"You should find her first," Garfield said.
Luo Binhan heard its suggestion. He stared at his right foot with bloodshot eyes. Shoes and socks had been lost, either during his climb or when Garfield threw him up from the river.
"I should have found the shoes first," he said through gritted teeth.
He did look hard for a moment, but it was obviously hopeless. So he had no choice but to sit back on the body and pluck his hair while suffering from a splitting headache.
"How did you do it?" he asked Garfield listlessly, "throw me so high from the ground?"
"I know how to change the elasticity of my body," Garfield replied.
It only said this, and Luo Binhan understood. He began to understand why he woke up in the middle of a devastating battle between gods, half of his body submerged in water, and tied with a dozen green rubber bands - rubber bands, or so he thought at the time. These strong tendons connected the remaining column roots on both sides one by one, forming a simple but strong net, dragging him upstream. The tendons were stretched tightly, pointing toward the sky like a slingshot.
Luo Binhan hadn't woken up yet. He was troubled by a long nightmare and had no idea what was happening before his eyes. When a sharp pain in his head woke him up, he stared straight at the chaotic and violent world, as if he had fallen into a muddy puddle while sleeping. Even the fragments of the mountain were flying in the wind, and he didn't know how he could stay on the ground.
He was shocked by what he witnessed. At this time, Garfield in his mind made a long sound that sounded like a sigh.
"You're awake," Garfield said slowly.
"What the hell is this?" Luo Binhan asked. He didn't know whether he wanted to ask about the terrifying giant figure on the river or the weird green tendons on his body.
"This is me, one of me." Garfield said, "And that is her father, or a relative... I guess so. Certain signs support my guess: wandering aliens like her are rare, I think she must have some family problems. If she created the most dangerous enemy in her imagination, the deepest evil, it doesn't seem like someone who has nothing to do with her. However, I have a very different opinion about the current situation. Optimistic opinion. If we want to get through safely and not be stuck here forever, maybe she needs a little help. Is your dagger any good? I think since she wants it, it should be something useful. thing."
Its words did not completely fail to answer Luo Binhan's question. If the cannibal had given him some more time to chew the cud, he felt that this matter might be within the scope of his understanding. However, when the storm raging on the river suddenly solidified, Garfield hurriedly said to him: "Now is the time. I have calculated the correct angle and force."
"What did you calculate?" Luo Binhan said. Then with a buzz, he took off from the river.
The net of green veined ropes ejected him, like a slingshot that shot gravel to the treetops. It was so skillful that people were amazed. This pebble ushered in the first independent flight in his life while screaming wildly, and rushed towards the bleak and melancholy clouds. Luo Binhan felt the strong wind hit his cheek, as if invisible fate was slapping him in the face. He flew past a black shadow hovering in the air during this unreasonable beating. Is that a bird? Is that a plane? All in all that's not his Superman. He was not saved, but passed by in a daze. The soaring momentum reached its end after a few seconds, and he felt his body begin to be pulled downward by the air.
He wanted to close his eyes in fear, but his eyelids did not obey his orders. They were stuck firmly in place, forcing him to stare diagonally below where he had fallen. But it was not void, but a large piece of golden velvet land. At that moment, Luo Binhan could only judge like this. His limited vision had no idea where he was.
"Attack the red mark," Garfield said.
Red mark. Luo Binhan's eyes widened. Sure enough, a red spot appeared in his sight. The red spots reflected on his retinas also fell on the golden velvet ground. He had only two choices at that point: do nothing, or obey the sub-perfect creature now inhabiting his head.
He smoothly pulled out the dagger, finished the incantation before landing, and then plunged it into the red spot. The blue field of fire surrounded him in the blink of an eye, making him unable to see anything. Suddenly, he felt that the velvet beneath his feet completely disappeared, and he fell involuntarily until he hit an endless piece of bright red fabric. Amidst the turbulence in his guts, he understood one thing: it might indeed be unwise to follow the orders of a cannibal.
That turmoil could undoubtedly kill an ordinary person. When Luo Binhan climbed onto the body of the headless giant and realized what kind of aberration he had attacked, he sat down exhausted, wondering who should be responsible for all the mistakes and disasters in this world, and whose father should pay for it. Money pays the bill.
"I'm not sure the name you just called has anything to do with this." Garfield commented after he calmed down.
"What do you know?" Luo Binhan said angrily. He began to suffer from the bruises and scrapes on his feet, and he considered whether he could use the fragments of the red robe underneath him as foot wraps. At this time Garfield said: "We have to find her, otherwise it will be difficult to leave here."
"Where is she?" Luo Binhan asked angrily.
"I think she's still alive and just underwater."
Luo Binhan finally gave up on his idea of a foot-binding cloth and walked to the corpse's shoulder with one bare foot. He stood there and looked down, and saw the giant's body floating like a floating island on the misty river, slowly moving forward with the waves. This huge body did not sink to the bottom, which made Luo Binhan feel aggrieved because he could not swim while walking in the river.
"There is no sin between the dead and memories." Garfield said solemnly. Luo Binhan ignored it and continued to look down. He didn't know if he really wanted Asabam to be alive. The long nightmare and slingshot flight had completely confused his mind. Some fragments of thoughts swirled in his head like rising sand, and he had no choice but to suppress them. That doesn't matter - in fact it doesn't matter what happened, future consequences are trapped in the present, not the past.
He plucked his messy and knotted hair irritably, no longer staring at the foggy river below that made him dizzy and nauseous. There was no sign of life there, and he couldn't help but think of what Garfield had just said.
"Did she not float over?" he said. "Did she sink to the bottom?"
"Not impossible," Garfield agreed. After a while it added: "She may be down there, hanging at the bottom of this great relic. She is more in a hurry than we are."
"What position do we have to save her?" Luo Binhan said. Although he asked this question, he knew in his heart that he had no choice. If they could leave Asabam alone, he would probably have no head by now.
"That's a weird question," Garfield said. "It makes me think you're asking about something deeper."
"Fart." Luo Binhan said. He steeled himself and slowly climbed down along the shoulders of the giant's corpse. When he got closer to the surface of the Fog River, he could finally see a little bit of what was going on underwater. He pulled the giant's clothes with his hands and hung himself sideways in the air, trying to find any black thing that looked like a man or a stick. Garfield assists him in a way that he doesn't understand, telling him that there is no Assabamu at the bottom of the floating corpse island. This kind of reconnaissance ability that cannot be achieved by sight made Luo Binhan very suspicious, but it cunningly avoided all questioning.
"That means we have to go back a little ways," Garfield said.
Luo Binhan tentatively agreed. They were unable to change the direction of the huge floating corpse island, and Garfield did not approve of him walking in deep water for a long time. So in the end, Luo Binhan used a dagger to cut off a large piece of flesh and half of the corpse's nails, and threw it into the river mist. Sure enough, the piece of dead flesh floated, and he jumped onto its surface, feeling like he was riding an extremely primitive kayak. He used the dead man's nails as oars and sailed against the current in the river mist.
