"Help!" A male voice shouted, a little muffled as if the person's mouth was covered by something at the end.
Fortunately, the river was filled with activity all around during this time. It was still in the morning; the sun had risen slightly, casting a warm glow from above.
The aunties who were washing their family's clothes abandoned their work, and the few uncles picking up water with wooden buckets tossed their items on the ground.
"Whose voice is it?"
"Where does the voice come from?"
Everyone was panicking. It was just recently that they dared to do activity at the river again, Qiu Mu's case gradually forgotten. However, the shriek for help as if someone was drowning, awakened the long-buried memory.
The voice had come from the deeper part of the river.
"Quick, those who can swim, save him!" Some people urged.
