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I opened my eyes and vaguely saw someone pressing down on me. It wasn't an arrow; it was a person, with the arrows embedded in the ground beside us. I realized that I had indeed been rolling on the ground, and this person had held onto me, quickly rolling a few times to avoid the arrows raining down from above.
At that moment, my senses cleared, and I felt the warm breath of the person above me, instantly relaxing me. This person's presence was calm and gentle, definitely not Ren Pingsheng; that feeling was entirely different.
This was Nie Qiuyuan; I was certain of it. It was really him!
As I focused, I found that what faced me was not a human face but a beautifully crafted mask.
It wasn't Qiuyuan; it was Night.
He gently bit his lip, warm liquid dripping down into my neck. In an instant, I understood, and my heart sank.
"Night! You're hurt?"
"It's nothing," he replied hoarsely. This was the first time I had heard his voice without ventriloquism; it sounded pleasant, with a strangely familiar quality, like an old acquaintance.
I embraced him, struggling to lift my head for a better look. I noticed a short arrow embedded in his left shoulder, blood continuously seeping out and staining his Deep Blue clothing black.
It was him who had saved me in this critical moment, using his body to shield me from an unavoidable arrow.
A surge of warmth filled my heart, and tears nearly spilled from my eyes. Thankfully, thankfully, it hadn't hit anything vital. I trembled as I said, "Night, let me take a look."
"It's nothing serious; there's no poison," he said as he propped himself up with his right hand and pulled me up as well. His expression was calm, as if he thought it was perfectly normal for someone like me to end up in such a bizarre situation.
However, it was extremely strange for Night Phantom to appear here at such a critical moment. But I didn't have time to think about that now because he had already drenched me in blood.
"You've lost so much blood; let me see!" I exclaimed as I saw him reaching for the short arrow in his shoulder. Panic surged within me. "Please don't pull it out!"
Night Phantom was truly a warrior. In such a situation, it should have hurt a lot, yet he managed to smile faintly.
"Do you think I'm foolish?"
He seemed to channel his inner strength, and with a graceful flick of his fingers, the shaft of the short arrow snapped, leaving only the Arrowhead embedded in his flesh.
The arrowhead was barbed. If one were to pull it out forcefully, the consequences could be dire. Ancient masters would surely understand this better; my worries were indeed unnecessary.
He gestured for me to cut open his clothing to expose the wound. To be honest, the injury looked quite horrific, blood and flesh mangled together. Yet when he saw that I held the knife he had given me, he smiled happily.
"How about that? I'm useful, right?"
"Yeah, you've saved me several times," I replied candidly.
"Zhenzhen, use the knife to dig out the Arrowhead."
I inhaled sharply. I had only dealt with Corpse, never extracted anything from a Living Person. Moreover, without anesthesia, based on neurological principles, he should have been in excruciating pain.
"What’s wrong? Are you too scared?" The handsome man challenged me with a look. His lips were slightly pale, but he didn’t even tremble.
"Nonsense!" I fell for his provocation. Gritting my teeth, I moved around to his back. I knew this was the best approach and that the harder and quicker I acted, the less pain he would feel. But still...
I held the dagger over the fire pit, heating it thoroughly to sterilize it. Then, pressing down on his shoulder, I unhesitatingly plunged the blade into his wound.
Blood gushed out again. I told myself that this person was dead and felt nothing anymore. So I focused solely on how to extract the Arrowhead more effectively and quickly, not thinking at all about whether he would suffer from my actions. My patient was remarkably cooperative, almost like a corpse—he didn't make a sound or move at all.
In less than two minutes, I successfully extracted the Arrowhead. Only then did Night Phantom let out a long sigh, "You really are ruthless!"
His gaze held no resentment towards me; instead, it seemed to convey admiration, with a hint of mischief. He handed me a packet of powder, instructing me to sprinkle it on his wounds. Once the medicine was applied, I tore off a piece of my clothing and used modern first aid techniques to tightly bandage his injuries.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"What about you?" he countered.
"How did you end up here? Is it already night?"
Night Phantom chuckled lightly. "Do you think I'm a ghost that can only come out at night? Besides, shouldn't we be more concerned about the fact that we can't get out?"
It was then that I noticed the revolving door had seemingly locked tight after completing its rotation, trapping us in a sealed chamber. Moreover, this place didn’t seem welcoming at all; there were no other furnishings, just numerous Iron Locks hanging on the walls, stained with blood, resembling a prison for captives.
I approached the door and pushed against it, but it didn’t budge. When my hand touched the surface, strange glowing patterns appeared on the door like something out of modern digital technology, startling me. Fortunately, nothing bizarre happened.
"Enough touching; it's not going to open. Rest and conserve your strength. If we're unlucky and someone comes by, we’ll have to fight."
I turned back to see Night Phantom sitting against the wall on the ground.
"But how do we get out? Isn’t this just waiting for death?"
"This is a time lock. Once triggered, you need to wait for a specific duration before it can be opened again. Judging by the appearance of this door, it’s probably locked for two hours. So, we might as well save our energy and wait here quietly for two hours."
A time lock? Such strange technology from ancient times; I had no idea what principle it operated on.
Reluctantly, I returned to sit beside him. His clothes were tattered and disheveled, yet he refused to remove his mask, giving him an eerie appearance.
In truth, under the flickering firelight, his disordered look was strikingly beautiful in a haunting way.
I had a million questions swirling in my mind. Night was not Ren Pingsheng, and I dared not ask him. He was also not Nie Qiuyuan, and I needed to maintain my image when addressing Nie Qiuyuan. But if it were Night, I could ask anything I wanted; the only problem was that I had too many questions at once and didn't know where to start.
"Alright, stop biting your lip. You'll break the skin," Night Phantom said. "You just want to know why I'm here, right?"
I nodded.
"What else could it be? Of course, I'm here to save you. You don't look like a fool, so when will you start making things easier for others?"
He scolded me, but there was no real reproach in his tone. Perhaps it was my imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of unspoken tenderness in his voice.
"But how did you know I was here?" This part felt utterly unbelievable no matter how I thought about it.
Suddenly, Night raised his right hand and extended two fingers in front of my eyes. Like magic, a Black Butterfly landed on his slender fingers, its size no bigger than a coin, its wings fluttering gently as if breathing like flower petals.
"It brought me here," Night Phantom said.
***The Mystery of Tang Chang'an Evening News Unveiled***
Reporter Fungus: Dear reader friends, do you remember the riddle “The Most Ferocious Tackle”? Who was the man who knocked Ye Ergu down to the ground? The answer is: Night Phantom! Did you guess correctly? For those who did, go buy a lottery ticket today!
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