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Chuchan made a quick decision in this extremely tense moment. He swiftly shot out vines from his hand, preparing to descend from the lamppost to the ground and delve deep under the collapsing house to find Mud. At this moment, Chuchan was filled with worry and extreme anxiety about Mud's safety. He knew that every second could affect Mud's life, leaving him no room for hesitation.
Before carrying out this decision, Chuchan involuntarily glanced at the battle between Vivian and Jack. He noticed that although the two were still fighting, Vivian had obvious knife wounds and bloodstains, indicating that she was gradually falling behind. This scene made Chuchan tense up, as he was well aware of Vivian's importance and also realized that if Vivian fell, the situation of The Curse of the Wild would become extremely dangerous.
However, Mud's safety was also at stake, putting Chuchan in a dilemma. He struggled in his heart, torn between continuing to rescue Mud or turning back to help the disadvantaged Vivian. In this brief hesitation, Chuchan's heart was filled with struggle and pain. He knew deeply that no matter which side he chose, it meant abandoning the other.
In the end, Chuchan decided to take the bull by the horns and at least ensure Mud's safety. He took a deep breath and, using the power of the vines, quickly descended to the ground, ready to explore the depths of the rubble. At that moment, Chuchan was filled with a firm determination, resolved to do his utmost to save his companion no matter what difficulties he faced.
Chuchan was moving rapidly on the rubble, his hands seemed to have a kind of intuition, quickly turning over the fragments and broken beams, trying to find the buried Mud. The surrounding Steel Bone Wild Dogs seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, they surrounded the rubble, emitting low and threatening growls, but they did not immediately launch an attack, instead they watched Chuchan's every move with a vigilant eye.
Chuchan shouted anxiously, "Mud? Mud? Are you still there?" His voice echoed in the rubble, seemingly making the surrounding air heavier with each call. Just when he was almost desperate, a faint but angry voice came from below, undoubtedly Mud's voice, full of resistance and cursing: "Damn it! Chuchan, go help Sis! What's the situation now?"
Mud's voice was like a lifeline, causing Chuchan's heart to skip a beat, but also giving him a sense of reassurance. Chuchan replied, " Mud, are you okay? Things aren't looking good on Sis's end, she's currently battling Jack and seems to be at a disadvantage." His tone was urgent, with a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he had already made the next decision.
"Damn it, what are you waiting for then? Go help her! I'll find a way to get out on my own over here." Mud's voice, though weak, carried an undeniable sense of determination and strength. His words were like a spur, instantly awakening Chuchan to what he needed to do next.
Chuchan's brow furrowed, his worry and anxiety overflowing in his voice: "No, this won't do! You... you're completely buried now, how are we going to handle this?" His eyes scanned the surroundings, assessing the situation, concerned about whether Mud could really save himself.
Mud's voice came weak but resolute from below, despite being buried under rubble, there was a hint of defiance in his tone: "Damn it, can I make mud? I'll stay here, you guys defeat that bastard, then come rescue me! Maybe I can get out on my own!" His voice carried an unbelievable determination and optimism, as if even in such a desperate situation, he still maintained the spirit of a fighter.
Chuchan heard Mud's words, and the worry on his face slightly eased, but his heart was still filled with unease. He knew Mud had amazing self-rescue abilities, but in this situation, anything could happen. However, Mud's determination and courage also gave Chuchan a bit of strength, making him understand that the most important thing now was to resolve the crisis at hand.
"Alright, you hold on!" Chuchan took a deep breath and encouraged, then he turned and hurried towards the battlefield where Vivian was, silently praying in his heart, hoping that they could defeat the enemy in time and then come back to rescue Mud. In this chaotic battle of the apocalypse, every second was a test of survival, and their steadfast faith and unyielding will were their greatest weapons.
Mud lay under the rubble, faintly hearing Chuchan's footsteps gradually fading away through the Soil Shield he maintained. In his heart, he felt a hint of despair, but also understood that Chuchan's choice at this moment was correct and necessary. The silence around him made his heartbeat sound unusually loud, each beat reminding him of his current predicament.
His clothes had been soaked with sweat, and his body felt extremely exhausted, as if every last drop of moisture had been squeezed out of him. On the surface of this post-nuclear war radiation-contaminated world, his ability was not only his lifeline, but also a burden that continued to drain his strength. Maintaining the Soil Shield to protect himself from external dangers, the continuous use of this superpower left him feeling unprecedented fatigue and emptiness.
Even so, Mud's will remains firm. He knows he cannot give up. In this wasteland, every minute of survival is a struggle against fate. He takes a deep breath, trying to dispel the emptiness within him, silently planning how to use the smallest amount of energy to maintain the spark of life, waiting for rescue to arrive, or for a chance to save himself.
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