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The warm current rushed over every inch of skin, yet it couldn't wash away the melancholy in his heart. Sweat is a bodily fluid that closely resembles the color of skin. However, Xiao Qiang noticed that his sweat was red...
There was nothing particularly special about the morning; all plans remained unchanged. Yet, perhaps it was a subconscious reaction when Chixia appeared before him. Xiao Qiang took a careful glance at her and felt nothing unusual.
Nalan's actions last night were underhanded, and he seemed to carry a sense of guilt. Upon seeing Xiao Qiang, he appeared somewhat unnatural, suddenly becoming overly polite. The three of them rode their motorcycles through Eagle City, heading southeast into a vast expanse of barren land, where the sun shone through gaps in the clouds, casting rays of light.
Nalan said, "This is a good omen."
Xiao Qiang, however, was not so optimistic. Time seemed ordinary to most people. But after experiencing the nightmare from last night, his mindset had changed drastically. He didn't want to tell Nalan not to celebrate too early; time could play a deadly joke on you when you least expect it.
He knew well that the harsher the environment, the faster time slipped away—like sand slipping through fingers, impossible to grasp. Looking up at the sky, he had a premonition that by the time they reached Shipyard as the sun set, a large number of vampires would appear.
With a speed like lightning, a strong wind rushed past them. Two swirling clouds of dust rose up like two giant dragons playing as they flowed eastward through the mist.
Even with a mask helmet on, the biting cold wind seeped in through the ventilation holes from the side. It felt as if his skin was being scraped off his cheeks; it was painfully uncomfortable.
Xiao Qiang wanted to warn Nalan to be careful of anyone carrying steel pipes when they got to Shipyard.
He repeatedly thought about iron pipes piercing Nalan's abdomen, blood flowing out along the pipe. The vividness of that image nearly disrupted his previous decision and made him want to refuse to go with him.
But what would happen if he really refused? How could he explain it to Nalan? Besides, it was just a dream; no one would believe him. They might think he was intentionally trying to make things difficult for Chixia. She had gripped his waist tightly, making him feel genuinely uncomfortable.
He opened his mouth to say to her, "Relax." But as soon as the words left his lips, they were swept away by the howling cold wind.
In the specialized helmet's telescopic lens, the blurry outline of Shipyard appeared ahead. A flickering light caught his eye; it was Fallen One using binoculars to watch them. Xiao Qiang slammed down on the throttle, increasing their speed from 120 mph to 260 mph.
What had been two motorcycles riding side by side instantly widened their distance. Nalan cursed behind him but didn’t dare accelerate like Xiao Qiang did. A speed of 120 mph was already his limit; he couldn't understand how this nearly insane kid managed to speed up to 260 mph without any issue.
Shipyard lay in ruins, filled with a pervasive smell of rust. An iron ladder climbed up to the top of Shipyard; from afar, Young Corruptor spotted them and cautiously gripped a steel pipe in hand.
Bag was already on Nalan, and the plan of Xiao Qiang was to eliminate this Young Corruptor first, believing that Nalan would then be safe. He intentionally created distance between them, arriving a step ahead.
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Jianjian didn’t know if it was her first time waking from a deep slumber; she refused to eat the foul-smelling food served in a broken bowl. It wasn’t just foul; it was a Stench. Flies with green Wings buzzed around the stinky food, making it impossible for her to swallow anything. More accurately, every cubic meter of space here reeked.
In the days that followed, Jianjian carefully observed her surroundings and discovered that she was not the only one imprisoned here. There were many humans, all lamenting and sighing. The number of humans dwindled each day, while new ones were constantly shoved inside.
Jianjian had no idea where the disappearing humans went, but the newcomers always complained bitterly, causing chaos before succumbing to despair, helplessness, and tears as they struggled through each moment waiting for death.
The woman who had appeared once came to see her several times. She noticed that this little girl would rather starve than eat the food offered by the Fallen One. Deep down, she admired the girl’s courage and spirit.
This little girl was no ordinary person, yet her unusual traits remained undetectable.
When Jianjian woke up this time, she was surprised to find that the bowl contained not Stench food but rare candies and a large piece of fresh bread. Her stomach had long been too weak to churn with hunger; upon seeing these fragrant foods, her appetite vanished.
Jianjian relied solely on her strong willpower, believing that one day Xiao Qiang Big Brother would come to rescue her.
“Little sister, tell me where you live, and I’ll take you home,” said the woman.
Jianjian weakly blinked her eyes and gently shook her head, struggling to say, “I… don’t… know… you.”
“My surname is Mei; I’m a good friend of your Big Brother.”
Jianjian stared blankly at her enchanting face, not believing the woman’s words.
This woman resembled a fairy, somewhat like those man-eating creatures from mythology. How could Xiao Qiang be friends with a fairy?
At that moment, a figure with two sharp teeth in its mouth approached the door and entered mysteriously. Leaning close to the woman named Mei, it whispered something in her ear before both of them walked out together.
Jianjian had no strength to continue watching; she preferred to lie comfortably without moving.
In the adjacent cage, someone noticed the food placed in front of her cage. One by one, they chirped and clamored, eager to eat her special portion.
Jianjian couldn't be bothered with these hungry creatures. Although she lacked the energy to move, she could still think. She secretly speculated whether something significant had happened here, especially since that strange creature had entered earlier in such a mysterious manner.
Jianjian's speculation was not wrong.
The Shipyard had indeed received an unusual visitor.
Under the dim light, in a temporary reception area, a rat-faced fellow appeared anxious, pacing back and forth.
When footsteps echoed at the door, his eyes lit up. He hurried outside, eager to pull open the door and see who it was. However, as he reached for the door handle, he realized that after entering, those wicked beings had locked the door from the outside.
A sense of foreboding crept into his mind. He suddenly regretted trying to take revenge for a mere handful of coins by daring to venture into this hellish Shipyard to seek help from humanity's nemesis, the Fallen One.
Nervousness, fear, and dread caused cold sweat to pour from his face. It wasn't just his face; every pore on his body was sweating profusely. He felt like he was sending a sheep into the tiger's den—he was nothing but a foolish lamb.
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