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I stood still alongside Siyuan, both of us frozen in place, as we realized that the ant-like creatures were identical to the bugs we had encountered at my house.
Su Anrong had always seemed invincible to me, fearless and unyielding, but I never expected him to be afraid of these bugs.
Yet, we had no idea what these creatures were afraid of.
"Wheat, run!" Su Anrong shouted, gripping his own right hand with his left. A bright flash of light surged through the air, and the bug that had crawled onto his right hand emitted a sizzling sound before vanishing. But it was only for an instant. The next moment, they reappeared, pouring out from that vessel in a continuous stream.
The vessel was that vessel.
I felt a twinge of anxiety at the sight of the densely packed bugs; my scalp prickled. But I couldn't just stand by and watch Su Anrong get consumed.
"Garlic, throw away the vessel!" Without thinking, I rushed over to grab it, but it seemed as if it were fused to Su Anrong's flesh; I couldn't budge it at all.
Clearly, Su Anrong couldn't throw it away either.
Desperation welled up inside me to the point of tears, but this wasn't the time for crying; I needed to think of a solution.
Watching those bugs burrow into Su Anrong's skin only to be forced out one by one made my mind race. I pulled out the medicine Rice had given me from my bag; it contained something that could repel evil spirits. However, I feared applying it to Su Anrong might harm him as well.
Before I could deliberate further, Su Anrong gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. His right arm detached from his body and fell to the ground.
I stared at him in shock as he grabbed my hand and urged me to run. "Hurry!"
As I followed him, I glanced back at his severed arm, which was instantly engulfed by those bugs. A wave of inexplicable pain shot through my heart. "Garlic! Your arm!"
Su Anrong clenched his teeth; I knew he was fighting against the pain to keep from crying out. "Don't worry about it," he said as he slammed the door of the hospital room shut behind us.
"We need to find Zhang Mengdi."
"Why would we look for her when you're like this? We should go back to Siyuan!" It suddenly struck me that Siyuan was nowhere to be found.
"Wheat, I know you don't want her to die. You don't want any student from your school to die. I'll protect them for you. Don't worry; those bugs can't harm me. My arm will grow back on its own."
Just as I was speaking, I heard a rustling sound behind me. Turning my head, I saw those insects crawling out from the crack in the door. They came out in large swarms, rushing towards us like a massive black cloth.
I was so frightened that I turned to run, but I noticed Su Anrong standing still, a slight smirk on his lips as he extended his left hand.
Centered around his hand, the air seemed to twist and swirl. Before the insects could get close to him, they were drawn into a black vortex created by the distortion of the air—Madou Bianba.
"Overestimating yourselves," Su Anrong muttered arrogantly under his breath. With a gentle squeeze of his palm, the cacophony of the insects gradually transformed into a stream of Azure Smoke and vanished without a trace.
Was this considered an instant kill?
"You aren't afraid of them at all," I asked in astonishment.
"Of course not."
"Then why did you tell me to run?"
"Your legs are short. If there was any danger, you might not be able to escape, so I wanted you, the short-legged silly bird, to fly away first."
A silly bird that flies first is still short-legged.
Su Anrong, if your arm is broken, then let it be; I curse you never to grow it back. You clearly weren't scared just now, yet you acted so tense. I really couldn't understand what he meant.
Wait, was it possible that what made him so anxious wasn't those insects at all, but rather that noble?
I was about to ask him for clarification when he suddenly grabbed my head and ruffled my hair before pushing me forward. "Let's go. Siyuan should have gone to find Zhang Mengdi too; we need to catch up with her."
"Su Anrong, that noble—"
"Check your phone for signal and call Zhang Mengdi," Su Anrong ignored my words.
I took out my phone, surprised to find that there was a signal. I quickly called Zhang Mengdi, but to my astonishment, I heard a burst of laughter on the other end.
In that moment, I felt like I had been played. Zhang Mengdi, I could just strangle you.
"Wheat! Hahaha, are you at the hospital?"
"What do you think?" I replied, trying to keep my cool. I wasn't going to stoop to her level, but I could hear myself grinding my teeth.
"Actually, I was just messing with you! I'm in the dorm. Where are you guys?"
You’re really something else, Zhang Mengdi.
"I have a message for you: the farther your thoughts wander, the farther you can roll away from me."
"I'm not rolling anywhere! You promised I'd get to stay in Room 308 for a night and that everyone would wash my clothes for a week. Don't forget!"
I hung up the phone, feeling an urge to smash it into pieces.
"Hey, sweetheart, what's with all the hostility?"
"Let’s go back. We’ve been played. Zhang Mengdi isn’t even here, Siyuan!" I called out for Siyuan, looking around.
But no one responded.
Where did she run off to? Siyuan wasn’t the type to leave us behind and run off on her own.
So I called Chen Siyuan again. The call connected quickly, and her voice came through: "Wheat! Hurry and help! There are so many of them!"
"Where are you?"
"I don’t know! I just saw a shadow and followed it. This place looks like a conference room."
"Garlic, Siyuan is in the conference room." I hung up the phone and quickly pulled Garlic along as we rushed towards the conference room. Fortunately, I had paid attention to the route when I came during the day and knew the general direction of the conference room.
Su Anrong's right hand, which he had severed himself, was gradually revealing a transparent shadow. I pouted and said, "With such a skill, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"
"Of course I'm afraid of that," he shrank his neck.
"But it can grow back, right?"
"Yeah, but if my head gets chopped off, I'll be left with a scar the size of a bowl on my neck. How ugly is that?"
I was speechless and returned to my initial confusion: "So, what about that noble?"
"Wife, we're here."
Wow, that was fast.
Looking up, I indeed saw the words "Conference Room." Inside, there was a sudden scream that startled me into kicking the door open without thinking.
However, when I saw the scene inside, I felt like I was going to faint.
Chen Siyuan was sitting at the large conference table, surrounded by people. No, those people's features were somewhat blurred, their faces extremely pale; some even had blood flowing from their eyes. They were not human at all.
Several pale hands reached out to grab Chen Siyuan, who swatted away a hand on her left only for another to come from her right. She swatted that one away too, but another hand appeared from the left again. She kept screaming, "Ah ah!"
I initially thought she was in danger, but to my surprise, she was being treated like a monkey on the table.
Seeing me, she was overjoyed. "Wheat, come here! Damn it, these ghosts are so hard to deal with!"
"If they're that difficult to handle, then don't drag me into this mess." With that, I tried to close the door. Chen Siyuan didn't seem to be in danger; it looked like ghosts were just hanging out with other ghosts without much issue.
But suddenly, a ghostly white hand reached out and grabbed the door, preventing me from closing it. Then a middle-aged man's head with stitches across his face poked out. "Little girl, since you're here, why not join us for some fun?"
"I can't play, you all have fun." I gestured for Su Anrong to leave quickly.
But he asked curiously, "What are you playing?"
"Guess, guess, guess," the ghost said with a grin, looking quite excited.
"Guess my foot, just say it directly," Su Anrong frowned, and I frowned along with him.
The ghost paused for a moment and replied, "I already said it, you guess, guess, guess."
I looked at him and then at Chen Siyuan, who was surrounded inside. Suddenly, I understood. "You mean you're guessing about her."
"Exactly! You guess, guess, guess, that's how we play. That guy said he's a ghost, but we don't think so. We haven't guessed the right answer yet."
"She's a girl, not a guy." Has everyone lost their sight? She's clearly wearing a skirt after my makeover.
"Then why don't you guess what she is?" The ghost pulled me directly into the meeting room and made me sit down. All the other ghosts turned to look at me. Unlike this friendly ghost, their faces seemed to scream "Keep your distance."
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