Chapter 982

He was awakened by the cold water dripping on his forehead. At first, he didn't have a clear idea. He just felt that there was darkness in front of him and his whole body was hot and dry, like a fire burning.

She groaned, as if to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She couldn't open them. Her chaotic consciousness was mixed with the scenes of her parents strapping bombs, an Hui missing, Li Shangong and Tian Maoli being killed. These pictures were interwoven and played in her mind in turn, stimulating all her nerves.

With tears streaming down her face and subconsciously embracing herself, she could only vent her pain by shouting.

"Don't... Don't... Don't die..."

"Ho Ho, are you awake?"

The voice with a faint cry suddenly ran into her mind

Who?

"Fu Fu, wake up, I'm ah Hui!"

Ah Hui?

She tried to focus on the sound

"Ho Ho, wake up, don't scare me!"

It's a Hui's voice!

The voice in the ear more and more clear, she identified, ah Hui is beside her, she is not missing, she is still alive.

This idea makes her ecstatic, must be a dream, those pictures are just a dream, she slowly opened her eyes, want to see everything in front of her, but see vaguely.

"Great, you wake up at last!"

Focus gradually converged to a point, gradually dispelling the fog in front of her eyes

The outline of the figure gradually became clear

"Ah Hui?"

"It's me, it's me!" Anhui's voice is crying with joy.

Hu Hu's consciousness is still a little lax. Her brain seems to be trampled by tens of thousands of horses. It's painful and dizzy. She can't think at all. She shakes her head hard.

"Don't move, you have a fever!"

She was hot all over and blushed like a boiled shrimp. Because of the dehydration caused by high fever, her lip skin was dry. She licked her mouth and felt that her throat was filled with a handful of sand. When she spoke, she felt painful.

"Thirsty..."

"Thirsty? You wait, I'll find water for you! " After hearing this, Anhui immediately went back to look for water.

After a bang bang sound, Anhui hands over the water, carefully to her mouth.

The water is not good to drink, there is a smell of soil, but Pangpang Pang is very thirsty, not so much, eager to swallow them.

"Don't worry, drink slowly!"

The cold water made her feel better. Her eyes began to clear, and the figure in front of her became clearer. She blinked and finally saw the person in front of her.

But the people in front of them were miserable. Their faces were stained with blood. The original skin and flesh were full of vertical and horizontal scratches. Some were still bleeding, and some had formed a soft and transparent scab. There were also wounds in the corners of their mouths. Their hair was scattered, and they were also covered with soil. They were beautiful on weekdays, just like the dead people crawling out of the pile.

Hu Hu was shocked and grabbed her hand, "ah Hui! Your face

After her eyes inspected her face, her eyes subconsciously glanced at her body, which was even more startled.

Anhui only has underwear. Her pink and blue lace bra has long been dirty by mud and water. It's hairy and silky. The rags she has used for several years are more beautiful than it. Fortunately, it's winter style. There are sponges and other fillers in it. It's not as good as a hole, but it's almost worn. The skin exposed outside is also scarred, and the messy ones are of different sizes Bloodstains of different colors have different depths and shapes. Under the contrast of the delicate skin that has not been injured, it is like a painting being daubed with crayons by a child, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.