Song Ning shouted, "Swim! I'm running out of strength! Swim toward the bank!"
"I'm a villain who's done all kinds of evil! I deserve to die! Besides... they've already abandoned me! My death... would be better for everyone!"
"Lin Xiaoming! Stop talking! My feet are about to slip!" Song Ning cried anxiously.
She held Lin Xiaoming's hand, but he had already lost all feeling in it.
"Give up! The current's too strong! You can't pull me up!"
Song Ning felt Lin Xiaoming's hand slipping out of her grasp, little by little.
She shouted desperately, "Lin Xiaoming! What exactly are you looking for? Tell me! I'll find it for you!"
Yet a strange smile appeared on Lin Xiaoming's face.
"You can't win! There's no way you can win! Song Ning! Since you're willing to save me, take my advice! Stay away from Gu Zheng! As far away as possible!"
The moment he finished speaking, a massive wave swept around the bend, carrying a large log.
The log struck Lin Xiaoming directly in the head, knocking him beneath the water.
Song Ning felt her hand empty, and at the same time, her feet slipped free.
She hurriedly turned and scrambled to wrap her arms around the tree.
The muddy waves churned around her. Lin Xiaoming had vanished completely from sight.
Prolonged hypothermia, drowning, and then a plunge over a cliff.
There was no way he could have survived.
That was the end of "Night Owl."
Song Ning caught her breath briefly, then climbed onto the bank on her hands and knees.
The ground here still wasn't high enough. She had to find shelter farther up.
But just as she turned to leave, her sharp eyes caught a dark object that the waves had pushed ashore beside the dead tree where Lin Xiaoming