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The wound on Liuzi had been treated, but his appearance was surely ruined; he might never marry in this lifetime, and it was a fitting punishment for him. It seemed that one should accumulate some good karma in life.
Of course, if there were a girl with strong psychological resilience who didn't mind these things, and could look past his disfigured chin, then I would have nothing to say. At that point, I would certainly contribute my share of the wedding expenses without hesitation.
After the Witch shouted that she had found the exit, Third Granduncle Master sent a few people over. They seemed to have explosives and intended to blow up the rocks blocking the underwater passage.
Throughout this process, I felt dazed and my consciousness was hazy; I was almost in a state of detachment. Just moments ago, I had also been unfortunate enough to receive a kiss from the Meteor Monster—though it was on my backside.
That area had enough flesh; losing a few pounds wouldn’t matter. Besides, since I already had a girlfriend, as long as one paid attention to their posture during intimate moments, it was much better than what Liuzi had to deal with. A Chen was supporting my shoulder while offering me this reassurance.
Third Granduncle Master's team worked quickly; before long, they had blown open a hole the size of a military pack at the bottom of the passage. Everyone immediately took cover and squeezed through. The last person lagged slightly behind, and his skin was hooked away from his back.
The scream that followed was horrific… it was beyond description. He howled for less than three seconds before he couldn't catch his breath and suffocated.
That person had been right next to me; I almost watched him take his last breath.
I will never forget the expression on his face at that moment—his eyes were wide with extreme terror, so much so that it reached a level beyond what any ordinary person could achieve by simply widening their eyes. The bloodshot eyelids were stretched thinly transparent, and the bulging eyeballs seemed ready to burst out from beneath them. His mouth gaped wide open, and just a second ago, it had emitted a wail from the depths of his soul; now it was filled only with bloodied teeth, crimson covering what used to be white.
His nose… how could I forget! It had been gruesomely torn off his face, leaving two nostrils completely exposed to the air. Above them were red chunks of flesh and half a nasal bone; below were curled black nasal hairs. The stark contrast of red and black on such a face… even during my anatomy classes in school, I had never seen such a horrifying sight.
My stomach churned; I didn’t know if it was from sadness or nausea.
I turned my head slightly; the pain in my backside made it difficult to maintain focus on anything for long. My vision flickered between black and white; not passing out felt like a miracle. Well, at least my endurance seemed to have improved.
Just then, I suddenly noticed that my pant leg was still caught by a bluish hand. The knuckles and veins were very pronounced, clearly indicating that its owner had exerted great effort—perhaps in those final moments of life, he hoped I would pull him up.
I couldn't help but think that if I had discovered the situation earlier and offered help in time, perhaps this person wouldn't have died.
I have a strange quirk: the more scattered my thoughts become, the more active my mind is, though lacking in logic, as if my soul had detached from my body. Is this what destined me to be the one to write on behalf of others?
It wasn't the eloquent and well-read Old Qiao, nor was it my talkative junior who could fill pages with words; it was just me, a rough and unrefined person with clumsy writing skills. It seems rather absurd, doesn’t it? Could this be what they mean by "there must be a purpose for my existence"?
You see, I've wandered off again.
Returning to the matter at hand, the position of that person was quite peculiar; he was stuck right at the mouth of the secret passage, using his body to shield us from the Meteor Monster outside. Perhaps he didn't choke to death from lack of air but was instead overwhelmed by the growing number of Meteor Monsters biting into his back until he succumbed to the pain.
I don't know which way of dying is more bearable, but his sacrifice was undoubtedly great; at least he saved all of us here in this mountain hideout. Though he might not have even considered his own life in that moment.
Suddenly, I felt an urge to do something for this hero. Should I recite a passage from the Dizang Sutra? I heard that's meant for guiding souls to peace, but unfortunately, I don't know how. As a materialist, my studies haven't ventured into that territory.
Brother, may you rest in peace! I could only say this in my heart as I raised my hand to close his eyes.
The people from Third Granduncle Master suffered significant losses this time; counting them up, only eleven battered soldiers remained. After such a fierce battle, everyone was gravely injured and took time to rest and heal, creating a rather gloomy atmosphere.
My wound was on my left hip—an awkward spot that I couldn't reach myself. A lot of the bleeding and anti-inflammatory ointment went to waste since I couldn't apply it properly. A Li sat in front of me with her back turned after tending to her own injuries; she seemed hesitant to come over and help me, probably out of embarrassment.
Honestly, I felt a bit relieved. If she were to disregard societal norms and help me apply medicine, it would be awkward for me as a grown man—accepting or refusing would both be uncomfortable.
Here’s what I had to understand: the thought of "accepting" meant that if she didn't care about appearances, why should I worry about being seen by a girl? Surely I couldn't be more sensitive than her! The thought of "refusing," however, made me uneasy; only three people had seen that private area of mine throughout my life (Yue Master, my master, and Dui), all men. That didn’t matter much, but with a woman… sigh. It just felt strange and incredibly embarrassing.
I never imagined that old fox from Third Granduncle Master would still be keeping an eye on A Li without letting go of his suspicions about her identity. When A Chen suggested coming over to help me with my wound, Third Granduncle Master shot him a look that stopped him in his tracks: "Mind your own business! Won't his woman help him?"
He casually dismissed the matter, but everyone immediately turned their attention towards us. I felt my face heat up, surely redder than a tomato. Damn it, how could I have forgotten about this?
It was clear that this was a test. With A Li's cleverness, she must have caught the implication in Third Granduncle Master's words. I quickly analyzed the situation: if A Li came over to apply medicine for me to prove our relationship, it would play right into that old fox's hands. He would surely think, what were you two doing just now? Why did you react so quickly? This "proof" would be too deliberate and obvious; however, if A Li remained indifferent as Third Granduncle Master suggested, it wouldn’t align with our couple status… It truly was a dilemma!
A Li shifted in her seat, seemingly about to get up. Suddenly, I had an idea: I could pretend that I had already applied the medicine and that everything was fine!
But as soon as I moved my backside, a sharp pain shot through me. Damn it, that hurt! Losing such a large chunk of flesh was no joke! However, pain was secondary; if it got infected, the loss would be far greater than what Liu Zi had suffered!
In the midst of my thoughts, A Li had already sat down beside me. It was evident that her face was even redder than mine; her eyes darted around uncertainly, not knowing where to look, and her fingers trembling as they brushed against my shirt.
I silently cursed Third Granduncle Master ’s ancestors and forced a smile as I took hold of A Li’s hand. Struggling to prop myself up, I weakly said, “About us, your brother hasn’t agreed yet… If I dared to take advantage of you now, with your brother’s temper, he might just throw me into a coffin to feed Zongzi! And I wouldn’t want to explain this to my master either, right? A Chen, why don’t you take over?” I glanced at Third Granduncle Master and the others with an innocent grin.
By bringing up Old Qiao and my master, someone as cunning as Third Granduncle Master would surely understand that making things difficult for me at this moment could backfire. If A Li’s identity turned out to be genuine and he offended “Qiao Master,” a valuable partner, the loss would be significant! More importantly, no matter how much he downplayed my master publicly, he still had to show some respect inwardly.
After all, it all boiled down to one saying—don’t look at the monk’s face but rather at the Buddha’s.
After A Chen helped apply the medicine, everyone took some time to rest before starting to observe our surroundings. We discovered that this place seemed to be an ancient water cave used for transporting goods.
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