HISS!
Xia Liang's foot suddenly slipped, and his body plummeted downward!
It had rained a few days prior, and the edge he'd stepped on was covered in a layer of slick green moss. The onlookers screamed and scrambled backward.
"He's going to fall to his death!"
"Everyone, stop looking!"
"Get back, don't get splattered with blood!"
An elderly woman quickly covered her granddaughter's eyes, her voice trembling. "Don't watch! Don't look!"
SMACK!
After falling more than a meter, Xia Liang miraculously managed to grab a pipe from an air conditioner's outdoor unit with a single hand. He dangled there like a spider suspended in mid-air, swaying precariously. The sight left the crowd breathless. They didn't want Xia Liang to die, or at least, not in their neighborhood.
Damn it, he really hadn't noticed that before. If he had actually fallen, he would have been completely unharmed, and that would have been quite the spectacle.
