"Chu Hong?" Lian Qingyang heard a man's voice and hurried over. He was startled when he saw the middle-aged man drenched in blood and helped Tang Yue dig him out.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man held his bleeding head and kept thanking Lian Qingyang as he held his hand.
"Don't mention it, we're still waiting to go rescue others."
Seeing that the man could move his legs and feet well, Lian Qingyang turned back and continued digging.
Not daring to use tools, let alone machinery, they could only manually move the large chunks of rock by hand.
Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang did not complain or say they were tired, even though the little food they had eaten in the morning had long been digested, leaving their stomachs growling with hunger.
Lian Qingyang wanted to find some food for Tang Yue, but then he thought that Chu Hong and Qin Anyu, who were buried underneath, had been without a drop of water for more than a day. What was there to fear about being hungry for one meal?
