Shuangling: Braving the Rapids

Having lost their crucial support point, Aimin and Maodan immediately began swinging in the air like pendulums.

"It's alright, Maodan, your parents are here. When we get to the surface, Uncle will buy you some candied hawthorns!"

Aimin comforted the child while teaching him to hug his neck tightly. Fortunately, Maodan stopped struggling and lay limply against Aimin's chest, looking up at the man's chin with tears welling up in his eyes.

It seems they were genuinely terrified.

Seeing that no one had fallen, everyone turned their flashlights on the two people in the sky. The sight of them dangling in mid-air brought tears to the eyes of many, and even Qin Xiaohu, who usually didn't get along with Aimin, secretly gave Aimin a thumbs up.

Yue Chuan's eyes were sparkling. His uncle's reckless attitude filled him with both awe and fear. Even the gods in mythology who save people from suffering couldn't be more powerful than this.

"Lower the rope! Keep lowering the rope!"

Aimin shouted loudly without any restraint, and then the two of them slid down like weights.

Twenty meters, eighteen meters, fifteen meters...

As the weightlifters continued to exert force, Aimin and Maodan'er got closer and closer to the ground. But at this moment, no one dared to relax—the hemp rope was shaking like it was having a seizure, making everyone's hearts jump into their throats again.

Compared to the first half, the second half was much more difficult to lower the rope. First, the addition of Maodan increased the weight, and second, the pit wall in the second half was quite deep, making it impossible for Aimin to find a foothold.

Without any support, Aimin could neither balance his body nor help Geda share the pressure. As a result, the pressure on the three of them increased, and they could only grit their teeth and pull on the rope.

The mountain wind howled, and the rope swayed more and more violently. Aimin was powerless to stop it; all he could do was call a halt at the appropriate time to prevent Maodan from becoming frightened and causing trouble again.

At one point, the rope got stuck on a stone ridge next to the cypress tree, and the resistance suddenly increased, causing Geda and the others to be pulled forward. Geda quickly wrapped the rope around his waist a few more times, tightening it so much that his lower back was torn and bleeding, but he refused to let go.

It hurt a bit, but the thick skin and bumps could still hold up. The other two men, however, were in a much worse state. They were hunched over, panting heavily, and beads of sweat were splattering onto the ground. It seemed they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Seeing that the weightsmen were in bad shape, Qin Xiaotian quickly stepped in to help. Just as the four of them regained their footing, the rope in their hands suddenly became light—either the men had already fallen, or the rope had jammed.

The people below shouted at the top of their lungs: "The rope is stuck in a crevice in the rocks!"

Upon hearing this, Aimin's heart sank. The weight of the two of them was pressing down on the rocky ridge, and if they rubbed against it any longer, the rope would surely break! Falling from that height, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

What does it mean to be on the verge of death? It probably describes the situation right now.

At this moment, Aimin shook his head again, gritted his teeth, and came up with a desperate plan.

"Xiao Tian, ​​you guys hold the rope tight! I'm going to shake myself to get the rope out of the crack in the rocks!"

The shouts echoed throughout the mine. Qin Xiaotian remained silent for a moment before finally replying, "Okay!"

Before starting, Aimin rubbed Maodan's forehead and whispered to Maodan in his arms, "Uncle will take you on a big swing. There are so many people here, you can't cry..."

At this moment, Mao Dan'er was quite obedient. He buried his face in the man's chest, hugged him even tighter, and made a soft "hmm" sound like a mosquito's hum.

Seeing that Mao Dan'er was mentally prepared, Ai Min shook his waist forcefully, and the hemp rope swayed with his body.

Once, twice... on the third swing, the stuck rope end broke free from the crack in the rocks with a "rip"!

Seeing this thrilling scene, many people's legs started to tremble involuntarily, while Ma Xiangju covered her mouth, grabbed the ripped shirt, and her nails almost dug into his flesh.

The rope was freed, but bigger trouble was yet to come. Due to inertia, Aimin and Maodan were still swinging in the air, and for safety reasons, they had to wait until their bodies stopped swaying before they could be lowered down.

Meanwhile, Yue Chuan was busy down below. He tilted his head back, aimed his flashlight at the rope in mid-air, and focused on checking the areas that had been rubbed by the stone ridges.

This photo scared the wits out of him!

A chill ran down Yue Chuan's spine. It turned out the rope had already been worn down by the stones, and with Ai Min's handling, the remaining strands were starting to break!

Seeing that two of the four ropes had snapped, Yue Chuan's head buzzed. He stamped his feet in panic but couldn't utter a sound. He bit his tongue hard, the taste of blood mixed with pain shooting to the top of his head. He swung his fist and pounded his forehead repeatedly, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "Uncle! The rope's going to break! Let it go!"

That shout made everyone's head ache, even Aimin's liver trembled, and his hands shook like a leaf.

When the men below noticed that Aimin was acting strangely, chaos erupted. Cries for help mingled together, and the waving flashlight beams illuminated countless pale faces.

The people above ignored all signals and started lowering the ropes like madmen.

Nine meters, eight meters, seven meters... Suddenly the rope snapped!

Instead of falling straight down, Aimin twisted in mid-air, tightly embracing Maodan in his arms, and landed on his back first with a muffled thud, after which the entire pit fell silent.

Two seconds later, a woman's scream mingled with a baby's wailing, and the crowd scattered and bumped around like headless flies.

"Uncle!"

"Love the people!"

"Hairy Egg!"

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