Vivian said, "We can discuss the details of the trade later. Right now, I need you to help me save Mud." Jack looked at Vivian with a hint of unease, feeling doubtful. The sudden change from mortal enemies to this request was too abrupt. Moreover, Vivian's words were so vague that Jack dared not easily agree.
Jack furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting between Vivian and the unconscious Chuchan, then towards the pile of rubble where Mud might still be trapped. Vivian's proposal undoubtedly put him in an extremely delicate position - on one hand, he yearned for information about Paradise Town, which was more important to him than any valuable resource; on the other hand, he was aware that the current alliance was built on an extremely fragile and unstable foundation.
Vivian noticed Jack's hesitation and knew that her proposal was a huge risk for him. After all, going from being adversaries to suddenly being asked to cooperate would naturally cause anyone to feel doubtful and uneasy. She sighed softly, her eyes revealing a hint of sincerity.
"I understand your concerns, Jack," Vivian softened her voice, trying to reassure him, "but you've also seen that this battle has no winner. Our conflict only brings more destruction and loss, with nothing gained. Mud, he... he was also forced into this. I promise that after you help me rescue him, I will personally explain everything to you in detail, including the information we can provide about Paradise Town."
"Are you sure Mud is still alive?" Jack finally spoke, his voice carrying a subtle but unmistakable concern. He knew that in this post- wasteland, life and death were often just a hair's breadth apart. If Mud had no chance of survival, then this so-called rescue mission would be in vain.
Vivian took a deep breath and responded firmly, "I believe he's still alive. Mud is a stubborn guy, he won't be easily crushed." Her tone revealed her trust in Mud and her expectations for this collaboration.
Jack looked into Vivian's eyes, trying to find any possible deception or concealment. But in the end, all he saw was determination and urgency. Perhaps, this collaboration could really bring him the information he needed, or perhaps, it was a gamble about trust and risk.
"Alright, I'll help you," Jack finally agreed, but he still had his guard up. "But I want to discuss the details of the deal clearly after everything is over. If you have any concealment, our cooperation will end immediately."
Vivian nodded and accepted the condition. She knew that this was the best promise she could give. She turned around, looked at the seemingly devastated pile of rubble, and made a silent determination in her heart that no matter what, she would bring Mud back from the brink of death.
As Vivian and Jack stood in front of the half-destroyed house, the scene before their eyes was heart-wrenching. The originally supposed second and third floors, as if thrown by a giant, had slid down to the first floor, turning into a pile of rubble and dust. The air around was filled with dust and silence, as if even time had frozen at this moment.
Vivian stepped onto the pile of rubble, every step cautious, afraid of disturbing some remnants that should not be touched. She stood still, took a deep breath, and then shouted with all her might, "Is Mud still alive? Mud?"
Her voice echoed among the dilapidated walls, as if every word carried endless anxiety and anticipation. However, the only response she received was more silence and a dead stillness. There seemed to be no sign of life around, only the gentle breeze brushing over the rubble, making a faint rustling sound.
Vivian couldn't bear it and raised her voice again, almost shouting, "Mud? Mud?" Her voice was filled with worry and unease, perhaps hoping to find Mud, or perhaps fearing the worst. Jack stood by, also gazing at the rubble, feeling infected by Vivian's anxiety, silently hoping for a miracle.
In the midst of this devastated rubble, Vivian and Jack's actions have become a symbol of hope. Vivian, facing this chaotic pile of stones, shows no hesitation. Her gaze is firm, and every effort she puts into digging seems to defy the despair of the disaster. Her arm muscles tense, and with each dig, one can feel the weight of her determination. The rubble and debris are moved aside by her hands, and each stone she clears seems to be a declaration of her unyielding spirit.
Meanwhile, Jack demonstrates his extraordinary ability. He closes his eyes and concentrates on sensing every stone around him. His telekinetic power acts like invisible hands, lifting the heavy rubble and carefully placing it aside. This method of handling is both mysterious and efficient. Whenever his telekinesis is applied to a stone, it seems to lose its weight and moves lightly to the designated location. This not only lightens Vivian's burden but also brings a glimmer of hope to the rescue efforts.
And around them, those loyal dogs also joined the search and rescue team. Ah Mao and its companions used their keen sense of smell and strong forelimbs to search through the rubble. Sometimes they gently sniffed with their noses, sometimes they dug with their forelimbs, every movement filled with hope and perseverance. Their bodies, usually used for jumping and chasing, had now become rescue warriors. In this race against time, every minute and every second was crucial, and every dig they made could be the key to saving a life.
As time passed, the rubble was filled with the scent of effort and sweat. Every action, every call, was a desire for life and a persistence of hope. In this moment, whether human or animal, everyone was proving the value and meaning of life in their own way.
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