The mountain terrain was steep, and Ye Zheng and Huangfu Miaomiao needed time to reach the other end of the Tunnel. Li Qing had already entered the Tunnel ahead of them to search for Feng Ling.
Sang Yin was thrilled and carried her camera into the Tunnel as well.
Douzi refused to enter no matter what, worried that a second Collapse would bury him alive inside.
Inside the pitch-black Tunnel, Sang Yin's flashlight illuminated the charred Collapse ahead. Thinking what precious on-site material this was, she immediately snapped several pictures.
Unfortunately, there was no signal inside the Tunnel. Otherwise, she could have started a livestream.
"Such a serious explosion... could Feng Ling have already died..." Sang Yin swept her camera around the surroundings, her heart heavy.
At the same time, she felt immensely fortunate that coming to Jingnan City had been the right decision.
She had failed to record Feng Ling's splendor while she was alive, but at least she could capture the grandeur of Feng Ling's sacrifice.
For a moment, Sang Yin's emotions surged, and she had already begun drafting a eulogy in her mind.
"She's not dead. I can hear breathing." Li Qing carefully approached the rubble-filled Collapse. Broken Rebar lay across his path. He bent down and reached into a narrow gap, trying to call out, "Feng Ling, Feng Ling, can you hear me?"
"Huff..."
The breathing grew louder.
In the silent Tunnel, the breathing echoed hollowly, making goosebumps rise on anyone who heard it.
Sang Yin cautiously raised her flashlight and shone it into the gap.
Unable to see clearly, she moved closer, bending over and craning her neck to peer inside.
The flashlight's harsh beam swept past bloodstains and black ash, but there was no sign of Feng Ling.
Unwilling to give up, she continued