“Tingting wants to kill herself!” Wang Xiaoyun grabbed Lin Feng, shaking him vigorously. “What do we do? She didn’t even say where she is. Is there a bridge in Yushan called something something grave? It’s driving me crazy…”
“Princess Tomb!” Lin Feng, with his eyes closed, weakly provided a name. Seeing Wang Xiaoyun’s confusion, he pointed to his head, emphasizing, “Trust me once, she’s wandering near Princess Tomb Bridge!”
While hearing Zhu Tingting’s cries over the phone, Lin Feng had already risked using Niu Niu’s listening mode for remote monitoring and search. Thankfully, despite the severe drain on his mental energy, he successfully locked onto her location this time.
“How are you?”
“…Nothing… you go first, I’ll rest for a moment and then catch up!” With that, Lin Feng closed his eyes and sat in meditation to recuperate.
Although Wang Xiaoyun didn’t understand how Lin Feng knew so certainly, she trusted his words, knowing he had likely overused his powers and needed to recover. Without further ado, she grabbed a small bag and rushed out.
“Xiaoyun!” Lin Feng suddenly called out weakly from behind. “Put on your coat…” Wang Xiaoyun’s body suddenly stiffened, but she quickly realized that her current attire would surely attract the attention of some rogues if she rushed out onto the street like this. She hastily grabbed her usual green trench coat and, without a word, rushed out the door. “He’s thoughtful, oh, I’m going to die! Knowing that this lecher is at home, why did I dress so revealingly…” Lin Feng, who had just resumed his meditative breathing exercises with his eyes closed, could never have imagined that his casual, well-intentioned reminder would cause such a stir in Wang Xiaoyun’s heart. Wang Xiaoyun, usually calm like an ancient well, experienced emotions that day like a roller coaster, fluctuating and changing incessantly. Deep inside, she could no longer maintain her usual composure. Rushing out of the door was half to rescue her good friend, and half to escape a panic she couldn’t quite explain.
…Mr. Wang and Lin Feng’s mother had set the dinner table in the living room and were about to call the two inside to eat. They saw Wang Xiaoyun rush out of the room in a hurry, leaving only the words, “Grandpa, I have an urgent matter, don’t wait for me,” and before they could react, she was gone in a flash. Both were clueless about what had happened and hurriedly checked inside the room, only to find Lin Feng sitting in meditation like an old monk. Lin Feng’s mother, unaware of the cause, thought they had quarreled and anxiously tried to wake Lin Feng, but fortunately, Mr. Wang stopped her. After waiting anxiously for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lin Feng finally opened his eyes. However, seeing the two elders standing before him, he didn’t say much, just asked his mother to wait at Mr. Wang’s place, then dashed out of the door like the wind, disappearing in an instant. “Lin Lin, where are you going!” Lin Feng’s mother cried out in surprise, and it was thanks to Mr. Wang beside her that she didn’t go frantic.
With his swift wind technique at full power, Lin Feng moved like a high-speed train, reaching the Princess Tomb Bridge in moments. Fortunately, it was nearly evening, and although the streetlights had just come on, the sudden figure speeding past was mistaken for debris stirred up by a car by passersby. No one would have thought that on the busy road, there was such a superhuman figure dashing by like a bolt of lightning. On his way, he truly seemed like a gust of wind, and by the time he reached his destination, his clothes were torn in numerous places, and his hair stood on end, reminiscent of the Thunder God.
Due to someone attempting suicide by climbing the bridge, traffic had already come to a standstill, with crowds of onlookers surrounding the area, creating a human wall. The traffic jam extended for about four to five miles. Lin Feng couldn’t use his swift wind technique further and had to slow down. He activated his listening mode, nervously observing the scene. From afar, he saw Wang Xiaoyun’s figure. She was at the bottom of the bridge, shouting something, seemingly about to climb up. Zhu Tingting, dressed in red, had already climbed onto the iron cables at the top of the bridge tower, very conspicuous. She clung tightly to the steel cable, trembling in the wind, looking like she might fall at any moment. Below the bridge, the Yu Creek was nearly dry; falling into it would be disastrous, likely resulting in severe injury or worse, even if she survived.
“What’s there to be so desperate about, a beautiful girl like you, why climb the bridge to commit suicide?” Wang Xiaoyun’s voice faintly carried over the wind, mixed with Zhu Tingting’s sobs. Suddenly, the red figure on the bridge plummeted, eliciting gasps from the crowd below—it was Zhu Tingting whose foot had slipped, half her body hanging in the air. In her struggle, she clung desperately to the nearby iron frame, narrowly avoiding an immediate fall.
“Hang on!” Wang Xiaoyun shouted, climbing up the steel frame, and with a leap, she was on the nearly two-meter-high bridge’s iron cable barrier. The barrier had an inward-curving section designed to prevent people like Zhu Tingting from climbing over for suicide, but how Zhu Tingting managed to get up there was a mystery. And Wang Xiaoyun’s actions were even more dramatic; after climbing onto the barrier, she flipped over it like a gymnast on a high bar, standing atop it with ease. Then, using both hands and feet, she moved like a nimble monkey, quickly ascending four to five meters.
“Wow! Sailor Moon!” “Oh my, how did she climb up that high? She’s faster than a monkey, is she even human? Eye-opener, what an eye-opener!” “That’s amazing! That’s incredible! Beauty, I love you—” The crowd below was astounded by Wang Xiaoyun’s agility, especially since she was a girl. The exclamations grew louder, mixed with some inappropriate catcalls and whistles that were soon drowned out by waves of cheers. Despite wearing her light green coat, Wang Xiaoyun’s slender legs shone through, captivating everyone. Her actions had momentarily shifted all attention from the endangered Zhu Tingting to her own movements. The onlookers’ hearts rose and fell with each of Wang Xiaoyun’s movements, their anxiety palpable.
