A search and rescue worker saw the scene and said in a trembling voice: "Oh my God, how lucky are you? God is helping you!"
The driver's legs were still holding the cotton, and Nuonuo said: "If it hadn't been for a child holding the car up just now, I'm afraid the car would have been pushed off the cliff."
"A young man is using his body to push against a car. Are you scared to death, or is God showing up?" A middle-aged man said in surprise.
Some other search and rescue personnel also found it unbelievable. This was beyond human control and was a complete fantasy or a Thousand and One Nights.
An Xiaojing just squatted on the ground and cried. It was true that Wang Gensheng saved people. Sadly, no one believed it yet.
Someone is starting to clear the stones and soil where the car was buried, and consolidation and earthwork are also being carried out on the cliff edge.
A person suddenly shouted: "Everyone, come and look, there is blood here."
Now we can't help but make people suspicious. This side of the car is just the back, and there won't be any impact at all. How can there be blood stains?
When I looked more closely, I discovered two deep pits of similar shapes and sizes, just enough for two feet to rest on.
There were obvious blood stains on the grass nearby. It was obvious that someone had been standing here.
The most unbelievable thing is that since the car body has a large dent, it actually looks like a person.
School buses are special vehicles. All steel materials are the strongest, including the vehicle body and roof, which can withstand strong impact forces.
In other words, someone actually used his body to block the school bus before, thus saving a whole group of people from being killed.
Some shook their heads, some sighed.
Such behavior requires a lot of strong willpower to complete, which has greatly exceeded the limit of human endurance.
It took a while for the leader to come to his senses and said in a choked voice: "Where are the people? Where are the people holding up the car?"
The driver looked at the cliff, tears welling up again: "I was hit by the last wave of impact and hit the bottom of the cliff."
"What, fell down?"
"No, we must find him back. We can't let good people feel cold."
"Have you brought a rope? Hurry up and search. No matter whether you are dead or alive, you must let the hero go home."
A search and rescue worker stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down. At just one glance, he felt dizzy. It was too high and there were so many trees and weeds that he couldn't see to the bottom.
An Xiaojing thought that Wang Gensheng might be hopeless, and her tears just kept flowing.
An older search and rescue worker walked to the edge of the cliff, leaned over and looked down.
He saw a small tree on the cliff swaying. When he looked carefully, he saw a man hanging on the tree trunk with one hand.
"There is someone, there is someone below, hurry up and get the rope." The search and rescue personnel screamed, but they were more surprised.
Someone immediately brought a rope and threw it down.
Who knows, the king on the tree did not move, and was indifferent to the rope.
One junior student said loudly: "Tie me up with a rope and let me go down and take a look."
Everyone hurriedly tied up the young man with a rope and slowly let him down.
Soon, the young man reached Wang Gensheng with the help of the rope.
When he saw Wang Gensheng, he closed his eyes tightly, as if he had lost consciousness or was in a state of suspended animation.
Even in such a situation, he still clung to the tree trunk tightly. The blood seemed to have solidified long ago, and Wang Gensheng's face could not be seen clearly.
"Hey, how's the situation?" An urgent voice came from behind.
"He seems to be unconscious. I'll tie a rope around his body and you guys can pull him up." The young man raised his head and shouted.
Hou Sheng was just about to move to Wang Gensheng and tie the rope around his body.
Unexpectedly, Wang Gensheng grabbed his wrist: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
The young man felt a sharp pain. If it weren't for the rope on his body, he would have to fall down: "Wang Gensheng, I came down to help you get up..."
"Haha, do you know my name?" Wang Gensheng sneered. The more he was in such a situation, the stronger his sense of precaution would be.
"The young lady above told you your name, Wang Gensheng, please let go of your hand, my hand is almost broken." The young man said with a sad face.
Little sister, An Xiaojing?
Wang Gensheng regained consciousness quickly and whispered: "I'm not that fragile yet, give me the rope."
The young man was so shocked that he was stunned for a moment. If it were someone else who was hanging on the tree trunk as if sleeping just now, he would have fallen off the cliff.
"Why are you so stunned? Give me the rope." Wang Gensheng urged.
The young man hurriedly handed the rope to Wang Gensheng. He felt that Wang Gensheng could not tie the rope well with one hand.
In fact, he thought wrong again.
Wang Gensheng wiped the blood on his face from his sleeve, took the rope, and pulled it up with one hand.
Then the hand holding on to the tree trunk quickly loosened its grip and grabbed the rope.
When I went, I thought Wang Gensheng would use the people above to pull him up.
Taking over Wang Gensheng was like swinging on a swing, grabbing the rope with both hands and switching positions, stepping on the cliff with both feet, and climbing up as if walking on flat ground.
It's so evil. How does this look like a hurt person?
The young man looked confused, thinking that an injured person could move so quickly. If he gave up again, he would be laughed at.
So, he also followed Wang Gensheng's example, put some saliva on his hands, and climbed up.
He looked at Wang Gensheng, who was as light as a swallow, so comfortable, but when he came here, it was extremely difficult.
Suddenly his feet slipped and his whole body hung in the air.
"Mom, pull me up quickly." The young man was so frightened that he screamed and even started to sweat.
Wang Gensheng grabbed the rope and quickly climbed up without relying on the help of the people above.
As soon as he reached the top, Wang Gensheng seemed to be deflated and sat down on the ground, leaning against a car tire.
"Wang Gensheng, how are you? Do you want to scare me to death?" An Xiaojing asked crying.
"Sister Xiaojing, I have nothing to do. I originally wanted to report to the Hall of the King of Hell, but the King of Hell thought I was too naughty and asked me to come back." Wang Gensheng smiled faintly.
Others were simply frightened. Is this still a human being? Isn’t it too powerful?
The key thing is that the head was injured, and it turned out to be even more agile than that later move.
I really doubt that the blood on his body is not blood, but some kind of special paint.
"Wang Gensheng, do you still have the heart to joke?" An Xiaojing complained softly, tears still flowing.
People here don't know that Wang Gensheng has powerful self-healing ability, so they all think that his injury is serious.
"I'm really fine. I guess some people are fine." Wang Gensheng smiled coldly.