“It’s Pangzi, those spiders hung him up on the tree!” Chang looked up with concern as he whispered to Qing Shui. “He is not moving, I can’t be sure if he is dead or not.”
“Let’s go up and check him out.”
“That’s what I thought.” Chang replied in haste. They jumped through the gaps between the spider webs carefully. The flashlight illuminated Pangzi’s face.
“Pangzi…Pangzi!” Qing Shui hailed gently, and poked Pangzi on the arm with a branch. “Are you with me? Hey!”
“Ah……” Pangzi muttered. It was obvious that he tried to lift his eyelids, but they barely moved at all.
“He is not dead!” Chang and Qing Shui exchanged glances and saw the unexpected joy in each other’s eyes.
It really was a surprise to them. Before they found Pangzi, they had been preparing to accept the fact that he might be dead. After all, Pangzi had been lost in the jungle for almost an hour, and he had been chased by gigantic and deadly millipedes. The chance for him to survive was nearly zero.
