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Perhaps my current appearance is too terrifying, with my entire body entangled in these blood-red strands of hair. Through the small gaps, I see that the man at the door has little expression; upon seeing me like this, he merely furrows his brow slightly. I fear he might think I'm a monster, so I hurriedly wave my hand for help.
But the man's movements are quicker than mine. Almost at the moment I raise my arm, he throws a cold light fire upwards, instantly illuminating the tomb with a dazzling brightness. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the hair wrapping around me starting to retreat. Just then, I feel myself being pulled up and dragged away. Perhaps sensing that I truly cannot run anymore, he finally stops. Leaning against the wall, I gasp for breath and say to him, "Thank you for saving me."
"Mm." He responds lightly. I then ask, "What’s your name?"
Seeing that no one answers me, I look up at him only to find he has already walked away. I panic; how can this be? I'm a seriously injured patient here all alone. How can he just leave? So, for my own safety, I have no choice but to stubbornly follow him.
The young man who saved me looks to be just over twenty, thin with very delicate features, but his personality seems a bit reclusive and he doesn't like to engage with others. However, that's fine; I've seen my share of odd people. I continue to observe him; he is dressed entirely in black—black clothes, black pants, black shoes—it's all black! But it looks pretty cool, especially the gear at his waist. On his left side is a slender sword, and on his right appears to be a foldable gun, along with several boxes of bullets nearby. I don't know how strong he is, but he certainly has considerable strength; he effortlessly lifted me and ran quite a distance without even breathing heavily!
"Um, Brother, my name is Feng Zi. Did you come here alone?" I cautiously ask him from behind, afraid that if he gets upset, he might just shake me off. What would I do then?
Clearly, he still doesn’t answer me, but fortunately, he shows no intention of shaking me off either. So I quietly follow him, wondering where Song A and the others have gone. After all, I'm covered in injuries and the medical kit is with Sudai. If I don’t bandage my wounds soon, I really don’t know how long I can hold out.
Not long after, a rumbling sound echoes through the tomb again. Hearing this sound reminds me of the Zongzi that had its face skin peeled off. Nervously, I say, "Brother, is the Peeling Zongzi coming out?"
"Mm." He responds again in a calm tone without showing any signs of fear as he fluidly draws his long sword from his waist. I cautiously follow behind him and soon enough, the Peeling Zongzi indeed appears. I'm not sure if this is the same one that attacked me before, but it is splattered with blood—whether it's its own or someone else's remains unclear.
I watch as Brother grips his sword with both hands; before the Peeling Zongzi can charge at him, he takes the initiative to rush towards it and swings his sword at its neck. The Peeling Zongzi dodges clumsily; Brother's strike cleanly severs its entire arm! Not stopping there, he swiftly flips and strikes again—such speed could only be achieved after decades of training!
As I watch the head of the Peeling Zongzi roll onto the ground, I want to clap in applause but manage to hold back. Instead, I run up to him and say, "You're really amazing!" Only after saying this do I realize it sounds a bit like flattery.
I thought that Brother would still not answer me, but unexpectedly he shook his head, wiped his sword, and said calmly, "It is already injured."
"Well, that's impressive. By the way, where did you learn your skills? One day I want to learn too, practice the Indestructible Body, and beat those Dead Zongzi!" After saying this, I wanted to slap myself; what was I talking about at a time like this? Besides, I'm usually not one to ramble! Just as I was feeling frustrated, I saw him shake his head helplessly without replying.
"I... ah!"
Oh my god, this was definitely the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me in my life. I lay on the ground, utterly humiliated. Just when I was about to defend myself, I stumbled over something and fell flat on my face, instantly tasting blood in my mouth.
Fortunately, Brother was a person of few words and ignored me completely. Otherwise, if anyone else had seen me, they would have laughed their heads off. After walking a few steps, I tripped again, but I still 'calmly' got up and pretended nothing had happened as I continued walking. This time I didn't think it was just my clumsiness; when I fell again, I stood up and cursed, "Damn it, who tripped me!?"
Brother probably couldn't watch any longer; he glanced at me and said lightly, "That thing has too much resentment." After saying that, he turned back to walk away. I was stunned; could it be that the Peeling Zongzi that had its head chopped off earlier was tripping me? No way! It wasn't me who killed it; how come Brother was fine while it kept tripping me? Confused as I was, I still carefully followed behind Brother, afraid of falling again—who knows how sore my body is right now!
On the way back, I almost tripped again. Luckily, I was prepared and walked slowly, taking one step at a time. Let's see you trip me again; you think I'm easy to bully just because I'm not showing my power?
I saw Brother rummaging through his small bag for something and eagerly asked, "Brother, how do you plan to deal with that thing?"
"Pour this on it and burn it," Brother pulled out a Black Bottle. I took it from him and looked inside; the black liquid was somewhat sticky. Could it be a mixture of Black Donkey Disciple and some oil? So I volunteered, "Let me do it!"
Brother seemed to agree tacitly. I carefully kicked the head next to the body and poured the black liquid over the corpse. Once done, I felt the temperature around me drop several degrees. It seemed that thing was scared? But I didn't care; with someone protecting me now, I wasn't afraid of it. So I lit a Firestarter and threw it down. To my surprise, the Firestarter got blown out as it fell. I clicked my tongue; this creature was really tough. So I took out a lighter and crouched down to light it up close—I couldn't believe it wouldn't burn from this distance!
With a 'whoosh,' the black oil ignited. Perhaps I poured too much; the flames shot up immediately. Feeling a rush of heat in front of me, I instinctively sat back down while around me echoed horrific and piercing screams—truly sounds that could be described as ghostly wails.
I stood up anxiously and uncertainly asked, "Brother, will it trip me again?"
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