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But everything was in vain. Hu Xiaoyi struggled desperately, showing no signs of waking up. Soon, Liang Xi let out a terrible scream; Hu Xiaoyi had bitten into his arm. I couldn't tell how much force was used, but I immediately saw blood seeping from Liang Xi's arm.
At that moment, I felt particularly anxious. If Liang Xi couldn't withstand the pain and let go, then Hu Xiaoyi's knife would plunge directly into my body. I knew that people have reflexive actions; when startled, they often do things they don't intend to do. If Liang Xi let go, it would be understandable, and I had already mentally prepared myself for being stabbed.
But unexpectedly, Liang Xi did not let go. This honest and simple Shandong man, after letting out a scream, tightly closed his mouth. He gritted his teeth, displaying all his pain on his face, yet his grip remained unchanged. No matter how hard Hu Xiaoyi bit, he did not release his hold.
A few minutes later, Hu Xiaoyi lifted his head; his mouth was bloody and filled with a piece of cloth and... a chunk of fresh red flesh. The flesh fell from his mouth, and I instinctively looked at Liang Xi; his face had turned pale from the pain. At that moment, I was so moved that I almost cried.
The pain of having a piece of flesh bitten off is something most people cannot comprehend. But you should understand that this pain is comparable to any form of torture in the world. I never expected Liang Xi to endure it. His arm quickly became soaked in blood, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans continuously rolled down his forehead. I didn't know what to say; I only knew that even now, whenever I think back to that scene from years ago, my heart is still filled with emotion.
A true friend can take a knife for you. Many people have said this phrase, but how many can actually do it? Liang Xi did it, so even after graduation, we have maintained a close relationship.
Because he is my lifesaver; a scar will forever remain on his arm as a testament to our friendship!
He showed me what a true iron man is!
It’s not about being able to fight ten people; it’s about having the spirit to endure inhuman pain for others!
Hu Xiaoyi remained oblivious; he spat out the flesh from his mouth and bit down again. It seemed as if he would bite off Liang Xi's entire arm if he didn't let go. The sound of Liang Xi's teeth grinding echoed as he buried his face in Hu Xiaoyi's hair, as if only by doing so could he suppress his body's instincts. In the face of this situation, I had no way out. The White Olive Amulet was only one piece; it suppressed what was affecting Liang Xi but could no longer influence Hu Xiaoyi. I had to choose between the two of them.
From a personal perspective, I felt Liang Xi was the best choice. He was strong enough and could endure; only he could help us hold on until Second Uncle arrived. If it were Hu Xiaoyi instead, he would probably have collapsed on the ground gasping for breath long ago.
To say it was for survival or to call it selfish, I did not tell Liang Xi that the Amulet could be removed to bind Hu Xiaoyi's curse. This matter left me feeling very guilty, but at that time, there was no better solution. Thus, I hated my own foolishness even more; if I had thought of it sooner and not been deceived by those superficial things, things would not have developed to this extent.
When Hu Xiaoyi bit down for the second time, I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the dormitory door was kicked open. I heard Second Uncle's voice and also the Dormitory Supervisor shouting, "You can't barge into student dormitories! I've already called the police!"
Second Uncle didn't care about that. Upon seeing what was happening in the room, he immediately understood. He quickly shut the door again and shouted a few phrases in Thai. Then, a man dressed in black approached. He reached out a hand and pressed it on Hu Xiaoyi's head, chanting a soothing and resonant incantation.
Hu Xiaoyi's body trembled a few times before slowly loosening her grip. The man in black signaled Liang Xi to help Hu Xiaoyi onto the bed while pulling out an Iron Box from his pocket. The Iron Box contained some ointment-like substance; he took some out and applied it to Hu Xiaoyi's forehead, gently massaging it for a moment before continuing to chant.
Second Uncle helped me up from the bed and anxiously asked, "Where are you hurt? Child, speak! Don't scare your uncle!"
I felt weak all over and couldn't talk to him; I could only manage a faint smile. My smile nearly scared Second Uncle out of his wits. In his words, my smile looked like a farewell scene from a movie. He thought to himself that if Child died, he would be buried alive by the old man! So without saying anything further, he picked me up and rushed toward the hospital.
The Dormitory Supervisor intercepted us at the door, saying that the police were on their way and forbidding him to leave. For the sake of survival, Second Uncle didn't care about respecting elders or loving the young. After explaining several times to the Dormitory Supervisor with no effect, he became furious and kicked him down before sprinting downstairs.
In the middle of the night, such a commotion woke everyone in the building. They saw a man carrying me as he ran, and someone shouted, "Good job! Best wishes to you! Long live elopement!"
From that day on, everyone in school knew that a young man named Shen Yi had been carried away from the dormitory by another man in the middle of the night. Their love story was one for the ages, touching and immortal. I just couldn't understand—does being carried away count as elopement? But there was no way to explain this; I couldn't just tell anyone that was my Second Uncle! Besides, who would believe such an explanation? What does it mean when you say there’s no silver here?
That phrase is truly misleading; clearly nothing happened, but once explained, people would use that line against you.
Second Uncle stuffed me into the car and drove straight to the hospital. Soon after, several police cars followed us like an escort. I felt quite helpless; what on earth was happening...
Upon arriving at the hospital, Second Uncle directly registered for emergency care. Before any examination could take place, officers from the police station arrived. To them, this was a big deal because according to the Dormitory Supervisor's report, two bandits had broken into the school at night with intentions to harm young students. They were extremely vicious and possibly habitual offenders!
Thus, Second Uncle made a big scene at the hospital. Once the handcuffs were on, he was directly shoved into the police car. I was stunned; what would happen now that Second Uncle had been arrested?
However, less than twenty minutes later, Second Uncle returned, cursing loudly and scolding the accompanying police officers: "I brought my nephew to the hospital, how did I become a bandit? Can you trust that old man's words? How is your IQ like the emergency number—both are zero?"
I don't know what happened with those police officers, but they were all smiling at Second Uncle, saying it was a misunderstanding. When Second Uncle arrived at the emergency room and saw me still sitting in the chair, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted at the doctor: "What are you doing? Are you watching a movie? You’re supposed to treat him; why is there still no movement? Have you drawn blood? What’s wrong with him?"
The doctor, perhaps sensing Second Uncle's influence from the police's attitude, didn’t say much and directly drew a large vial of blood from me. They tested for everything from Hepatitis A and Hepatitis B to AIDS, ruling everything out. Then they informed Second Uncle that I had mistakenly ingested a substance with anesthetic properties and would be fine after a few hours—nothing serious. Second Uncle didn’t believe it and insisted that the doctor examine me thoroughly from head to toe, even taking X-rays of my fingers. Only after confirming there were no other issues did he finally relax.
After all that commotion, the police had already left. I regained some strength and remembered Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi, quickly asking Second Uncle how they were doing. He said that with Azan Kunsha around, no evil spirits could escape. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected an old acquaintance to be involved this time. Second Uncle asked me what exactly happened; wasn’t I using an Amulet to suppress the curse? Why had it escalated so much?
I sighed, stared at him for a moment, hesitated for a long time before saying, "Another roommate has something on him too; I suspect it might be caused by Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying."
"Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying?" Second Uncle thought for a moment and then widened his eyes: "Isn't that the one you brought back last time? Impossible!"
His tone was decisive, but I no longer trusted him unconditionally. Liang Xi clearly had something sinister about him, and since he hadn’t been affected by Evil Arts, it could only be due to influence from minor spirits. Given Liang Xi's personality, he wouldn’t have interacted with any spirits other than Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying.
Second Uncle could sense my frustration and said, "You don’t know anything; that little spirit doesn’t have any essence; how could it possibly cause any harm!"
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