C42

"Ye Shuang, if you want some chips, I'll help him!" The boy, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to have made some important decision as he spoke word by word.

"Liu Jian, doing this will only make me hate you even more! You have to think it through. " The girl continued to stare at me, not looking at the boy, but warning him.

"You're right, I'm the soul, you're the Nightmare. I can't stand by and watch you kill people without doing anything. " The boy's tone was very calm, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Don't say it in such a righteous and righteous manner. I'm afraid you still have the ability to stop me." The girl didn't seem to take him on my side.

As she spoke, she instantly reduced the frequency of her blinking by half. My heart was already beating very slowly.

"Sorry, Ye-zi, I had no choice." The boy took one last look at the girl and turned into a wisp of white smoke.

I found my right hand suddenly filled with something. It was the boy's glass eye.

"Hold tight!" His voice came through the glass.

The girl, though she kept her eyes on me, knew exactly what was going to happen. She stopped blinking and opened her eyes wide in an attempt to kill me as quickly as possible.

But it was too late. Before the boy reached me, he told me quietly to concentrate all my strength on my right hand. I gripped the glass eyeball tightly, and white smoke instantly leaked out from the inside of the eyeball, spiraling up along the finger and palm. When the Inaction Imprint reached the wrist, it converged into one of the circles.

My heart returned to normal.

"You … "You actually …" The girl stared at me in disbelief.

Although everything returned to normal, there was nothing special about it. Seeing the girl turn to run, I couldn't help but have a thought: I couldn't let her go. Just as this thought rose in my mind, the mine lamp above my head suddenly shone several times brighter than before, emitting a light that was almost like the sun as it headed straight for the girl. The girl seemed to sense the threat coming from behind her. The moment she turned around, it was as if the light of day had engulfed her.

"No!" In the strong light, the girl let out a cry of despair.

Like lightning, the intense light disappeared in an instant. However, the place where the girl stood was nowhere to be seen. I looked ahead and saw a bulge on the far wall. As he approached her, he realized that this was the girl's final action and expression. It just turned into a rock and embedded itself deep into the wall. That look of despair never left my face.

I thought of the boy and raised my right hand. The glass bead in my hand had long since turned gray and was no longer sparkling and translucent. With a little force, the "glass bead" disintegrated into powder and scattered in front of my feet. From within, a sparkling and translucent blue stone rolled out.

"It's over …" "It's all over …" The boy appeared beside me again, looking at her on the wall.

I didn't know what to say. For me, he had destroyed her.

"Once I enter the Dreadless Seal, I no longer have a place to stay. I must follow you at all times. However, I am truly unwilling to leave him." The boy reached out and touched the relief on the wall.

After I heard this, I hastily rummaged through my backpack and found the glass eyeball that the old man who was smoking by the river had given me.

"This is for you. See if it's useful?" I handed it to the boy.

The boy took it and looked at it with a wry smile. "A soul and a Pupillary Seal, how can I be the first to seize the nest …" Before he could finish his sentence, his expression changed and he hurriedly shoved the glass eyeball back into my hand.

"Where did you get this?" he asked me in horror.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with that? " I was confused.

"I don't know, but the things in here are definitely not simple!" the boy said firmly.

"Forget it, I'm not going to touch it anyway." I stuffed the glass eyeball back into my bag and said, "You don't have to follow me. I don't want to do this. With you by my side, it makes me even more uncomfortable."

The boy looked at me with gratitude in his eyes.

"But without this glass eye, are you not affected?" Instead, I was worried about him.

The boy turned away again, reached out his hand to stroke the reliefs face, and said gently, "I don't care as long as I stay by Leaf's side."

Gradually, the boy's figure became fainter and fainter.

"Leave quickly, your friend needs immediate treatment." The boy said his last sentence and disappeared.

I looked over at the edge of the right hand side of the reliefs, where a shining blue stone replaced the severed finger. It was like a ring, giving off the light of a gem from time to time.

Only then did I think of Zhang Shan, and quickly went back to pick up the rope. He then broke the back leg of the chair that was still "alive", and pulled Zhang Shan up. Before leaving the hall, I bowed deeply in the direction of the reliefs to thank the boy for saving my life.

They were finally together, though there was a "forced" quality to it. But what did it matter? His body and soul had already ceased to exist. This final combination could also be considered a blessing from the heavens.

Finally, I returned to the hall on the first floor and followed the corridor that led to the cave entrance. As I continued upwards, I gradually saw the light. It seemed that the night had passed.

Carrying Zhang Shan, I pushed open the door to the dugout, and once again stood on the ground.

"Don't move! Hands up! " Dozens of black guns were aimed at me from different directions.

"Call an ambulance! There's a heavily injured person here! " Seeing that someone was around, I didn't care about anything else and shouted loudly towards the surroundings.

Then I was pinned to the ground by several uniformed men.

I was sitting in an interrogation room with two policemen asking the same questions over and over again, and I was thinking about something else. Zhang Shan was pulled away by an ambulance, I don't know if he's dead or alive, but at least it's useless for me to worry about this matter, it depends on the ability of the hospital and the doctors. What I'm worried about is what Master Zhang Shan said in my second dream.

Zhang Shan has to eat a piece of silver date every ten years in order to be able to guarantee his bloodshed and continue to live. When I was dreaming, I remembered that he was twelve years old at the time. Zhang Shan was thirty-one years old this year. In other words, before he was twenty-two, he should have already eaten the second snake gall. I don't know. Looks like I'll have to wait until he wakes up before asking him about it.

Hey! Why was he thinking so much? It was hard to tell if he would be able to clear this hurdle.

"Are you listening to our questions?" Finally, one of the fatter officers shouted at me, losing his patience.

"I'm sorry, I won't say anything until I know what happened to my friend." I forget if I said it the seventy-eighth or eighty-seventh time.

"I've already told you, the hospital is doing their best to rescue them, don't you believe what we're saying? There's no need for us to lie to you about this kind of thing! " In fact, I've heard that many times before.

"I'm sorry, I won't say anything until I know exactly what happened to my friend." I still say that.

The two policemen looked at me helplessly and whispered to each other for a moment. The one next to me opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving the fat one alone.

"Are you satisfied now that we're contacting the hospital to take a photo and send it over?" The fat policeman said helplessly.

I don't deny it.

The fat cop knew that I wouldn't say anything until he knew about Zhang Shan's situation, so he self-consciously chose to shut his mouth. About 10 minutes later, the person who went out previously came in with two pieces of paper. He handed them to me before returning to his seat.

These were two black-and-white photos that were sent over by fax. Although they were not very clear, it was still possible to see the general situation.

The first one was of Zhang Shan lying on the operating table with a ventilator, his upper body bare. His right arm had already clearly connected to the wound, and before I could bind it up or fix it, I could even see the neat row of stitches. The second picture was taken at a much lower angle, beside Zhang Shan's feet. In the lens, other than Zhang Shan, there was also a bunch of equipment beside his head. It seemed like he was still alive. Even though his HP was extremely low, he was still holding on.

I had been worried for a long time, but my job was a designer. Whether these two photos were actually produced by PS or not, they naturally couldn't escape my eyes.

Relieved, I found that my whole body was shaking.

"Is he safe?" I asked.

"At least your arm is fine. Can you tell me now?" The fat cop saw that I was visibly relaxed and threw a cigarette at me, motioning for me to control my emotions so that I could pass on the problem.

After smoking this cigarette, I started from the time I went up the mountain three months ago, all the way until I burned down my Corpse Supporting Spell and returned to the surface. I explained it so carefully that sometimes I even said what I was thinking.

Actually, from the bottom of my heart, I'm still quite afraid of the police, but before this, in order to quickly find out about Zhang Shan's situation, I had no choice but to refuse to explain, in exchange for a bargaining chip with them. Now that my heart has fallen to the ground, I naturally have to explain as much as I can. I don't want to miss even a single detail and let them take the opportunity to pick on me.

After nearly an hour of listening to my story, the two policemen opposite me were stunned for a long time. The one who gave me the photo licked his dry lips and asked, "You write novels?"

I was speechless.

The fat policeman helplessly smiled and said, "How can we believe what you have said?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "That can't be helped. What I said was the truth. Do you believe me or not? When are you going to let me out?"

"I'm sorry, but this case involves a person's life. I'm afraid you will have to stay for a few more days." The person beside him replied.

"I told you! The person who was burned down died three months ago! " When I heard that they were going to detain me again, I became anxious.

"We've already searched the burnt warehouse and found a corpse …" When the fat policeman said this, he purposely paused for a moment.

"What is it?" Was it incinerated? " I am actually more concerned about Zhao Youde's corpse. If we did not destroy it completely, it might still be possible for it to stand up. Then, our whole night of trying to save our lives would have been wasted, and Zhang Shan's blood would have naturally been lost.

The fat cop stared at me for a long time, as if trying to decide whether or not my actions matched what he had just said. After finding nothing suspicious about me, he said, gesturing to a length of about two feet. "That's all there is left."