Chapter 1180: Whether We Are Rich or Poor and Whether We Live or Die

Before Sihwa set out, Zhang Zian pinched his voice, making it sound different, and asked her to turn the camera elsewhere. He whispered to her that the surfer’s condition was unknown. He might be trapped on the surfboard or might have fallen into the water. If the former was the case, she would not have to show up, just carry the surfboard from underwater to bring the surfer to the safe sea. If the latter was the case… It was just a matter of letting her play it by ear.

Sihwa impatiently waved her hand, finding that he was too naggy, and waited for him to point in the rough direction of where the surfer was. She used the time when the tide was low to swim out of the cave.

She wanted to go and save the person, but she did not want to stop broadcasting. What should she do?

She tried to hold her phone in her mouth, the camera facing forward, but she could not. Her mouth was not open wide enough, but she lowered her head to take a look and had an idea.

She was wearing the top half of the bikini bathing suit that Zhang Zian had brought back. The bathing suit was very close to her body and showed lines. Her chest was very big, and of course, it was tightly wrapped.

So she tucked her cell phone into the swimsuit on one side of her chest, adjusted its position, tried to keep the camera in front, and flicked her strong tail fin, shooting forward like a sharp arrow.

Thankfully, this phone was waterproof.

Netizens had never seen this kind of broadcast before in their lives, and they probably would not see it in the future.

First, a group of rich audiences solemnly issued a ‘let go of that mobile phone and let me do it’ barrage, and then they were sent to the hospital because of nosebleeds. Then other surviving netizens saw two white arms alternately splitting waves from the first person perspective, moving at a stunning speed.

The sky was yellow, the sea was blue, and there was no other reliable object reference. No one could tell how fast the world was swimming, but it was definitely very fast. The foam produced by the arm hitting the water had just been thrown away. It felt like sitting in a high-speed train and looking out the window.

Some netizens were confused because they estimated that the frequency of swinging their arms in swimming was similar to Sihwa’s. Why couldn’t they swim so fast? This was practically a world champion speed!

From this perspective, they could only see Sihwa’s two arms and occasionally a long dark green hair drifting through the camera. They could hear her breathing, and from the sound, she seemed to have a lot of energy left.

The smart netizens began to argue fiercely about how fast Sihwa was going, but no one could convince anyone. After all, there was no reference.

Because the offshore current itself might’ve been as wide as 100 meters, and it was not known how far the surfer had been washed away by the offshore current, nor whether the surfer had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Even if Sihwa wanted to find him, it would be very difficult.

Sihwa swam for a distance, and then she stretched her head out of the water to look around. She then continued to swim forward.

To try to increase the search radius as much as possible, she swam forward in a Z shape, and at the same time she listened for suspicious sounds in the sea.

Her hearing was very sensitive—a lot more sensitive than humans’.

Blub blub blub…

She heard the sound of a lot of bubbles in the water. Normally there would be no bubbles in the water like this unless there were volcanoes at the bottom of the sea, but it was the coastline, and there could not have been volcanoes here.

Then this could be… When a person drowns, he was sinking to the bottom. This was the sound of the air in his lungs being replaced by sea water.

This also meant that the surfer had already entered the water, and there was not much time left for Sihwa.

So she flicked her tail fin and swam at a higher speed in the direction the bubbling sound came from.

When she came to the rough location the sound came from, she instantly dove toward the seabed.

From the audience’s point of view, this scene was practically like that of a nightmare, very scary.

Deep in the sea, it was dark. It felt like something terrible was hiding and waiting for Sihwa to come, with its big mouth full of sharp teeth open wide.

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Many people dreamed of their own experience of falling off a cliff, which was like following Sihwa into the endless dark abyss.

In fact, the sea here was not very deep, but many people had a deep-sea phobia, covering their eyes and not daring to take a look, afraid of any monsters that would come out.

Sihwa was not afraid of anything in the sea. The sea was like her back garden. Although she couldn’t see the bottom of the dark sea, she could hear that there was nothing on the bottom of the sea. There was no so-called monster, only the sound of the waves rolling up on the sand.

A stream of bubbles came out from the deeper part of the sea. It was very weak.

Sihwa was sure the surfer was below.

Netizens knew that at this critical moment, either Sihwa would succeed in becoming a hero or she would be dragged by the drowning person to sink into the bottom of the sea, and the world would lose a beautiful young woman of the top standard.

When Sihwa dived down strongly, some careful netizens began to calculate the time. They were worried about how deep she could reach in one breath, because she had to leave half of the oxygen for her return journey.

10 seconds… 20 seconds… 30 seconds…

Even though they knew that Sihwa could not see, the bullet screens in the broadcast room were mostly telling her to go up now, telling her that she could not dive any deeper.

The light became dimmer and dimmer in the dark waters, and Sihwa opened her eyes wide. She finally saw a blurry figure.

The young man in his tight-fitting diving suit was sinking slowly, looking up at the sea with a few bubbles gushing out of his nostrils and holding his right hand high as if he were full of reluctance and attachment to the world.

He was still so young, with fresh stubble growing on his chin. His eyes were still open, but he had lost his spirit, and the fire of life in his pupils was about to be extinguished.

All of the netizens in the live broadcasting room, whether they were watching it live at home or in class or even at work, were so excited that they jumped up and roared to cheer for Sihwa. Many people even cried.

Online broadcasters also heard about it. Regardless of their own live broadcasts, other broadcasters had flocked to Sihwa’s live broadcasting room to watch this unprecedented move!

The number of people in Sihwa’s live broadcasting room had increased to a scary number and was practically somersaulting upwards.

They saw Sihwa stretching her hand out towards him, coming closer and closer to the hand he was raising up.

Three meters… Two meters… One meter!

The audience clenched their fists tight and held their breaths, and the bullet screens vanished temporarily.

She grabbed onto him!

Sihwa tightly held the surfer’s hand!

“Quickly float up!”

Everyone was yelling and posting bullet screens, wishing they could transmit their power from tens of thousands of miles of water and a thousand mountains away to Sihwa’s body.

Sihwa knew that time was short. After holding the surfer’s hand firmly, she used all her strength to flick her tail fin, stopping her sinking, and started to float upwards.

However, because of her violent movements and the slippery screen and back cover of her mobile phone, the mobile phone slipped from her swimsuit and flipped and fell into the deep sea.

Actually, although her phone was waterproof, the fact that it had been able to hold on until now was a miracle.

Under the extremely high water pressure, the screen darkened.

In that moment, the live broadcast was cut off.