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"Run!" Zhiqing shouted, grabbing Ziya and sprinting away. Ziya, not fully grasping the situation, felt a sense of doubt, but since Zhiqing yelled to run, he must have seen something.
Zhiqing was in a tough spot; despite being a Feng Shui Master, he was terrified of the legendary Black and White Wuchang. The figure they had just encountered was undoubtedly a White Wuchang. Whether it was real or fake didn't matter; all he could do was run. He was also concerned about Ziya being by his side, and they still hadn't fully understood their circumstances. It didn't matter if it was a real ghost or a fake one; what mattered was preserving their lives first.
The sounds behind them grew closer, and Zhiqing pulled Ziya into a side door. Once inside, they were greeted by a bright room that was particularly spacious, featuring stairs that led to an unknown destination. After climbing the stairs, they found themselves in front of a swimming pool where a girl was bathing. Her athletic figure splashed gracefully in the water, and Ziya recognized her frog stroke.
They exchanged glances, listening intently as it seemed the commotion outside had subsided.
"She must be a ghost, right?"
"How could that be?"
"Then how do you explain what just happened?" Ziya found it hard to believe. If they were alive, why were they underground? If they were dead, why did they still feel pain when pinching themselves? And here was someone seemingly carefree while others worried about life and death.
The girl emerged from the swimming pool, grasping the railing as she picked up a towel from a nearby beach chair to dry off. She had a petite and delicate body with fair skin, shoulder-length curly hair, and an alluringly long neck. Her soft curves were accentuated by her slightly rounded backside and long legs that complemented her tall stature. After drying herself off, she wrapped the towel around her waist.
Although beautiful women were pleasing to the eye, in Zhiqing's view, Ziya was the most beautiful. At that moment, he didn't want to look at anyone else. Moreover, in this peculiar atmosphere, he couldn't shake off the bloody scene he had witnessed earlier. The physical forms of men and women couldn't stir any desire within him; still, he turned his head away and kept asking Ziya about the girl's situation. Seeing Zhiqing's conservative demeanor made Ziya want to laugh genuinely; however, she couldn't find the humor in this tense atmosphere—perhaps her nerves were too tightly wound to allow for laughter.
"Okay, she's covered up now," Ziya said before stepping away from Zhiqing towards the girl. Feeling awkward at Ziya's departure, Zhiqing hurriedly followed behind her, fearing something unexpected might happen.
Once the girl had wrapped herself up, she suddenly spotted a bloodied figure emerging from hiding and approaching her. She trembled in fear as if her whole body had gone into spasms.
"Ahhhhhh..." Her scream was abruptly silenced when Ziya dashed forward and covered her mouth with her hand to stop the piercing cry.
"Don't make a sound, we are human." Ziya wrapped one arm around her and kept the other hand over her mouth, watching as she tilted her head back, swallowing nervously. Ziya knew she must be terrified and also realized that Zhi Qing had scared her because he was covered in blood from earlier.
"Mmm." The girl caught sight of another man, also covered in blood, approaching them. Feeling the warmth of Ziya's body against hers reassured her that they were not ghosts, and her fear began to dissipate. She nodded at Ziya, indicating that she would no longer scream.
"Is she okay?" Zhi Qing stepped forward and asked Ziya.
"Uh..." Ziya nodded at Zhi Qing and released his grip on the girl. Once free, she bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. The towel wrapped around her waist was loose and looked like it might fall off at any moment. She quickly reached out to hold it up and glanced up at Ziya and Zhi Qing with wide eyes filled with confusion.
"Who are you?" the girl spoke first.
Zhi Qing was taken aback, thinking to himself: Surely she can't not recognize us! That shouldn't be possible! But he recognized her; she was the daughter of the former shopkeeper from their school. According to his notes: Gender: Female, Name: Xiao Ranhong, Age: 16...
"Who are you?" Ziya approached the girl, helping her tighten the towel around herself while noticing her clothes draped over a beach chair.
"I don't know who I am either. I just woke up here, dirty all over, and wanted to take a shower. It's that simple," Xiao Ranhong said, her face filled with confusion. The panic from earlier had vanished; after all, she was just a child. In an instant, she reverted to her cheerful self—bright, playful, rebellious—a budding young girl who had been inexplicably dragged into this deadly game.
Zhi Qing cursed inwardly, damning the Demon Leader for being so cruel as to bring this innocent girl into this dark underground world.
Xiao Ranhong's words shocked Ziya and Zhi Qing. Previously deceased women had recognized them immediately without showing any signs of brainwashing. Yet this girl insisted she didn't know them at all; her gaze was unfocused and slightly euphoric. It seemed she had likely taken some illicit drugs; otherwise, such behavior wouldn't make sense. Questions arose in Ziya and Zhi Qing's minds—could she have been brainwashed or influenced through food?
"Alright! Get dressed and come with us."
"Uh, you'll have to turn around then." Xiao Ranhong said playfully, completely unaware of the danger surrounding them. Ziya smiled wryly and shook his head, muttering to himself about how naïve and pitiful this girl was. He and Zhi Qing turned away to give her privacy as she got dressed.
At that moment, Zhiqing did not reveal her name, still pretending to be dazed and confused. He knew very well that within their limited reach, they could not see the Demon Leader hidden in the shadows, yet the Demon Leader could manipulate them at will.
Ziya felt as if she had saved someone from a Notebook, a surge of confidence brightening her mood. The gloomy feelings from earlier faded significantly upon seeing Xiao Ranhong.
Looking at Xiao Ranhong, now dressed, Ziya's eyes lit up. The woman was truly beautiful; what she had seen before was the raw beauty of the human form, but now she beheld the allure wrapped in clothing. The tight velvet bodysuit accentuated her curvaceous figure, and her delicate face was enchanting with every smile and frown. Compared to her own youthful self, she was no less captivating. However, this was not the time to admire a beautiful girl. Quickly pulling her wandering thoughts back, the heavy pressure returned to fill her mind, and all she could think about was how to escape from this place.
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