Chapter 847 Father, Give Me Your Hand

The two trees were already making a rattling sound, and I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for long.

He Jingyao's face was as dark as water.

He glanced at Feng Qian and asked, "How long can I hold on?"

"Ten minutes." Feng Qian said, looking troubled.

According to the current progress, they may not be enough to drag the car up. The problem is that they are halfway up the mountain, there is no village in front of them, no store in the back, and it is too late to call someone.

He Jingyao nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Sir!" Feng Qian's face changed slightly when he saw this, "It's too dangerous, don't go there."

"It's okay, just hold on." The man said, taking off his coat and throwing it on the ground. He walked over and almost stepped on the edge of the cliff.

He put his right hand on the car and leaned slightly to open the back seat door.

The car body shook violently.

He looked back at Feng Qian, who nodded.

He Jingyao no longer hesitated, opened the car door completely, and stretched out his hand towards He Yirong: "Father, give me your hand."

He Yirong turned his head and glanced, then stretched out his hand towards him with difficulty. He Jingyao grabbed it and looked at the driver's seat. The driver, Lao Yu, was covered in blood and looked like he was no longer breathing.

He Yirong looked sad: "Lao Yu... is no longer alive."

The front of the car was severely deformed and Lao Yu died on the spot. If the car was not blocked by two trees on the edge of the cliff, he would not be alive now.

He Jingyao's eyes were dark.

He looked away and said to He Yirong: "I'll pull you out."

"Yes." He Yirong started to unbuckle his seat belt with his free hand, and soon he breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

At the other end, Feng Qian and others on the tow truck also tried their best to drag the car back ten centimeters. Even if it was only ten centimeters, it was enough to keep half of He Yirong's body on the road.

He Jingyao no longer hesitated and looked at He Yirong. He Yirong nodded, found the right angle and direction, and pounced outward. He Jingyao followed the force of his pounce and pulled hard—— Two seconds later, He Yirong successfully fell to the road, but the car shook violently and slowly slid down the cliff.

He Yirong put his hands on the road and felt more solid than ever before. The feeling of surviving the disaster made him choke up.

With a click, the two trees that originally blocked the off-road vehicle finally broke completely. Feng Qian, who was not far away, also let go of his hand and let the car fall down the slope.

He Jingyao exhaled and felt that his strength had recovered a little, so he stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand towards He Yirong, and smiled faintly: "It's okay."

He Yirong knelt forward twice, then held his hand and stood up slowly.

"Jingyao, what's wrong with you..." As soon as He Yirong opened his mouth, he felt something was blocked in his throat.

He Jingyao could have left him alone, but knowing that he might be in danger, he came to save him as soon as possible.

"None of this matters, let's get out of here quickly." He Jingyao said in a deep voice, helping him walk to the car.

However, at this time, another car drove down from the direction of the top of the mountain.

And it's a huge truck.

He Jingyao's pupils suddenly dilated.

***

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Zhixi came to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

However, when she walked to the kitchen door, she suddenly felt her heart throbbing.

She subconsciously covered her chest and frowned slightly, but soon, the inexplicable throbbing pain disappeared inexplicably.