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"Yes, that seems to be the name. How did you know?" The Death Apostle looked at me in shock.
I thought to myself, "If I tell him about meeting Yin Li at the grocery store, it might expose the Soul Sealing Talisman incident. After all, the Death Apostle was once a Yang Master. It's better to keep quiet for now." So I replied, "I sold some things at that Antique Shop before. The name was quite unusual, so I happened to remember it."
Upon hearing this, the Death Apostle didn't think much of it and murmured to himself, "It's strange. It was just an ordinary Antique Shop; why would they have a Box there?"
"Maybe there was a mix-up," I said dismissively, but I couldn't shake off my doubts. "The Death Apostle couldn't have gone to that Antique Shop after me; Yin Li was already dead by then. If he went before me, then the Box should still be there. Why wouldn't it be…"
Lost in thought, the Death Apostle said, "Never mind; perhaps you're right. They must have made a mistake… Anyway, when do you plan to go to the amusement park?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall and replied, "There's no way we can make it today. Let's set off first thing tomorrow." Then I turned to Yao Long and asked, "Yao Long, have you used up all the Wooden Arrows? Do you need to prepare some more?"
"Don't we need blood for that? Why are we switching to regular arrows?" he asked, puzzled.
"I'm worried that if a fight breaks out, you'll still need regular arrows to help out. If you keep using blood arrows, I fear your body won't handle it," I explained.
Upon hearing this, Yao Long stood up and said, "Alright, I'll just go back and grab some. I still have a few spares; it should be enough. I'll be back before dark..." He glanced at the Death Apostle as if seeking his approval.
Seeing this, the Death Apostle nodded slightly and said softly, "Go ahead. If you have extra time, check if Haoyang is still alive."
Yao Long agreed and left the room. "Haoyang? Is he another one of your subordinates?" I asked in confusion.
The Death Apostle nodded and confirmed, "Yes, he is one of my subordinates. However, he has been missing since my eighteen subordinates were brutally killed last time. His whereabouts are still unknown... sigh..." He let out a deep sigh.
"If we haven't seen a body, there's still a chance he's alive. Don't worry too much; he might just be hiding somewhere," I reassured him.
"I'm not worried about that; I'm just afraid he might be recruited by Yang Master and it would be even more dangerous then..." Before Death Apostle could finish, Hu Fang lazily walked out of the room, stretching.
Yawning, she said, "You guys are in danger every evening; there's never a moment of safety..."
Li Zhisheng interjected, "We don't want to be in danger either. It's not like we have a choice; who wouldn't want to live peacefully?"
"If it really gets bad, just call the police. Living in constant fear isn't a solution," Hu Fang suggested.
Hearing this, Death Apostle chuckled and replied, "You can call the police for criminal acts, but who do you call for Vengeful Spirits? Should we ask the King of Hell?"
Hu Fang had no response and shifted her attention to me, asking, "Shen Xu, weren't you going to the amusement park? When are we going?"
"We're leaving early tomorrow morning," I answered.
"Great! Finally, we can relax..." Hu Fang plopped down beside me.
Then everyone started chatting about trivial matters, and before we knew it, the afternoon slipped away. Just as dusk approached, a sudden series of urgent knocks echoed through the room.
"Could it be Yao Long returning? No, wait—I didn't give him a key. How did he get through the front door?" I thought as I hurried to the door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
From outside came Yao Long's anxious voice: "It's me! Yao Long!"
I quickly opened the door to find him supporting a bloodied man who stumbled into the room. Everyone gathered around in shock, asking in unison, "Who is this?" "How did he get so badly hurt?"
Amidst the murmurs, I heard Death Apostle exclaim, "Haoyang?! How could you be injured like this?" With that, Death Apostle took the bloodied man, whom he referred to as Haoyang, from Yao Long's hands.
Seeing this, I quickly instructed Hu Fang and Li Zhisheng to find some first aid supplies while I assisted Death Apostle in getting the blood-soaked man onto the sofa.
As soon as we laid him down, the man coughed several times, and a surge of fresh blood spilled from his mouth. Weakly, he opened his eyes and looked at Death Apostle before gasping, "Death... Mr. Death, you must leave... this... there’s..."
Due to the fresh blood flowing from his mouth again, he choked and couldn't finish his sentence. Death Apostle hurriedly reassured him, "Don't speak for now; let me take care of your wounds first..."
"Li Zhisheng, Hu Fang! Hurry up..." I urged as I headed toward the room where the supplies were kept.
Just a few steps in, I saw them carrying two boxes filled with all the medical supplies. Everyone was frantically rummaging through them for gauze and some hemostatic medicine.
Without thinking much, I stepped forward and tore open the man's blood-stained shirt. There were multiple wounds on his chest; judging by their shapes, most were likely caused by slashing attacks. The wounds weren't too deep and hadn't damaged any internal organs.
After we bandaged the obvious wounds on him, we used alcohol to clean away the blood. After taking some emergency medication, the man's complexion improved slightly.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked.
He nodded slightly. He wanted to speak but could only grimace in pain, letting out faint wheezes that showed how much he was suffering.
At that moment, Death Apostle introduced him to us: "This is one of my most capable subordinates, Haoyang. Aside from lacking a Void Spirit, his strength is not inferior to Yao Long's at all. The person who could injure him like this is certainly not ordinary." He then turned to Yao Long and asked, "Yao Long, where did you find Haoyang?"
Yao Long replied, "Just outside this area. At that time, I was drawn into an alley by a strong Killing Intent, but once inside, there was no one else except for Haoyang lying on the ground..." With that, he removed several arrows from his body and tossed them aside.
After listening to him, I pondered for a moment. "Death Apostle, since you say he is on par with Yao Long in strength, then someone who could injure him so severely in broad daylight must not be a Vengeful Spirit. It should be that Yang Master has already come looking for him..."
Hearing my words, the man lying on the sofa nodded repeatedly, as if trying to tell us that this place was no longer safe.
But at that moment, Death Apostle thought for a moment and said, "Isn't this perfect? Tonight we can take turns keeping watch and set off early tomorrow morning. They will definitely follow us. Once we reach the amusement park, where there are many people, they won't dare to act easily. At that point, we can slowly carry out our plan."
Death Apostle's suggestion aligned perfectly with my thoughts; I had been worried about whether we could attract their attention, but now it seemed like a stroke of luck.
However, the man on the sofa furrowed his brow, his eyes wide open as he stared intently at Death Apostle, as if trying to warn him not to proceed with this plan.
Death Apostle seemed oblivious to this and assumed that Haoyang was just showing pain. Yet I sensed something unusual and an unsettling feeling began to rise within me.
"Could it be that tomorrow's plan has to be abandoned? But there's no choice now; if we don't play this part, they might strike first." I thought to myself, feeling trapped in a dilemma once again. If we continued with the plan, this suddenly appearing man seemed to want to warn us about something. If we didn't go through with it, Death Apostle might be eliminated.
Out of desperation, I decided to share my concerns with Death Apostle. Upon hearing my worries, Death Apostle also felt something was off and asked, "Haoyang, do you want to tell us something? Have you noticed anything?"
He exerted all his strength to nod and weakly said, "He... knows about your plan..."
"What?!" I was startled and thought, "We haven't gone out at all; we've even applied Ghost Oil in the house. How could they know? Could there be a traitor among us?!" Suddenly, I recalled Gu Kai's earlier warning to be cautious of those around me.
"Could it be that among these people by my side, there is a traitor?!" The thought sent a chill down my spine.
Li Zhisheng noticed my unease and quietly asked, "Have you discovered something again?"
I hesitated to answer directly because this idea was merely a fleeting thought in my mind; perhaps Gu Kai wasn't referring to this matter at all. "I must not doubt my own people right now!" I silently chanted in my mind, trying to dispel that notion.
Yet that voice of doubt lingered like a curse from an Evil Spirit, swirling in my mind no matter how hard I tried to shake it off.
"I'm fine, maybe I'm just overthinking," I replied dismissively.
Li Zhisheng seemed to see right through my thoughts. He asked, "What do you think are the chances of Ming's plan succeeding?" His question drew everyone's attention to me.
I looked at their anxious expressions and fell into deep thought. The room fell silent as everyone waited for my answer. The atmosphere grew heavy, and I felt an immense weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
After a long pause, I said seriously, "If Yao Long is fine, the probability of success might be around twenty percent. However, if there is any deviation with Yao Long, the success rate could drop to less than ten percent. In other words, Death Apostle, your chance of dying is at least over ninety percent..."
I hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Do you still want to proceed with this plan?"
At that moment, a look of relief appeared on Death Apostle's face. He replied casually, "I thought you would say something different. The plan will proceed as scheduled; I'm fine with it..."
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