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I was taken aback, stepping back a few paces as I thought, "Could Yao Long have turned into that kind of ghost?!" At the same time, Li Zhisheng also instinctively retreated a few steps, casting a wary glance at Yao Long, as if he suspected that Yao Long might transform into that ghost.
But then I reconsidered; it seemed unlikely. After all, ghosts control human bodies through possession, and Yao Long was already protected by the Void Spirit within him. It would be nearly impossible for an ordinary ghost to possess him.
"What did you get this from?!" Death Apostle didn't retreat like Li Zhisheng and I did; instead, he stood beside Yao Long, nervously staring at the wound on his hand.
Yao Long ignored Death Apostle. He suddenly turned around and quickly walked to the tea table, grabbing the fruit knife that was resting there.
Seeing this, I felt a chill run down my spine, fearing he might do something extreme. I rushed over and grabbed his hand holding the knife. At the same time, Li Zhisheng followed me closely, his palm enveloped in dark smoke, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
Yao Long frowned deeply at our intervention and said sternly, "Let go of me! I'm not trying to hurt you!"
Seeing his serious expression, I reluctantly loosened my grip on his hand and asked, "What do you want to do?!"
But Yao Long had no intention of explaining. He raised the fruit knife and gritted his teeth before stabbing it into his own arm.
Instantly, bright red blood began to flow profusely from his arm. Hu Fang gasped in shock at the sight and stumbled backward in terror, accidentally falling onto the sofa.
Yet Yao Long did not release the knife after stabbing himself; instead, he continued to grip the handle tightly and slowly dragged it across the wound. In an instant, he cut a gash longer than the initial ten-centimeter wound, blood gushing down his arm like a fountain onto the floor.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed in disbelief as I looked at Yao Long, who was now drenched in sweat.
He gritted his teeth and replied, "I think I've been afflicted by some kind of Gu Technique. If I don't remove it quickly, not only will I lose this arm, but I might lose my life!"
With that, he meticulously cut around the ten-centimeter wound until all the surrounding flesh was severed. Then he shouted loudly and forcefully pulled out a chunk of flesh that had already begun to sprout tendrils.
In that moment, his legs buckled beneath him as he collapsed into a pool of blood on the ground. The fruit knife fell from his hand with a clatter.
Seeing this, I hurried to support him. "But you'll bleed to death like this!" As I spoke, I noticed Yao Long's eyelids drooping and his lips turning pale; his sweat-soaked face was devoid of color.
He struggled to say to me, "At least I won't..." Before he could finish, his head tilted and he was about to collapse. At that moment, Death Apostle quickly leaned in to check Yao Long's face and shouted, "Quick! Call an ambulance!" He crawled over to the Tea Table, grabbed the phone, and immediately dialed for emergency help.
Hu Fang and I didn’t dare to waste any time. While waiting for the ambulance, we found a first aid kit and used some hemostatic powder and bandages to temporarily wrap Yao Long's bleeding arm.
Before long, we heard the urgent sound of an ambulance siren coming from downstairs. Without a word, I picked up Yao Long and rushed down.
There was silence during the journey, and after about ten minutes, we finally arrived at the hospital. After some emergency treatment, Yao Long was out of danger, but the doctor said he had lost too much blood and wouldn’t be able to go home tonight; he would have to stay in the hospital.
Seeing this, I didn’t say much more, and everyone stayed to accompany Yao Long.
"What on earth happened to him? Why did he suddenly get infected with Gu Technique?!" Death Apostle asked anxiously while looking at the still unconscious Yao Long in the hospital room.
After hearing this, Li Zhisheng and I recounted everything we had witnessed in detail.
Upon finishing our account, Death Apostle said, "So you don’t really know how he got hurt; you only heard that he was attacked by a ghost..." He frowned and fell into deep thought, his lips trembling slightly as if he were muttering something silently.
I closely observed his lips and deciphered what he was trying to say. It turned out he was repeatedly whispering "Yang Master."
Realizing this, I asked, "What? Do you think it was someone from the Yang Master who did this to Yao Long?"
Before Death Apostle could respond, Li Zhisheng interjected, "I don't think that's possible. The techniques of Yin and Yang and Gu Technique are not related; they are independent systems. So it’s unlikely that it was someone from the Yang Master..."
However, Death Apostle waved his hand dismissively. "No, you haven't truly encountered the Yang Master; you don't understand. They are cunning and unscrupulous. To achieve their goals, they will stop at nothing. It's very possible that they learned Gu Technique from the Miao Family for some sinister plan..."
Hearing this, I thought for a moment. "It's too early to draw conclusions about this now. Don't forget that Yao Long knows a bit about Gu Technique. Once he wakes up, we can just ask him."
Seeing my reasoning, everyone nodded in agreement. After that, we didn’t discuss anything further; we patiently waited outside the hospital room until morning.
The next morning, Li Zhisheng and I were feeling a bit exhausted after the events of the previous night. We had leaned against a bench and fallen asleep until dawn, when Hu Fang shook us awake. It was then that I realized I had actually dozed off.
Rubbing my eyes, I stood up from the bench and asked, "How is it? Has Yao Long woken up?"
Hu Fang nodded and replied, "He has been awake for a while now. The doctor just gave him a glucose injection and treated his wounds, which helped restore some color to his face."
Upon hearing this, I turned to look at the still-sleepy Li Zhisheng and shook his shoulder vigorously. "Hey, wake up! Yao Long is awake; let's go see him..."
As soon as Li Zhisheng heard that Yao Long was awake, he quickly opened his eyes and said, "Huh? He's already awake?" He then stood up, and the three of us hurried into the hospital room.
As soon as we entered, we saw Death Apostle already standing by the bedside. He was asking Yao Long if he wanted anything to eat while preparing to get up and buy breakfast. When he noticed us, he said, "You're just in time. I'm going out to get some food for Yao Long; can you keep an eye on him for me?"
Hearing this, I quickly grabbed him and said, "No, I'll go instead. You're in a very dangerous situation right now. If you go out recklessly and get spotted by Yang Master, what will we do?!"
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