PFC Chapter 35: Struggling to Support
Chapter 35: Struggling to Support
At this moment, Anjiu wanted to cry.
She kept telling herself that she was grown up, an adult, and didn't need anyone's care.
What she always avoided was the saying that a child with a mother will always be a child.
Just when she thought she would never be treated like this again in her life, Grandma An appeared.
Her mother no longer has to worry about it in heaven, and now she has someone who loves her.
Anjiu let the tear slide down from the corner of his eye.
She grabbed the taut bed sheet around Grandma An's waist and pulled it hard. The thin Grandma An sat on the ground without any resistance. She didn't have the strength to stand up again because a bigger stone had hit her waist.
Anjiu protected her in front of him and still carried her on his back.
Grandma An's face was pale and she moved the pillow behind An Jiu's head, worried that she was seriously injured.
Apart from the sound of the wind, there were no other human sounds in the corridor.
Everyone who was still alive knew that calling for help was a futile waste of energy, and that no one cared about them, as evidenced by the locked door.
The shattering of windows could not add any more horror to the disaster.
The wind was raging, sand and rocks were flying, and Anjiu's back was hit and she gradually lost consciousness. At the moment when her eyes were blurred, she found that the space in her brain was emitting a light blue light.
What's the meaning?
Sensing her approach, the light became brighter, as if calling her.
Anjiu vaguely realized something, and she began to try to mobilize the space with her consciousness.
It went smoother than she had imagined. A very faint blue light appeared in the palm of her hand. It looked light and weightless, but was not affected by any strong wind.
She tried to move the blue light, wrapping around the iron bars and wrapping around her wrist.
She immediately felt it was easier to fight the wind.
Anjiu was overjoyed. The new use of the space gave her hope of survival. If possible, she would like to form a shield behind her to protect her fragile internal organs and spine.
Under the control of her will, the blue light gradually withdrew from her palm and climbed along her arm. The extremely faint blue light was reflected in An Jiu's pupils. Grandma An, who lowered her head and closed her eyes, naturally did not see this scene.
Behind him, Anjiu couldn't see, but he could feel it.
The blue light was like a ball of soft dough, which she pulled here and there and stretched into a round and flat shape. It was extremely thin and looked like it could be easily broken by any larger stone.
Anjiu prayed in his heart that it could last longer.
While the space was being called up, she tried to take something out of it and found that it was prohibited.
She knew it.
Following two consecutive cracking sounds, the wind became stronger, carrying the broken glass that had not yet fallen to the ground.
Dang Dang Dang.
A series of crisp sounds blocked by the blue light echoed in Anjiu's head.
Her hay-like hair was rolled up, and the fragile hair was broken into two pieces in the middle, flying out along the gap between the railings, along with the fragments splashed when the glass shards hit the iron bars.
In the storm, she and Grandma An heard the faint cries for help from their neighbors fading away. Even more terrifying, sometimes they could hear the loud noises of heavy objects slamming against walls and iron doors...
I don’t know how long I held on. Just when Anjiu noticed that the wind was getting weaker and was about to open his unconscious fingers to circulate the blood, another gust of even stronger wind swept in.
It was as if they were going to be pulled off the railings alive, or as if they were thrown into a high-speed spinning washing machine, with extremely fierce force.
Even though An Jiu tried his best to curl up and block Grandma An, his lower body was still out of control and was blown into the air by the wind. Grandma An had no strength in her hands and they were freed in a few moves. She was only supported by the bed sheet tied to her body.
The old bed sheet that had been used for several years was stretched straight. After a few minutes, it could no longer hold and made a hissing sound of cloth tearing!
Grandma An smiled weakly at An Jiu and signaled with her eyes that she should stop caring about her.
——You have to live well.
Anjiu understood her lip language, and a feeling of sadness and fear instantly enveloped her.
No, grandma must not die!
An Jiu gritted her teeth and quickly turned back all the blue light behind her. She grabbed the railing fiercely and reached out with her other hand. At the same time, the blue light shot out like a thin thread, ignoring the strong wind and accurately wrapped around Grandma An's waist.
hiss-
The bed sheet broke completely in two and Grandma An was blown away by the wind.
An Jiu's body was pulled violently, and he was instantly parallel to the ground. He only used the strength of his right hand to hold the two people back from being swept away.
The suction force was simply terrifying. No matter how strong An Jiu was, it was impossible for him to hold something that was five times his own weight with one hand!
Veins on her neck popped out and her eyes were fixed on her own hands. She watched with grief and despair as her palms slowly slipped away. People seemed so insignificant under the power of nature!
The only thing that can save them is space!
Anjiu wanted to split it into two halves, but found that the blue light was a slippery ball. No matter how she rolled or flattened it, she couldn't split it in the middle!
When she forced the middle part to be stretched to its thinnest point, she felt a needle-like pain deep in her head, over and over again, and all the nerves in her body trembled.
She concentrated all her energy on breaking the space. Although the pain became more and more severe and she felt dizzy, she did not stop moving at all.
Until it was pulled as thin as spider silk, as if it had reached the critical point, Anjiu took a deep breath through his nose, paused, and then suddenly pulled it to the left and right with force!
It felt like a tooth nerve was being pulled out, and she wished she could die on the spot.
The blue light split into two, one half connecting her and her grandmother, and the other half tightly wrapped around her right hand and the railing. Although they were still flying in the air, the feeling of powerlessness was gone.
But the situation of Anjiu is very bad.
Her head seemed to be covered with a fog so thick that water could drip from it. It was very difficult for her to think. At the same time, she felt very sleepy. The irresistible drowsiness pressed down on her like a tidal wave.
Anjiu didn't know whether it was due to overwork in the past few days or due to the forced change of the space state.
She couldn't even feel the pain of being hit by stones. This state was obviously very dangerous. She bit her lower lip many times to keep herself awake, struggling with the taste of rust in her mouth, praying that the sandstorm would dissipate quickly.
Time became non-existent, my ears were filled with the sound of wind, my face was covered with a thick layer of yellow sand, and every breath left a fishy smell in my nose.
If it doesn't end soon, her lungs will be filled with yellow sand...
Authentic Sandman...
He drank and found joy in the midst of suffering, and tried his best to keep his mind working without interruption.
When her body fell from the air to the ground, she slowly realized that this scene was very familiar.
This kind of slow-motion, she seemed to have encountered it before...