Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 1362 - 1363: The Final Lifeline

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1363: The Final Lifeline

The river was shallow, flowing calmly inwards, but it was faintly perceptible that the deeper you went, the deeper the water became. The river was winding and long, dark and cold.

She followed the river for a while until the terrain became steep and slippery, with no path to be found.

Chiang Xiao stubbornly continued walking with difficulty for a while longer. It had become necessary to use her hands and feet, and to advance in the posture of a gecko. Looking ahead, the river channel was even wider and more tortuous, with mountain walls on both sides. There truly was no path to take.

Unless Tyrant Meng and his men swam across.

But looking forward like this, there was no end in sight. Who would be so foolish to swim?

Even if they could swim across, what kind of items could that private army be hiding that they would need to be constantly using the water route? Surely they didn’t have a ship here?

Chiang Xiao had no choice but to turn back.

Her heart was so anxious she wanted to scream out loud.

All along the way, there were clearly marks left by Meng Xinian, indicating that he truly had entered this place, but where was he, where was he, where was he!

Chiang Xiao even wanted to shout his name aloud.

She retreated back to the pile of dirt and rocks.

Besides this spot, she had already looked everywhere around. There were no abnormalities and no other exits.

Chiang Xiao looked somewhat blankly at that pile of dirt and rocks.

She walked over and grabbed a handful of dirt.

"Meng Xinian! Meng Xinian!"

She called out.

Chiang Xiao didn’t know that behind this pile of dirt and rocks, there was a heavy iron door, and beyond the door was a half-natural, half-manmade expanded secret room. Inside, there were crates of guns and ammunition, lots of weapon manufacturing materials, and many crates of antiques, many of which had obvious traces of Hua Country’s civilization.

On the ground behind the iron door of the secret room, lay three people—it was indeed Meng Xinian, Zhao Xin, and Dai Gang.

They were motionless, their faces sunken, eye sockets deeply recessed, and lips all cracked and dry, looking like three corpses.

And Meng Xinian’s hand had a wound on it which was positioned at Zhao Xin’s mouth, at which place there were dried traces of blood.

"Meng Xinian! Tyrant Meng!"

The voice was so faint it was as if it came from the edge of the sky.

But Meng Xinian’s eyelids suddenly twitched.

"Tyrant Meng! Brother Xinian! I know you’re here!"

Meng Xinian’s lips moved.

He thought he had made a sound, but in reality, not a whisper came out.

His throat was so dry that his vocal cords couldn’t make a sound, and he was too weak to produce any audible voice.

Chiang Xiao despondently sat down on a step in front of the dirt pile, not caring about the dirt, and leaned against the pile, feeling somewhat confused, powerless, and more terribly, hopeless.

He was supposed to be right here, she was supposed to be very close to him already, but yet she couldn’t find him no matter what.

What if he’s still holding on, what if this is the last bit of time he’s clinging to?

What if she missed this chance, if she was within an arm’s reach that could save him, yet missed the opportunity, would she be able to bear it?

Chiang Xiao’s eyes grew hot, and her nose ached.

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to burst into tears.

No, she couldn’t give up like this!

Chiang Xiao stood up again.

She had to start over from the beginning, from entering the cave to the point where she could not go any further inside.

And just as she stood up, Meng Xinian’s fingers moved, grabbing a small knife next to him and slowly stretching out his hand, the knife’s tip scraped across the surface of the next iron door.

The sound of metal engraving on metal, screeching, but very, very soft.