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As the tip of the knife pierced through, Wang Bin's eyes suddenly filled with a torrent of blood. His body, which Er Ye had lifted with one hand, trembled slightly, and he let out a series of sobs from his throat.
"Stop! If there's anything, come at me!" I shouted angrily at Er Ye from my bed, unable to move.
At that moment, seeing the unyielding expression on Er Ye's face filled me with rage. I wanted nothing more than to leap off the bed and kill him right then and there.
However, Er Ye did not lower the knife upon hearing my voice. He slowly turned his head to look at me and said, "I almost forgot about you... How is your situation coming along?" With that, he pulled the knife out of Wang Bin's right eye and casually tossed it into the corner.
Wang Bin then clutched his bleeding eye and let out a series of pitiful wails.
Watching Wang Bin writhing in agony in the corner filled me with fury, but I could not act on it. If I confronted Er Ye directly now, although he might not harm me at this moment, Wang Bin could very well fall victim to his cruelty again.
So I had no choice but to comply with his words: "Did you not give me three hours? The time isn't up yet; I will naturally tell you the results when the time comes."
Er Ye leaned closer to the bed and smiled. "You might not know this, but after the leader gave you a sedative, you've been asleep for a while now. Today is the second day; you only have one hour left... However, since you are so confident, I will trust you. Just remember what I said." He feigned a smile before turning to leave.
Once he exited the room, I hurriedly looked towards Wang Bin in the corner. He was still moaning in pain, and I anxiously asked, "Wang Bin? How are you holding up?"
He did not respond, seemingly unable to speak due to the pain.
I sighed deeply, wanting to help him but feeling utterly powerless as I watched him roll back and forth on the ground in agony...
I don't know how long it passed, but Wang Bin's cries gradually subsided. Whether it was because the pain had lessened or he had simply grown accustomed to it was unclear.
After a moment, his voice came from the corner: "Shen, I'm sorry; it's all my fault..." Wang Bin said as he leaned against the wall and staggered to his feet.
Seeing this, I quickly replied, "Don't say that; this isn't your fault. It's all because of me... If you hadn't brought me food, none of this would have happened... Wang Bin, it's my fault that you're in this situation; I'm the one who should be apologizing." After saying this, I felt a mix of emotions and didn't know how to comfort him properly.
Wang Bin slowly walked to the medicine cabinet, one hand covering his eye, searching for medicine in the dim candlelight. He said, "Let's not argue about who's right or wrong. Ever since I entered this cursed place, I knew I wouldn't be able to leave alive... maybe this is just my fate."
I lay on the bed, watching him search for medicine. It seemed like he had done this before, which made me realize he must often get injured and then secretly come to find medicine to treat himself.
"If I can recover, I'll find a way to get you out of here," I said, though I lacked confidence in my own words, as I was struggling to ensure my own survival.
To my surprise, Wang Bin replied, "That's impossible. When we came in here, something was injected into our bodies—some Demonic Mark. We have to take certain substances regularly; if we don't, we could die..."
"So you are being imprisoned?!" I exclaimed in shock.
By this time, Wang Bin had somewhat cleaned his wound and was wrapping gauze and bandages around his head. Seeing that I was unaware of this situation, he merely acknowledged with a slight nod and said nothing more.
Once he finished treating his wound, I noticed he didn't seem close to breaking down from losing an eye; instead, he appeared accustomed to it. After a simple treatment, he came to my bedside and said, "Shen, look at this..." He rolled up his blood-stained sleeve in front of me.
In the dim candlelight, I vaguely saw many red veins of varying thickness on his arm. These veins were not blood vessels but rather bulging tendons that looked more like plant roots spreading up from his wrist.
"What is this..." I murmured softly, confused.
"I don't know what it is either. I've seen someone try to escape before, but they were caught and brought back. When they returned, that person had lost all human form—like a skinned monster. Then the people managing us brought that person in front of us and told us this is what happens..." At this point, Wang Bin's simple treatment of his wound failed as blood began to seep out again. He quickly stopped talking and pressed his hand against the wound.
Seeing this, I expressed my concern for him: "Alright, I understand now. You should find someone to help you with your wound; you can't go on like this."
Wang Bin gasped in pain and after a moment said, "Everyone is like this here. There are a few doctors around, but they only treat the 'adults'—they won't care about us at all. You see, I stitched my leg myself before..."
He stepped back a few paces and rolled up both pant legs. It was then that I realized Wang Bin's legs were merely two thick wooden sticks sewn together at the knee with steel needles and some thread to serve as replacements for his legs. However, due to poor hygiene and lack of professional treatment, the stitches had become inflamed and infected, causing the skin to begin rotting.
"This..." I stared in shock, unable to utter a single word.
"It's not just me; many others are the same. If you don't obey, you'll get beaten, and if it gets worse, they'll chop off your hands and feet..." At this point, Wang Bin covered his injured eye and lowered his head.
I thought to myself, the way Yang Master has become now, that leader truly deserves the blame. However, the urgent matter at hand was to figure out what to do next and where Yao Long was. If this continued, I would surely meet my end here...
With that in mind, I decided to let Wang Bin go back to rest. His eye was injured, and I couldn't help him; staying here might only lead to more beatings. So I said, "Wang Bin, you should head back. Otherwise, you'll be discovered again..."
Just as he was about to respond, footsteps echoed outside once more. This time, the sound was not hurried but rather calm. Hearing this, I quickly gestured for Wang Bin to hide in the cabinet.
Wang Bin understood and nodded. At this moment, he didn't have time to think much; he hurriedly found a cabinet, opened the door, and squeezed inside.
After a moment, the footsteps stopped at the door, followed by the voice of Sun Warrior Leader: "I figured the medicine should have worn off by now, so I came to check on you..." As he spoke, Sun Warrior Leader stepped into the candlelight holding something in his hand...
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