"What?"
Although Shen Lang was burly and not light, this was in the water, and Shi Wuxie's strength was not weak.
Therefore, Shi Wuxie was confident that she could easily pull Shen Lang out of the water.
However, Shi Wuxie never expected that the moment she touched Shen Lang, he would have a trauma response and hold her tightly.
Looking at Shen Lang, who was crying uncontrollably, Shi Wuxie was surprised. What kind of terrible memory had this guy gone through to become like this?
However, Shi Wuxie knew she couldn't drag this out any longer.
No matter how good Shi Wuxie's swimming was or how long she could hold her breath, if Shen Lang held her so tightly, she would soon drown. Then, not only could she not save Shen Lang, but she might even drown herself.
"Shen Lang, let go of me."
Shi Wuxie tried to use words to awaken Shen Lang's reason, to make him let go of her, and then save him.
But as soon as she spoke, Shi Wuxie knew how absurd her idea was.
Although Shen Lang was talking and crying, his eyes were tightly closed. Clearly, he was unconscious, and these were all his unconscious reactions.
Perhaps when he woke up, Shen Lang wouldn't even know what happened.
"This guy..."
Since she couldn't wake Shen Lang with words, Shi Wuxie didn't stand on ceremony and forcefully pushed Shen Lang away.
However, Shi Wuxie soon felt despair.
Because Shen Lang's arms were like two iron clamps, locking her waist tightly, making it impossible for her to budge him no matter how hard she tried.
"Mom, don't abandon Xiao Qi. It's so dark. Xiao Qi is so scared. Water, water, it's all water."
At this moment, Shen Lang's voice sounded again, crying more and more sadly.
Shi Wuxie had never seen Shen Lang like this. For a moment, her primal maternal instincts made her sympathize with Shen Lang.
But Shi Wuxie hadn't sympathized for long before she realized she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She subconsciously opened her mouth, and a large mouthful of water poured in.
After drinking the water, Shi Wuxie felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.
What made Shi Wuxie feel terrified was that she had lost her breath and could no longer hold it.
Shi Wuxie wanted to save Shen Lang immediately, but she couldn't move him at all. Shen Lang's weight was twice hers, and in the water, it became four times hers.
After drinking the water and losing her breath, Shi Wuxie's strength had weakened considerably, making her even less able to push Shen Lang away.
Soon, Shi Wuxie slowly sank into the pool with Shen Lang. She flailed her hands, but it was useless. Shen Lang's grip was too tight.
"This kid..."
Shi Wuxie never expected that she had brought Shen Lang to save her sister, but before they even reached Tang Family Fort, Shen Lang drowned and dragged her down with him.
"Mom... where are you... Xiao Qi is really scared, so scared... Save me... Quick, save me."
As Shi Wuxie lamented that everything was fate and prepared to accept death, Shen Lang shouted again. Then, his tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His dark pupils turned blood red, and he flew out of the pool with Shi Wuxie in his arms.
"Shen Lang..."
Shi Wuxie was on the verge of losing consciousness from drowning. After Shen Lang carried her out of the pool, she surprisingly regained most of her consciousness and shouted in shock at Shen Lang.
Shi Wuxie never expected that at the brink of death, Shen Lang would suddenly erupt with a terrifying will to survive, instinctively carrying her and leaping out of the pool.
What kind of monster was this guy?
"What happened to me just now?"
While Shi Wuxie was in shock, the red in Shen Lang's eyes gradually faded back to black. His consciousness returned. He looked at Shi Wuxie in his arms, his eyes filled with shock, and said.
"You were drowning. I went to save you, and you almost dragged me into the water to drown together."
Shi Wuxie was held tightly by Shen Lang's arms, their bodies pressed close together, but she didn't notice. Her concern was Shen Lang's reaction just now.
Shi Wuxie looked at Shen Lang and asked curiously, "When you were drowning just now, you kept crying for your mother not to abandon you, saying Xiao Qi was afraid of water. Shen Lang, is Xiao Qi you?"
"Did I call for my mother?"
Shen Lang was shocked upon hearing this and said, "When I dived down, my legs suddenly cramped, and then I sank and swallowed water, sinking to the bottom of the pool, and lost consciousness."
"However, when I was unconscious, I seemed to dream of a river. There were many plane wrecks in the river, and hundreds of men and women were struggling in the water, desperately struggling. A little boy was crying frantically, shouting, 'Mom, I'm scared.'"
Shen Lang sighed, "Seeing him cry so sadly and despairingly, I stepped forward and hugged him, intending to save him. But as soon as I hugged him, he held onto me tightly and pulled me down with him."
As he spoke, Shen Lang gasped for air, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face turned pale and weak.
"I felt like I was drowning. Finally, I erupted with a strong will to survive, and carried him out of the riverbed, and then I woke up."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Shi Wuxie frowned and snorted, "In your dream, the little boy you were calling for pulled you to the bottom of the river, but in reality, you held me so tightly that I almost sank to the bottom of the pool and drowned."
"Shen Lang, tell me, is there a possibility that the little boy you were calling for in your dream was actually yourself?"
"Impossible..."
Shen Lang said with some uncertainty, "I've never been afraid of water. I shouldn't have any post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm sure I've never drowned before."
"But I can't explain why I saw hundreds of people struggling in the river so vividly, and that little boy felt both strange and familiar."
As he spoke, Shen Lang looked down at the crimson dragon totem faintly visible on his chest, and then thought of what Song Shadao had said, that his sister's child had fallen into a river due to a plane crash and his whereabouts were unknown.
The crimson dragon totem, plane wreckage, river, struggling men and women, and a little boy, Shen Lang felt that if these clues were pieced together, it would be what Song Shadao said: he was the son of Song Shadao's sister and Shen Tianjun, and Song Shadao's nephew.
"This is unlikely..."
Shen Lang said lightly. Since he could remember, he had no memory of his parents. He had always thought he was an orphan abandoned by his parents who had congenital diseases, considered a burden.
If what Song Shadao said was true, then he was the son of the great powerhouse Shen Tianjun, which would make him a young master at the very least.
Thinking of this, Shen Lang shook his head and didn't continue to ponder.
Because if all of this were true, it could only be described as overly dramatic and sensational.