As if to confirm this sentence, the knocking sounded twice again. Situ Qinglang looked forward, and the sound came from the end of this fork.

Situ Qinglang quickly walked forward, but at the same time, He Jiaming suddenly noticed that the stone chips on his head were falling down, falling all over his head.

"Hey, I said that the soldier is a little bit wrong." He Jiaming looked up and took a sip of stone foam inadvertently. He said twice to the figure in front of him, "Don't rush to save people first, why do I feel like this place is going to collapse!"

"Shut your crow's mouth!" Situ Qinglang squatted down near the source of the sound and listened carefully. After two more knocks, he was overjoyed and hurriedly used his hands to open the gravel in front of him.

Situ Qinglang has a pair of very beautiful hands. His fingers are slender and beautiful in shape, with clear joints and clear joints, and his palms are warm and powerful. His nails are always trimmed short and neatly. However, at this moment, these hands are covered with scars, with blood on their fingertips, and their nails are also bald. If sweetheart sees them, they will definitely cry with pain.

They carried tools with them, but who dared to rashly use tools when saving people? He was as cautious as Qinglang, so he could only dig with his own hands little by little. He Jiaming had no choice but to walk forward to help.

As the two were digging, they suddenly dug out a hand. The hand was pale in color, the fingertips were cold and trembled slightly, and the fingertips were almost completely worn out, so they could not even see their nails.

Still alive?

Both of them were stunned. He Jiaming, who had been cursing before, was now clearing the stones as if he had changed his body, as if he was racing against time.

He was trapped here for so long and was almost buried alive. He didn't eat or drink or move for a few days. I really don't know what kind of will this person has to survive until now. The more He Jiaming thought about it, the more moved He felt the more sad he felt, and even his eyes turned red.

God, give me some strength! But a miracle must happen!

Just as he was thinking, his feet suddenly shaking, and then a stone hit his head with a "slap".

"Damn--" He Jiaming swears, and the worries in his heart are getting stronger and stronger. Situ Qinglang also notices this unusual and said in a deep voice: "Jiaming, you go out first, I'll do it here."

"Stop making a fuss. Do you think I will miss this kind of thing that saves a life better than building a seven-level pagoda? I have to accumulate more good deeds for myself." He Jiaming, who was just yelling to leave, was helping here unstoppable.

He knew very well that Qinglang, he had not known that he would dig up the year of the Monkey and Horse Month, and the two of them would have to be faster, just before rushing here...

Wait, collapse?! Aftershock?!

He Jiaming's voice trembled, and he couldn't help but reminded: "Is this a sign of... a terrible aftershock?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shook violently from his feet. Then a roar came from the subway tunnel. The huge steel stones fell from the top of their heads. The person who had just dug it was buried again in an instant, leaving only a broken hand outside.

"CAO--" Before He Jiaming could curse, the spotlight on the safety helmet on his head was smashed out. Situ Qinglang grabbed him in a panic and said loudly: "Hide quickly! Find the location in the corner!"

"Your uncle, tell me where is the corner!" He Jiaming was shouting, and his shoulder was suddenly hit by a stone as big as a bowl, and the sound of bone shattering came immediately.

He screamed in pain and almost let go. Situ Qinglang grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him into a triangle area.

"You...you let go—" He Jiaming shouted as he covered his arms.
Chapter completed!