The position where King Tang and Tang Xiaoquan were was about 2 meters from the woman, with nothing available in between for climbing, and relying solely on leg jumps, Tang Xiaoquan did not believe they could overcome this obstacle.
After all, this was not flat ground, and they were not professionally trained individuals, so not to mention whether they had the ability to overcome the fear of tens of meters high, the inability to run and the obstruction of the balcony railing were enough to make them fall and get injured or even directly plummet to their deaths.
A bridge must be built between the two balconies, but what could achieve this right now?
With eyes fixed on the edge of the balcony, Tang Xiaoquan’s brows furrowed tightly. He knew the time left for him to think was running out, because the door resisting zombies, their lifeline, was already damaged and on the brink of collapse. It wouldn’t be long before those excited beasts broke through. And by then...
As if thinking of some terrifying scene, Tang Xiaoquan’s face turned ashen in an instant. It looked like a layer of white frost had been applied. Seeing this situation, Wang Qiang hastily asked, "Hey, Quan, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"
Feeling some warmth coming from his shoulder, Tang Xiaoquan gradually snapped out of the grisly scene of a woman being gutted and zombies surrounding the building.
He shook his dizzy head vigorously, forcing a difficult smile, then faintly said, "I’m fine," before diving back into his thoughts.
Undoubtedly, finding an item with the so-called "bridge" functionality required meeting two conditions.
First, the item needed to be long enough, at least matching the distance between the balconies.
Second, it needed to bear sufficient weight, at least capable of supporting an adult woman’s weight.
And items that met these two standards were not plentiful in this rental house, so Tang Xiaoquan quickly followed the vine to the melon, eliminating options rapidly until a workman’s miracle tool floated into his mind.
Got it! Restraining the slight excitement in his heart, Tang Xiaoquan did not dare waste a moment. After quickly advising Wang Qiang to stabilize the woman’s emotions, he dashed into the bedroom and began rummaging.
"Clatter, tear~" Hearing the sounds of falling objects and tearing cloth inside the room, Wang Qiang’s forehead popped with question marks. He had no idea what his friend was up to, but he believed the latter had his reasons.
A moment later, when Tang Xiaoquan appeared on the balcony, panting heavily, he was already drenched in sweat, looking like a watery man.
"Quick, Qiang, help me get this thing to the balcony!" Reaching back to pull out a dark green folding bed, Tang Xiaoquan laboriously pushed it in front of Wang Qiang, then leaned against the wall, trembling with instructions.
Looking at the folding bed on the ground wrapped with some cloth strips, Wang Qiang’s brows furrowed. Apparently, he was puzzled by the cloth on the bed, but he said nothing more and instead followed Tang Xiaoquan’s instructions, opening the folding bed and placing it between the two balconies.
"Alright, Qiang, isn’t this folding bed a bit short?"
Silently nodding, Wang Qiang’s concerns mirrored his previous considerations. The folding bed’s length was enough to rest on the edge of the balcony railing. In other words, if someone passed over it, with any carelessness, a tragic scene of falling to their death could occur.
Although Tang Xiaoquan didn’t care about the woman’s life or death on the other side, he clearly couldn’t accept using such despicable means to harm her. So...
"Hey!" Not knowing the woman’s name, Tang Xiaoquan could only shout to get her attention, then quickly continued, "Listen, I need you to tie the cloth at the head of the bed to the railing ." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI-Fire.ɴet
While speaking, Tang Xiaoquan demonstrated on his side, sternly advising, "Remember, for each loop you pull, you must tighten it and then tie a dead knot ."
This seemingly simple operation posed a great challenge to the woman in her frightful state.
Tang Xiaoquan could clearly see how her hands, shaking, struggled with tying the cloth, especially during the knotting stage, which made him question if she’d pull it off.
Fortunately, efforts weren’t wasted as the woman managed to complete what Tang Xiaoquan had instructed, albeit in a jittery state. As for whether it could withstand securely, that would depend on her own luck.
"Alright, I’ve tied it, come over quickly!" The woman anxiously waved her slender arms, clearly flustered.
Tang Xiaoquan merely shook his head, calmly responding, "We won’t be coming over, if you want to live, crawl over by yourself!"
"What?" Tang Xiaoquan’s cold words seemed like thunder, heavily striking the woman’s forehead. She immediately repeated, uncertainly, "You, you want me to crawl over?"
"Yes." Without any expression, Tang Xiaoquan nodded indifferently, "You should hurry now, while the zombies haven’t broken through the wooden door yet, or later you might not get the chance to come over."
Glancing at the chilling corpse claws behind her, then at the tens of meters to the ground, the woman hesitated in place, simply crying to herself.
Seeing her hesitating and retreating actions, Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t help but frown slightly. Frankly, he felt he had done his utmost, and if not worried about the woman’s madness dragging them down, he might have pulled Wang Qiang and left. But now...
"Listen, I know you’re very scared, but you need to think clearly, whether you’re staying there waiting to die, or struggling to climb over and survive!"
"Yes, miss, it’s just over 2 meters to us, with us supporting on this side, don’t be afraid!" Wang Qiang timely interjected, and his encouragement was noticeably softer than Tang Xiaoquan’s.
Perhaps Wang Qiang’s encouragement worked, or perhaps the woman weighed the life-and-death stakes, as her long idle form finally started showing signs of struggle, then after some rough panting, she stumbled awkwardly onto the "bridge" made by the folding bed...