"Otherwise, do you want to go down?" Gu Mian took out a rope, pretending to tie one end around the Fortune-teller.
The Fortune-teller quickly waved his hands, stepping back: "No, no, no, you go down instead, I'll just watch from above."
Gu Mian acted swiftly, and in no time, he hammered a nail into the ground near the deep space, tied one end of the rope around it with a dead knot, and then fastened the other end to his own waist.
The Fortune-teller looked nervously at the nail driven into the ground, knowing well Gu Mian's notoriously bad luck. She doubted whether the nail could hold Gu Mian's weight, and wondered if the rope might suddenly snap while he descended.
She considered sending a message to Fatty in the apartment, telling him that his dear doctor might soon engage in a free-fall activity.
While the Fortune-teller was worrying, Gu Mian over there was already prepared.
