The young man rushed over and pushed the middle-aged man with his shoulder. He anxiously asked him to use force to climb up.
After hearing the pig's cry, he ran in another direction to lure the black pig away.
"Big fat pig… Come and chase me. If you chase me, I'll turn you into a pot of stew."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. With the young man's help, he finally climbed up a bit.
He turned to look at the charging pig and tried to climb up again.
When he finally reached a height that the black pig could not reach, he was close to collapsing and his expression was extremely ugly.
The arm holding onto the black cloth trembled non-stop as if it could lose strength at any moment.
He shouted weakly: "Young man, come… come up quickly."
The young man quickly ran a few rounds, grabbed the black cloth, and climbed up. Halfway up, the black cloth suddenly shook violently.
Looking down, he saw that it was the pig gnawing on it.
The middle-aged man shouted, "This way, fat pig, come here."
His voice attracted the black pig, and the young man took the opportunity to climb a little higher.
"Sir, I can't take it anymore… I really can't take it anymore."
He panted heavily, his hands and feet were shaking so much that even the black cloth was shaking.
The middle-aged man wanted to comfort him, but he opened his mouth weakly, not having the strength to make another sound.
Neither of them spoke again.
If not for the hands tightly holding onto the black cloth, it was easy to mistake them as corpses who had overexerted themselves.
Finally, ten long minutes passed.
As soon as the black pig disappeared, they slid down.
When the middle-aged man was sliding halfway, he suddenly lost his balance and fell.
His cumbersome body smashed heavily onto the floor, the sound waking up the dazed youth.
"Sir!"
He shouted hoarsely.
He quickly slid down and stumbled over, "Sir, how are you?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were tightly shut, and he had already lost consciousness.
"Sir."
The young man shouted in panic. He was so anxious that he started performing CPR on the middle-aged man.
After a long while, the middle-aged man finally opened his eyes.
"Sir, you're awake?"
The man blinked weakly and opened his mouth to weakly say, "I'm fine, don't worry…"
The young man helped him sit up and leaned against his body, "Sir, drink my blood. It can replenish some energy."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and panted, "It's not time yet."
"You're already like this, how much longer do you want to wait?"
"There… there are still two hours left."
Seeing that the young man was about to say something, the middle-aged man spoke again, "I'll rest for a while. My whole body hurts."
"Sir, don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep."
He had heard stories that in these situations, people would not wake up again after falling asleep.
"I'm fine…" The middle-aged man pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
The young man supported him with one hand and touched the sweat on his face with the other.
Looking at the large black cloth fluttering in the air, there seemed to be raging flames in his chest.
His eyes were fierce like a wolf's, he gritted his teeth and waited.
If he could, he really wanted to burn all of these damn things.
There was no way to vent his anger and sorrow. The knuckles of his fingers that were hanging by his side turned white, making cracking sounds.
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[Ding! Hello players. Nine hours have passed in the game. Victory and defeat are right around the corner. In the last hour, please give it your all. Good luck!]
The young man suddenly jolted awake and realized that he had fallen asleep.
He slept for an hour.
"Sir." He quickly lowered his head to look at the person leaning on him.
The middle-aged man's face was extremely pale. His eyes were tightly shut, and only his weak breathing indicated that he was still alive.