Chapter 1777: Luohe

Chen Wenliang's face was pale, and his legs were a little soft. The waves rising from the river are getting higher and higher, and it seems that the stone bridge is about to disappear.
The timid Chen Wenliang hurriedly walked up the stone bridge. He now feels that this stone bridge is very dangerous, so thinking that going ashore is the best way.
Chen Wenliang didn't think he had fallen into the water, but he could swim to the shore.
"Click..."
The stone under him began to crack again, and then spread like a spider web.
Seeing this scene, Chen Wenliang was so frightened that he hurried to speed up and forced himself to run.
Now he just didn't want to run, otherwise, if he fell into the river, he would be dead.
Chen Wenliang ran ahead, and the stone behind the stone bridge kept falling. As long as he moved a little slower, he might fall from here.
Looking back, Chen Wenliang swallowed hard. He now hates that he has lost two legs.
I don't know when, there are countless corpses emerging in the river, and even more terrifying is that there are illusory souls floating on top of those corpses.
Countless ghost wandering scenes really terrified Chen Wenliang, his complexion began to pale, and his body was covered with sweat.
The only thing that was gratifying for him was that the ghosts didn't rush at him, just stayed in the river.
It seemed that their ghosts had no way to leave the river.
In this way, Chen Wenliang was slightly relieved.
But his movements also became faster, fearing that he would fall into the water.
It's just that as time went on, there were more corpses and ghosts on the water, but he still didn't see the end of the stone bridge.
Instead, as he progressed, the stone bridge became narrower and narrower, and now only less than two meters wide.
His physical energy consumption is almost the same. If he goes on like this, his final result will only fall into the river full of ghosts and corpses.
What will happen then, even if he thinks with his butt.
Despairing emotions began to spread in Chen Wenliang's heart. His uncontrolled speed began to slow down, and the cracks in the stone bridge also got closer to his feet.
Chen Wenliang knew very well that it would take a long time for him to fall into the river. But he was not reconciled, and he was not reconciled in any way. So many winds and storms in his life have come over, but I didn't expect that at this age, he would soon be killed. How could he accept such a thing.
But his consciousness began to blur uncontrollably, and he seemed to see the girl again, and the girl was smiling at him now.
The girl seemed to laugh very happily, as if she was very satisfied to see Chen Wenliang.
"Uncle, this is my home! Are you coming to be my guest?"
"what!"
Chen Wenliang suddenly woke up and ran out the last bit of power in his old body and started running.
This was the only remaining strength in his body, but he finally saw the end.
The end of the stone bridge... became a single-wood bridge, which would fall if you accidentally fell. But for Wu Chenliang, it is the best way in the world.
At least... Dumuqiao gave him his last hope. Let him not despair now.
He finally stepped on the single-wood bridge, his legs trembling and walking forward, his footsteps gradually started to speed up, but it seemed that he was stepping on cotton.
He was about to step on the shore. He had seen the sunlight and flowers on the shore. Those things seemed to be waiting for him... things that were so common in the past but looked so charming at this time.
Five meters... four meters... two meters...
With the last step left, he was able to walk across the bridge smoothly.
But at this time, the girl in the elevator suddenly stopped in front of him, with empty eyes facing him like a black hole.
The girl raised her hand, and there were two eyeballs still moving in her palm.
"Uncle, have you seen it, these are my eyes...you don't want to either, I give you...I can give you both my eyes, as long as you don't scold me anymore..."
Chen Wenliang stopped helplessly. The girl was standing in front of him. He couldn't cross it, so he could only reach out and push.
Even though he was terrified in his heart, he extended his hand in order to survive.
At this time, the girl's empty eyes suddenly shed black tears and exuded a dizzying smell.
Chen Wenliang couldn't bear the smell. He subconsciously took two steps back and stared at the girl in a trance.
"Kap..."
The single-wood bridge at Chen Wenliang's feet also split, and his feet were empty, and his body fell like this. Before he fell into the river, he vaguely heard the girl's voice:
"Uncle, why do you... don't want my eyes anymore."
The cold, biting river made Chen Wenliang's consciousness instantly sober.
Although he could swim, he suddenly fell into the water and let him drink several sips of water, and he couldn't help coughing.
Before he had adjusted to this temperature, something unspeakable suddenly flowed into his body, like countless bugs crawling inside him, making him very uncomfortable.
Chen Wenliang hastily struggled in the water. He can now see the shore. Naturally, he will not give up the hope of continuing to live so easily. No matter what, he always has to try it. Wait here to die.
Moreover, he found that since he fell into the water, those corpses and ghosts were all gone, as if he had seen hallucinations before.
But before he had time to swim, he suddenly felt his lungs sore, and felt the same feeling, causing his eyes to become confused.
After coughing violently, Chen Wenliang found that his hands and feet were as heavy as lead.
He was not a fool, and he soon reacted. There was only one possibility that would lead him to this result, and that was the river water he just drank.
Obviously...the yellow river has a big problem. That feeling is like being poisoned.
Chen Wenliang can only barely keep himself floating on the water, but if he wants to swim, it is impossible.
A wry smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, and his breathing became more and more rapid. ..
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