When the people in the village heard this sentence, they all began to become a little surprised and uncertain. In fact, whether it was a wandering dragon or a real river god came to take his life, it was not a good thing. In short, everyone was worried. (⊙o⊙)…
After the old man knelt down and worshiped, he turned around and left with a look of sadness on his face.
As soon as he left, many people who were originally surrounding the shore hesitated, and even retreated. Some people even turned around and walked away. This is not because they are immoral. In the face of such a life and death crisis, some people Can an individual remain calm
Only a few people stayed on the shore, and those few people were relatives of those on the boat. They couldn't leave, because after all, they had blood ties there and couldn't let them go.
The situation is a bit bad, but it is not a desperate situation. At least the wind has subsided, the rain has subsided, and there is no thunder. This means that if we row faster, the boat can reach the shore in time.
The people on the shore understood this, and so did the people on the boat. Everyone rowed to the shore with all their strength. At this time, every second was a chance for their own lives.
The old village chief is also rowing his boat hard, but compared to other people's scrambling, he also pays attention to the situation of others. When he sees someone falling behind, he will push it with the oar. He is not so great, he just An idea, don't kill anyone under his nose.
But at this moment, the old village chief felt something was wrong, because his legs felt cold. When he looked down, the old village chief discovered something that made his hair stand on end. His boat was leaking, and the leak was serious. , the water is rising at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.
At this rate of growth, let alone rowing to the shore, if we can hold on for even one minute without capsizing, we have to thank God.
The old village chief looked up in despair and shouted to the boat closest to him: "My boat is leaking, please lend me a hand."
There was no answer. The boat kept rowing. Although the wind had calmed down, it was still blowing and rowing was very strenuous. Seeing the big wave getting closer...
The old village chief looked at the figure not far ahead with some disbelief. That person was a villager in the village. He was very familiar with him and had a good relationship with him. He even helped that person.
After all, Lao Cun is a simple man. He thought that others didn't know who he was calling, so he shouted again: "Li Yuan, my boat is leaking, can you help me?"
Still no response, the man didn't even turn his head.
The old village chief swallowed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. At this time, the water in his boat had reached his knees, and the hull of the boat had begun to tilt. Among the 10 or so boats together, he was one of the first. After all, he was a good fisherman when he was young.
After sorting out his emotions, the old village chief realized that another boat was about to catch up behind him. It was very close to him. He shouted again: "Bangzi, my boat is leaking, please help me."
Bangzi is usually a honest and honest person, so he should be able to help him, right
As a result, Bangzi's rowing action only paused for a moment, and the boat quickly rowed towards the shore again, not even looking at him when it crossed his hull.
What's going on? The sadness in the old village chief's eyes became even stronger!
He knew that no one wanted to stop at this moment, because no one wanted to die, including himself.
To take a step back, death actually doesn't matter, but who is willing to die in the face of such an unknown and terrifying existence
The old village chief tried to understand everyone, and then he looked at a few more boats rowing around him, and he shouted to a few more people. The reality was very desperate. No one paid attention to him. His boat was about to capsize. In fact, even if he didn't shout , anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but...
A trace of anger finally flashed across the eyes of the old village chief, but the situation did not allow him to delay any longer, because when the boat capsized, there would be a lot of suction in the water, which would create a whirlpool. Even if the unknown monster did not come, he would It would be dragged into the deep water by the whirlpool, which would also be death.
At this time, regardless of anger or confusion, the old village chief was also a decisive person. He abandoned the boat and jumped into the water, struggling to swim away from the sinking boat. But where should he swim? To the shore...
The old village chief looked back at the wave and saw that it was already less than a mile away. If he simply swam, he would never reach the shore.
You have to save yourself. The old village chief gritted his teeth and watched a boat rowing towards him. He gritted his teeth and swam towards the boat. At this time, he suddenly understood the fact that in the face of life and death, people are selfish. There's no point in shouting.
The old village chief's swimming skills were pretty good. He soon swam to the edge of the boat and reached out to hold the edge of the boat. Since you don't want to stop and waste time, I'd better get on the boat myself, right
This kind of boat was originally a very small boat, narrow and thin. When the old village chief pulled the edge of the boat, the boat inevitably tilted. The man on the boat couldn't help but glared at the old village chief. Who would want to be troublesome now? Son
The old village chief felt a little guilty inexplicably, and murmured the explanation: "My boat capsized, I..."
As a result, an unexpected scene occurred for the old village chief. The man actually raised the oar high and slammed it against the old village chief's hand holding the edge of the boat.
The old village chief's eyes suddenly turned despairing, and his heart ached so much that he even ignored the pain in his hands! He suddenly felt that the person on the boat was very strange. Was he the villager he cared about and helped selflessly
Is he still his lovely, kind countryman
He clung to the edge of the boat and refused to let go.
"Old village chief, please forgive me. You know how fast this boat can carry two people at a time... don't drag me to death!" After saying that, the man's oar was smashed down again.
The bone-piercing pain made the old village chief finally let go of his hand. He couldn't stand it anymore!
But he wasn't completely desperate yet. He didn't believe that his fellow villagers would be like this. He took a deep look at the man's back as he walked away, and swam to the next boat without giving up...
In less than two minutes, maybe only one minute, the old village chief got the answer. The answer was his hands that were dripping with blood and twisted and deformed. Those people were so cruel that they even broke his hands!
He glanced at the shore, and saw that someone had already excitedly picked up his relatives, and then without even looking at the situation here, he turned around and ran away with his relatives.
It seemed that there was a lot of noise on the shore, but he didn't hear anyone shouting for him or saying a word of justice for him. He turned out to be just an old man without a wife or children in the village! Who would be worried about him at this time
But is there any last hope? The old village chief saw his nephew's boat rowing towards this side. His nephew was a young man and was not very good at operating small boats, so he was the slowest one.
The old village chief gathered himself together, endured the pain in his hands, and swam hard to his nephew's boat. At this time, he had decided not to be the village chief. If his nephew saved him, he would be kind to his nephew in the future. .
They are relatives, right? You should believe in the power of blood, right
The old village chief swam to his nephew's boat. At this time, his hands were too weak to hold the edge of the boat. He looked at his nephew with longing eyes, hoping that he would give him a hand.
A look of pain flashed through the nephew's eyes, and he said softly: "Uncle, I'm still young..."
He did not use the oar to hit the old village chief, but just pushed the old village leader away because there was no need to hit his hands at this time. His hands were no better than a pile of rotten meat.
Looking at his nephew's retreating back, the old village chief's heart had turned to ice. He suddenly burst out and shouted to the shore: "Help me, help me, we are fellow villagers!"
No one got into the water, not one!
At this time, the waves were already rolling in. Someone on the boat couldn't help but look back and saw the old village chief's sinking body. It was a look that he would never forget!
Unforgettable despair, and hatred that would scare even God!
Next, a nightmare is about to begin in this village!
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Ten days have passed since the incident, and no one in the village has offered to collect the old village chief's body, and no one has even mentioned the old village chief. Even when children ask about it, adults will deliberately avoid it, because the memory is really not very glorious.
People have an ostrich mentality. When they encounter something that they cannot accept, and it is about themselves, they will instinctively choose to escape.
But until that day, people found that they could not escape, because someone found a pair of shoes by the river.