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Actually, I was already exhausted. When I saw Xianxian stop, laziness took over, and I turned to the side, lying down with a thud, lazily asking, "Is there any food left?"
"The last small piece," Lime also sat down beside me, placing the backpack on his lap and reaching inside. I looked at him hopefully, and the next moment, Lime pulled out a pack of Compressed Biscuit. I glanced at it and immediately sighed in disappointment.
Lime's "small piece" was indeed very small; it was smaller than my palm!
Just as I closed my eyes, I felt something hit my stomach. I looked down and saw that it was the Compressed Biscuit that Lime had taken out. It was wrapped in a transparent bag about the size of my palm, which was empty inside, and the biscuit itself was only a quarter of that… there was barely enough for one person!
With a deep sigh, I pushed aside the remaining Compressed Biscuit and divided it into three portions. After thinking for a moment, I kept the smallest portion for myself and gave the other two portions to Lime and Xianxian since they had put in more effort than I had.
As soon as Xianxian got the biscuit, he eagerly stuffed it into his mouth. With a "crunch," he swallowed it in one go and then looked at me with sparkling eyes.
"Want some more?" I smiled at Xianxian and asked.
Xianxian nodded vigorously, blinking his eyes and grinning as he said, "Little Phoenix, you are such a great..." Before he could finish his sentence, I slowly extended my biscuit toward him under his eager gaze. Just as he reached out for it, I quickly tossed it into my mouth, chewed it a bit, and swallowed.
"Poof!" Xianxian almost choked when he couldn't catch his breath. After a moment of shock, he glared at me angrily and gritted his teeth, saying, "You little brat!"
Seeing Xianxian's deflated expression made me chuckle quietly; I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurt.
"Serves you right for messing with me!" Xianxian muttered.
At that moment, a shadow flew past me and landed steadily on Xianxian. As I turned my head, I heard Lime's voice saying, "Here."
"Aren't you hungry?" Xianxian picked up the item with suspicion. I looked over and realized it was Lime's small biscuit.
Come on, how could he not be hungry! Just as I was about to speak up, Lime casually replied and then answered off-topic, "Let's take a break; we still have a long way to go."
"Are you really not going to eat?" Xianxian asked, holding a biscuit with a skeptical look on his face.
Lime turned to him and asked, "Not eating?"
"Eat, eat, eat!" Xianxian squinted his eyes and happily stuffed the biscuit into his mouth, chewing loudly. I felt a bit annoyed and couldn't help but kick his calf, scolding, "Are you trying to die? Your portion is already the biggest, and you're even stealing Lemon's small share!"
Xianxian grinned and said, "Don't worry! Even if we starve him, nothing will happen! Besides, if I don't eat enough, who will protect you guys?"
Go die! I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him and sighed. After a while, I asked, "Why?"
"His life is tough!" Xianxian replied without hesitation.
Hearing his answer left me speechless. Time ticked by, and although I didn't feel the wind blowing, my body was cold. I hugged my legs for warmth when I heard Xianxian lazily ask from the side, "Why has that damn crying sound stopped?"
I looked up and realized that the faintly sorrowful crying had indeed stopped for quite a while!
"What are you looking at me for?" Xianxian asked as he stared at me.
I shivered slightly and buried my head in my knees, saying, "I'm freezing!"
"True," Xianxian shivered too and wrapped his clothes tighter. Meanwhile, Lime continued lying beside us with his eyes closed, not moving at all. Looking at his not-too-thick clothing made me feel even colder. Sure enough, once we get out of here, I'm definitely going to stuff him with several big boxes of clothes! I'll also sneak in some blankets and beds into The Dead; haha, I felt excited about this idea!
Just as I closed my eyes to take a short nap, I suddenly remembered that Dabao was still inside The Dead. So with that thought in mind, I entered The Dead. Under the sparse black mist, the atmosphere was unusually heavy and oppressive. I quickly spotted Dabao; he was sitting on the ground with his legs hugged tightly, completely motionless like a statue, devoid of any vitality. I slowly walked over to him and finally stopped in front of him. After watching him for a while, he still stared blankly at his feet as if he hadn't noticed me at all.
After thinking for a moment, I sat down in front of him and hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?"
Dabao slowly lifted his head; his eyes were pitch black without focus or reflection of me—he just stared blankly and said nothing. I was startled and thought to myself that he couldn't have been so overwhelmed that he lost his mind. This wouldn't do; I reached out and grabbed his shoulders to shake him. Instantly, an overwhelming coldness hit me—damn it! It turned out he wasn't burned out but frozen? So I shook him harder while calling his name.
After a while, reflections gradually appeared in Dabao's eyes as he opened his mouth and murmured, "Feng Zi..."
I breathed a sigh of relief and looked into his eyes, asking, "How do you feel?"
"Can you help me leave?" After a long pause, Dabao asked me lightly, his eyes devoid of emotion.
Seeing his lifeless expression made my heart ache. After all, he was my childhood friend, and seeing him like this truly pained me. Looking into his eyes, I couldn't help but nod and said, "I can."
Dabao nodded and slowly stood up, gazing at me as if he wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent.
I had many things I wanted to say to him too, but upon seeing him, I suddenly felt unable to express anything. Perhaps Dabao felt the same way. With a slight sigh, I looked around; it was still gray and lifeless here, with no signs of vitality. The black mist lingered sparsely, occasionally gathering into a mass that drifted like a soul, aimlessly wandering without knowing where to go...
If I listened closely, I could hear the wails from hell—gradually, the piercing screams and chilling laughter echoed in my ears. Whispers of the Dead murmured softly... each sound seemed to convey a sense of dread as if I were trapped in the narrow gap between hell and the Underworld, gasping for breath. The only sensations were bone-chilling coldness and an overwhelming sense of horror...
Breathing became increasingly difficult. Finally, after a swirl of black mist, I saw a translucent shadow. Looking up, I was instantly stunned, filled with indescribable shock and awe. Was this Hell's Gate?
When I first entered, I hadn't seen the door; perhaps due to my lack of consciousness, I hadn't expected such a massive door to exist! Yes, massive—I was almost overwhelmed by the sight of this enormous door that seemed to stretch endlessly!
I didn't know what the door was made of; it was semi-transparent and blended with the mist. The black mist reflected on it appeared and disappeared intermittently. If one didn't look up carefully, they would never realize that right before them stood an enormous Hell's Gate!
Because in that moment when you looked up closely, you would see that the black mist formed human figures—a gigantic black silhouette holding a scythe as if it were about to reap souls in the next second...
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