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Song A furrowed his brow, looking genuinely troubled. After a moment, he said with great hesitation, "Of course we need to find Sudai, but your life is also very important."
Nonsense! I suppressed the urge to curse and replied calmly, "If you want to leave, then go ahead. I won't stop you." After saying that, I turned away from him. I was completely disappointed in him; he lied without batting an eye. He clearly knew that I was unaware of the matter regarding the Black Key, yet he still insisted on following me. Was the situation not as simple as it seemed? Or was it...
I suddenly had a very bad premonition. Were they planning to use me to threaten my father? As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I felt even colder all over. If that were the case, I absolutely could not let them succeed. But now, I wasn't sure if the people around me were really "them." Although I was extremely reluctant to doubt Lime, still...
"I won't leave; if I'm going, we go together," Song A said, and then he fell silent alongside me.
"Oh my God, look over there!" Wuma You shouted in terror, as if he had witnessed something earth-shattering. We immediately turned to look in the direction he pointed, and to my horror, I saw something truly despairing!
At some point, blood began to ooze out of the coffin where the Living Dead lay, and it was boiling! It looked like water heated to a boiling point by fire below, steaming hot.
Before long, the blood spread across the ground. That wasn't all; once it reached the ground, it seemed to flow towards us as if it had a life of its own, like waves—bloody and terrifying! I was momentarily stunned because this scene suddenly reminded me of those blood-red hairs. Upon closer inspection, I indeed found that the "blood" was mixed with many strands of hair that were as red as blood. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't notice anything unusual. I guessed that the wave-like movements were probably caused by those hairs crawling on the ground.
"Run! This blood has strong corrosive properties," Xianxian warned his companions before leading them away quickly in another direction.
We didn't linger either and swiftly followed suit. Just as I turned to leave, my peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a shadow, so I turned back to take a look. To my surprise, the ashen "Living Dead" had quietly returned and was now standing silently beside the coffin, expressionless as it watched us. At that moment, I suddenly noticed that many strands of black hair were swirling behind that person! Could they manipulate those long black hairs? If so, could they also control the blood-red hair...?
I ran after them without knowing where we ended up but had to stop because Xianxian's people were pointing guns at us.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
He also looked into my eyes and asked, "What about Lime?"
"Isn't he just behind...?" I turned around and suddenly realized that Lime hadn't followed us. I was taken aback and had no choice but to turn back to Xianxian, shrugging helplessly as I said, "I don't know where he went. If you want to find him for tea and a chat, just call him yourself."
"Stop wasting time," Xianxian interrupted me irritably and asked, "Did you see what he took out from inside?"
"Something? What something?" I started to play dumb again. Although I knew that Lime had been fiddling around the coffin for a while, how could I possibly know what exactly he did?
Xianxian looked at me, suddenly smirking as he shook his head and said with a smile, "Friends, huh." His smile was still glaring, with a hint of mockery in it. I understood what he meant, so I didn't respond; instead, an inexplicable sense of loss surged within me.
I don't even know how we ended up outside. My mind was muddled with thoughts at that time, and it still is now. Xianxian and his group had long left, and the remaining three from Pei Zi's group took the Mingqi they had obtained and left, saying they would transfer my share of the money to my card after selling the items.
"Feng Zi, what are you going to do next?" Song A asked me.
I sat on a large rock nearby and replied without looking up, "I need to go back to Changsha." Yes, if I wanted to investigate some matters, I had to return; after all, Changsha is my roots.
"I'll go with you..." Before Song A could finish his sentence, I interrupted him, saying, "No need. I want to go back alone to think." After saying that, I packed up my few belongings and continued down the mountain. Song A didn't follow me; I wasn't sure if he had given up or not, but the first place I needed to go was— the hospital!
After finally reaching the local hospital of average standards, I lay on the hospital bed. Before long, a young and cute nurse came in. Normally, I would have chatted with her for a bit, but right now I just couldn't muster any interest. So I started taking off my shirt by myself when suddenly the nurse gasped.
I looked at her and reflexively asked, "What's wrong?"
"How did you get your injury?" the nurse asked in surprise.
I glanced at my shoulder; the area where I had been shot with the arrow had turned a dark purple, while other places bitten by the blood-red hair had already scabbed over, densely packed and truly terrifying. I forced a smile and said, "I got hurt during an adventure."
The nurse seemed somewhat skeptical but still put on gloves and pressed on my wound, asking, "What do you feel?"
"I don't feel anything." I looked at her, equally incredulous. If it weren't for the fear of those blood-red hairs biting and their potential side effects, I might have almost forgotten about being shot with the arrow. After all, the pain from the wound had faded after some time.
"Just wait a moment; the thing that pierced you must be toxic. The toxin has already started to spread, which is why you don't feel any pain..." In any case, the final outcome was that I had to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days until it was confirmed that everything was fine before I could leave. Although I was anxious to go back, I didn't want to push my body too hard, so I decided to stay for now.
During these days, my mind was filled with chaotic and complex thoughts that seemed unlike my memories but also felt like them, driving me nearly insane. Reluctantly, I asked the nurse for a notebook and a pen. I decided to organize all the clues in my head; after all, thinking about them could easily lead to repetition or omissions, so it was better to write them down and analyze them slowly.
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