After nine o'clock in the morning, following the downpour and floods in the subtropical rainforest during the non-rainy season, the sun had risen high.
The air felt sowhat humid and muggy as Liu Zhizhong lay on the narrow small fishing boat, near the brink of death. Covered in blood and grimy odor, it was quite unpleasant.
His body was hardly cleaned, despite Ruan Yu's water and Weng Xingban's alcohol spray; of course, it couldn't wash him clean entirely. But for disinfection, it was sowhat beneficial.
The weight of three people left the small fishing boat with only seven to eight centiters above water; if a wave hit, the boat could easily overturn.
Luckily, Ruan Yu and Weng Xingban grew up fishing in the rivers, so they were steady at both sitting and rowing boats. At this mont, the boat was going upstream, with the river being endlessly gentle, posing no danger.
Their presence was indeed a huge help to Liu Zhizhong. Otherwise, Liu Zhizhong might have ended up as breakfast for a hungry Monroe Crocodile by now.
The moist air was mixed with the stench of Liu Zhizhong's blood, which was quite unpleasant, forming a sticky block in Weng Xingban's nasal cavity.
This short and stout young man from Vallebang had solid, tense muscles on his arms, rowing the small fishing boat with a steady and powerful stroke, as the bamboo pole carved beautiful ripples in the dark green river water.
At the stern stood the young and beautiful rainforest maiden Ruan Yu, lightly paddling the water, assisting Weng Xingban at the bow.
Liu Zhizhong lay quietly in the middle; from ti to ti, fish jumped from the cabin, splashing him with water, and he had no awareness of it.
The little fishing boat carried the fate of three people within the shadows of the rainforest along the banks, gently rocking...
"Brother Xingban, Grandpa Lou's stilt house surely won't work! He has mobility issues and won't be able to take care of this person."
As the boat moved steadily, Ruan Yu had to consider how to arrange for Liu Zhizhong afterward, also needing to discuss with Weng Xingban.
Weng Xingban thought for a mont and said, "Sending him to your ho, probably not a good idea either? Your father would scold you!"
"Yeah! Sending him to your ho then?"
"My ho?"
Weng Xingban smiled helplessly, "Ah-Yu, my little banana-leaf shack, it leaks wind and rain, could it accommodate such an important wounded person? He's a pilot, from quite a high background, very distinguished."
Indeed, Weng Xingban was currently alone, buried under debt, living in a shack made of banana leaves, not knowing when he could repay everything!
Ruan Yu also smiled helplessly, nodding, "Life will get better, Brother Xingban! This person is really sothing special, if he's really from high status, we can't offend him! What if…"
As she spoke, she seed to have thought of sothing, her face slightly changing, continuing, "What if he's a pilot from the Warlords, shot down by others! If soone cos searching for him, we'll be in trouble!"
A sense of alertness arose in Weng Xingban's mind, admiring Ruan Yu's imagination, she had always been clever!
"Right… this… what should we do? For now, still hide him in a secret place, wait until he wakes up, then we ask him properly?"
"Yes, only that could work!"
"Alright! I have an idea of a place, it's the Dripping Water Cave outside Yazi. It's secretive, dry, the entrance has dripping springs, inside is not humid, and there aren't many snakes or insects."
Ruan Yu's eyes lit up, "Hey, that's a good idea, it's quite high and steep there, very safe."
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