tiny human figure, the nearby cliff, and the face almost buried in the snow.
This suffocating scene was deeply reflected in Han Zhou's contracted pupils.
To be honest, a distance of two or three meters is not long, it is even short.
It was so short that if he wanted, he could rush over and grab Mo Yixia's hand, pull her out of the snow as quickly as possible, and escape from here with her.
But this is just the ideal situation.
The most likely scenario is that he would sink into the loose snow the moment he rushed to Mo Yixia, no longer able to find any foothold, and would be submerged in the pure white torrent in an instant.
The snowy surface at this moment was like the most turbulent river, and also like a man-eating swamp. Once he stepped into it, let alone saving Mo Yixia, he himself might be dragged in.
The cart that was originally next to Mo Yixia had been washed off the cliff. There was not even a sound when it fell, which showed that there was a real cliff below.
This is the power of nature. Han Zhou doesn't think he has the ability to contend with it. Going forward now would be tantamount to committing suicide.
But if she left like this, Mo Yixia would definitely follow in the footsteps of the cart pusher and fall off the cliff and die.
"If only I had been faster..."
Shaking his head, now was not the time to feel regretful. Han Zhou took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down, racking his brains to think of a way to save Mo Yixia.
The status bar is definitely not something you can rely on, unless you can give him a flying state, but this is obviously not something the current status bar can do.
There was a rope in the backpack. If he threw it over and let Mo Yixia grab it, maybe he could save her. But it was too late to take out the rope now, and Mo Yixia couldn't wait that long.
At this time, she was not far from the edge of the cliff.
Han Zhou didn't want to think anymore.
How much time is left for him?
Three seconds? Two seconds? Or even less than one second?
What can be done in such a short time? Can Mo Yixia really be saved?
The wind was as sharp as a knife, snow was flying, and the distance between the two people seemed to be gradually blurring.
Looking at the girl who was getting farther and farther away from him, Han Zhou's thoughts were more confused than ever before. His chest seemed to be on fire, filled with all kinds of messy emotions that could explode at any time.
Time seemed to freeze, the world was quiet for a moment, and then became noisy again.
The messy thoughts seemed to be roughly mixed together, and finally turned into a desperate idea.
"I can't save her..."
Han Zhou had to admit that he couldn't save Mo Yixia.
Even if he jumped to her side without hesitation, the probability of saving her was less than one percent.
Perhaps she also realized this. Mo Yixia, who had already reached the edge of the cliff, suddenly gave up struggling. She used her remaining strength to lift her face off the snow and looked up.
There was no longer any nervous or anxious look on her face. She just looked over here very calmly, and moved her lips silently as if she was relieved.
There are no other unnecessary actions.
Maybe she did make a sound, but Han Zhou couldn't hear it clearly.
It wasn't just Mo Yixia's voice. All the sounds in his ears seemed to have disappeared at this moment, whether it was the whistling wind or the approaching roar under his feet, or even his own heartbeat that was almost stalling, all became blurred.
The snow under my feet began to loosen and might collapse in the next second. If I didn't leave now, it would be too late to leave later.
Mo Yixia knew this, and Han Zhou certainly knew this too, but he stood there without moving.
For some reason, he suddenly began to review his life over the past eighteen years.
Born into a not very happy family, he could not feel the love of his mother and almost never felt the love of his father. He had hardly seen any relatives. He should have some, but no one wanted to associate with his family, so he could just pretend that they did not exist.
I am mostly alone during festivals, but I basically entertain myself with a sense of ritual, this is to respect the customs of the previous life.
Because of his father's gambling addiction, he had been changing schools frequently before entering high school, so he had no familiar classmates. However, there were often little girls who liked him and were reluctant to leave him. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave his contact information at that time. He only said perfunctorily that he could send a pigeon letter in the future, and there was no contact after that.
Therefore, he had few friends since he was a child.
Debt collectors would come to his door every now and then, and the neighbors naturally didn't want their children to associate with a child from a gambling family like him, so they would basically take a detour when they saw him.
He still remembers that on the day when he went to high school to register alone, his deskmate's eyes stayed on his mobile phone for a long time. He thought that the other party was concerned about the broken phone screen, but his deskmate was silent for a long time and asked why he didn't have a single contact in his Fetion.
Of course it’s because there’s no one to contact.
There is no need to add a gambler father, just a phone number is enough, since we can’t contact him from time to time anyway.
Loneliness is the norm for him, and his sense of belonging to this world is almost non-existent. If he had not been born mentally sound, he would probably have to spend time healing from his childhood.
He actually didn't care too much about the fact that he had no friends since childhood. As a time traveler, his mentality was not too mature, but he was not so young that he had to make friends with children.
At that time, he wanted to make money more, but because he was too young and had no access, he could only focus a lot of energy on studying.
No matter what, it won't go wrong to study hard.
After entering high school, I finally didn’t have to transfer schools frequently. I spent a semester planning for the future and another semester making new friends. I thought it would be a brand new beginning, but soon after I learned that I had a terminal illness.
To be honest, he could no longer remember how he felt when he heard the bad news. He only remembered that he was depressed for a while.
That was when my acquaintance with Guzheng began.
After that, he was ready to fight the terminal illness with all his might, and replaced his once planned future with a new goal of trying to survive in the present, but soon after he discovered that his gambling father had passed away.
The guy still had some conscience and left some money before leaving.
From that day on, he went from looking like a normal person to being completely alone.
He had to lower his goal a little bit, and after thinking "I might as well just wait to die", he changed his goal of "trying to stay alive" to "trying my best to live longer".
He said he tried his best, but at that time his "all he could do" was nothing more than his insignificant willpower.
Perhaps expressing his feelings for the difficulties he faced, the status bar appeared at this time.
Unfortunately, the status bar is not as omnipotent as he imagined. Although it can prolong life, it requires a lot of time and energy.
But even so, he is already content. At least his life is in his own hands. He will try his best and he will no longer just be able to rely on willpower.
In order to maintain his life, he began to work hard all day long. The process was not pleasant, but fortunately the time spent on completing the task was not boring. He liked the simple yet stubborn girl very much.
This kind of life lasted for two years until the summer vacation after the third year of high school.
Han Zhou can say responsibly that the first eighteen years of his life were quite unfortunate.
He doesn't like to talk about ideals with others. After all, no matter how lofty the ideal is, it should be based on the premise of survival, and he is still working hard for this premise.
He just wanted to survive.
It's not immortality, it's clearly a simple wish, but he tried his best for it.
Today, the most difficult times are over.
No longer needing to calculate the time to modify the status to prolong life all day, I finally have a way to get rid of terminal illness, and I can spare some energy to make the status bar play a real role. College life has just begun. I have close friends who are like best friends, and a cute girl I like. I have begun to feel a sense of belonging in this world...