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Before Nie Qiuyuan's words had faded, a long whistle echoed from a distance. It was unclear who it was, hidden deep within the towering structures, pursing their lips to let out a sharp whistle that pierced the night sky.
A group of black-clad assailants, indeed well-trained, sprang into action at the sound of the whistle. Their movements were sudden and swift, so much so that the Shadow of Strategy surrounding them had no time to intervene.
In an instant, they drew their blades and struck down their unconscious companions nearby. Then, every conscious black-clad figure swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground. Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at the leader pinned against the wall, only to see a stream of dark blood suddenly trickling from his mouth as his head drooped; he had already breathed his last.
Nie Qiuyuan's figure flickered like a night bird as he darted toward the direction of the whistle, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The Shadow of Strategy checked the breaths of the surrounding black-clad figures; lying scattered on the ground were two or three dozen individuals who appeared to be death warriors. They had poison hidden in their mouths and had all bitten down on it to take their own lives, leaving not a single survivor.
The scene was incredibly intense; more than twenty lives extinguished in an instant felt more shocking than an execution. I had held on for so long that I was at my limit; even the pain throughout my body had dulled to a point where it barely registered. I felt darkness closing in around me, and I could hear Luo Dachun's familiar voice urgently calling out, "Liuying! Liuying!" Then, everything went black.
I felt my entire body burning up yet also freezing cold. It was as if I were sleeping, but not peacefully; there were voices in my head that I couldn't quite make out. Someone kept calling "Liuying," while another called "Zhenzhen," driving me to frustration. I desperately wanted to jump up and slap each of them across the face, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open my eyes.
Why was I the only one so unfortunate? Even as I slept, my mind seemed restless, as if it were constantly pondering something. This situation seemed to involve everyone except me; I knew nothing while inexplicably being caught up in it all, with seven transparent holes poked into me without explanation. Is there any sense left in this world?
Luo Dachun—the frivolous dandy with a charming smile—how did he suddenly…? There was an unsettling feeling that within him lurked a terrifying monster!
And what had emerged today seemed merely the tip of this monstrous Giant Demon’s iceberg.
My blood felt like it was nearly drained away; ah, I was so thirsty…
In this state of extreme pain and weakness, this unfamiliar world suddenly felt like my enemy. I felt as though I had been kicked into a corner of an illusory Tang Dynasty where every tree and blade of grass wanted to devour me. This wasn’t my world; it felt fake, and I was utterly alone—how I wanted to cry.
"Zhenzhen? You're awake? ... What? Thirsty?"
Who is this asking so many questions? I'm thirsty—dying of thirst! Hurry and bring me some water!
"What are you doing? ... No, I'm not leaving, I won't go, there's no need to pull my sleeve. Zhenzhen, don't be afraid, it's okay. Is it still that painful? Hey, just drink... open your mouth!"
"Zhenzhen... good girl, open your mouth... your lips are all cracked, just listen..."
"Zhenzhen?"
"...Mm... Zhenzhen..."
Finally, I managed to drink some water; it was so difficult!
I didn't know how long I had been thirsty. The feeling of dehydration was like being placed on a frying pan, sizzling and smoking from both sides. Every part of my nose and mouth felt like it was on fire. I tried hard to swallow, but aside from the pain of movement, nothing went down. My body felt like parched land, desperately yearning for the nourishing rain.
So when the sweet water moistened my lips and slowly flowed into my mouth, cascading down my sore throat with a refreshing clarity, at that moment, it felt like salvation; happiness was the only word to describe it.
The sweet flow quenched my thirst and eased my pain. The container gently touched my lips, soft and warm like body heat, feeling so smooth and comforting. I felt myself slightly open my mouth, wanting the water to flow more freely, but it stubbornly dripped out only a little at a time, leaving me frustrated with an insatiable thirst.
I bit down on it and began to suck, trying to draw more cool water from inside. Suddenly, I heard someone let out a low "hmph," and then the cap seemed to pop open as cool water gushed into my mouth with a "glug," nearly choking me.
But oh, it felt great! It truly quenched my thirst! I wanted more, but the container had somehow stuck to my mouth and seemed to be sucking back at me.
I sucked hard a few times but ended up not getting any water; instead, something warm and soft slipped into my mouth, curiously exploring around. A strange sensation surged within me; I suddenly felt a bit shaky and my heart raced slightly.
What is this? I curiously licked it, but that reckless action seemed to annoy it. Suddenly it became much stronger and blocked my mouth completely. The overwhelming sensation made it hard for me to breathe; my head spun as if everything was in double vision. My rapid breaths and frantic heartbeat felt like they were multiplied.
An alien?! I can't breathe! I'm going to die...
I struggled fiercely, letting out painful whimpers as the movement tugged at my wounds, causing excruciating pain that brought tears to my eyes.
At that moment, I seemed to hear a startled exclamation, followed by a rush of fresh air filling my lungs. Oh my God! I was finally saved!
Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly bizarre line: “Zhenzhen... I I I... I! Am! Not! Human!”
What a dream this was, so high-level and simply absurd in its logic!
In any case, I drifted through various strange dreams in all sorts of peculiar worlds. I had no idea how much time had passed or if I had circled the globe; all I knew was that suddenly, I opened my eyes and returned to the world.
I slowly opened my eyes again but immediately shut them tight, taking a while to adjust to the bright light. Hmm, although the environment was quite unfamiliar, it was Ancient Architecture, with ancient furniture—this was still in the Tang Dynasty!
I was still alive!
The first face that came into view was one I recognized but couldn’t say I was familiar with. I was startled; it was one thing to have a montage-like feeling in a dream, but seeing him upon waking felt like such a jarring leap.
“Miss, you’re awake? What a coincidence that I came over just now.” He turned to instruct a servant nearby, “Go to the pharmacy and fetch Lord Luo and Lord Nie.”
The man standing at the foot of my bed wore a crimson Official Robe, clearly someone of high rank in the court, specifically Bai Qianfan, the former Mizhou Inspector we met due to the White Horse Temple incident in Luozhou!
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