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Mo Shu was grinning from ear to ear, but Hu Fang, Death Apostle, and I were exhausted, lying on the ground. Hu Fang remarked, "You kept your promise, but you really wore us out."
Hearing this, I turned my head and smiled, "You could say this is helping others..." But before I could finish, my smile froze on my face.
At that moment, Hu Fang was lying sideways on the ground. Her loose clothing had shifted, revealing part of her fair back. To my shock, I noticed several blood-red marks imprinted on her skin. These marks didn’t look like bruises from lifting heavy objects or injuries from a collision; they appeared as if they had grown out from within her body.
Since I could only see part of the marks while the rest were obscured by her clothing, I cautiously said to Hu Fang, "Hu Fang, your back..."
Before I could finish, Hu Fang seemed to realize her back was exposed and quickly pulled her clothes tighter. "What are you staring at? Pervert!"
"No, no! That's not it! It looks like there's something on your back." I sat up nervously.
Meanwhile, Mo Shu, who was munching on jujubes nearby, noticed our unusual expressions and asked me, "Hey Buddy, sit on the chair. What's wrong?"
Death Apostle also sat up and quietly asked me, "What did you see?"
"Marks... It seems like there are some marks on Hu Fang's back..." I whispered in response. Then I got up and helped both Hu Fang and Death Apostle to their feet, guiding Hu Fang to sit in a chair in the hall.
Mo Shu called out for someone to take away the bags of jujubes I had brought and then joined us. He looked us over and asked, "Buddy, what's going on? Is something wrong?"
At that moment, I wasn't sure if I had seen things incorrectly, so I couldn't answer him right away. I just suggested it might have been an injury from moving things earlier.
Upon hearing this, Mo Shu seemed to sense that I wasn't being entirely truthful. After a moment of hesitation, he followed my lead and said, "Injured? Then I'll go get you some medicine..." With that, he turned and walked toward a room behind me.
Meanwhile, Mo Shu's disciples had finished cleaning up the jujubes in the hall. The large space was now left with just me, Hu Fang, and Death Apostle.
"Hu Fang, do you feel anything strange?" I asked as I stood in front of Hu Fang sitting in the chair.
Seeing my serious expression made Hu Fang realize that something might be wrong. She reached behind her back to feel around and replied with confusion, "No... It doesn't hurt or itch. Shen Xu, what exactly did you see?"
"This is even stranger. There’s clearly a red mark, yet I feel nothing at all. Could it be like the mark on me? But from what I've seen, it doesn't seem like it..." I furrowed my brow and paced back and forth, contemplating what I had observed.
After a moment, I stopped and turned to Hu Fang. "Hu Fang, could you show me again?"
Hu Fang appeared a bit shy upon hearing this, her cheeks slowly flushing with a hint of red. "How can a boy casually ask to see something from a girl? I have a few female disciples here; let them help you." With that, Mo Shu emerged from the room with two young women, one of whom was the same girl who had been bickering with Li Zhisheng.
"Hu Fang, is that okay..." I tentatively asked Hu Fang.
She thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Thank you. I wanted to..." I intended to tell Mo Shu what I wanted to see, but he seemed to have already understood. He waved his hand to interrupt me, saying, "I know, don’t worry."
After that, he quietly instructed the two women behind him. Their voices were too low for me to hear clearly, but I saw them nod in understanding before they approached Hu Fang and led her into an adjacent room.
"They might need some time. Weren't you here to visit your friends? Why not go see them first? I'll call for you when they're ready," Mo Shu said as he slowly gestured toward the room across from us where Yao Long and Li Zhisheng were.
Upon hearing this, I thought it made sense; waiting around wasn’t productive. So, I decided to check on Li Zhisheng and the others first. With that in mind, I walked with Death Apostle toward the room Mo Shu had indicated.
Standing at the door, although I felt some anxiety inside, I didn’t want to cause more tension among everyone until things were certain. So, I took a deep breath to calm myself before stepping into the room.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng was already up; he was sitting alone by Yao Long's bed, flipping through a book.
"Li Zhisheng, we’re here," I said with a smile.
Hearing my voice, he put down the book and hurried over. "You finally came! These two have bored me to death. Those who kill paths don’t seem to be doing anything; there’s not even a shadow around. Most of the books here are about carving and manufacturing techniques—reading them is driving me crazy."
I replied, "No way! I think Mo Shu Old Senior is quite approachable. If it gets too dull, you could always hang out with him."
"He’s even more elusive than a dragon; sometimes he just shows up for a moment and then disappears again. Plus, this place is so labyrinthine that at night you can sometimes hear faint knocking sounds—it’s creepier than seeing a ghost..."
"There's nothing scary about you," a voice suddenly came from behind me. It was Mo Shu, who had appeared silently without me noticing.
"Oh, you’re not scary at all. You always sneak up on people like this," I replied as I turned around.
"For someone who practices cultivation, moving lightly is quite normal. It's you all who are too easily startled. By the way, the knocking sound your friend heard in the middle of the night was actually the noise made while forging the Black Soldier. What you may not know is that due to its special material, the Black Soldier can only be cast and not forged, and it can only be shaped at night. So, some things must be done in the evening..." He then pulled out a jujube from somewhere, popped it into his mouth, and opened his hand towards me. "Would you like some?"
He was asking if we wanted to eat, but there was only one jujube in his palm.
Seeing this, the three of us exchanged glances and politely declined, "You go ahead; we don't really like this."
"Is that so? What a pity. Eating more of this is good for your health." With that, Mo Shu withdrew his hand. Just then, Hu Fang and two of Mo Shu's female disciples walked in from outside, one of whom was holding a piece of grass paper.
I vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a red pattern on the paper she held...
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