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I wasn't the only one startled by this shrill scream. I saw Jack's body jump up first. His injury prevented him from jumping up, but this movement caused him great pain. Immediately, his whole body twitched in pain and shrank into a big one. Fatty's nerves are unparalleled. Such an abrupt and sharp scream just made him frown hard. He pointed between me and Jack and shouted: "What are you shouting for! Is there such a handsome Black Manro?" Of course I knew who Fatty was shouting at, just like I clearly knew who the person who made this sharp scream was. Tang Yumo is the same. The screams happened right next to my ears, and I felt like I was going deaf in one ear. When I heard the scream, I actually reacted, but my reaction was not as intense or as fast as Jack's. This saved me, otherwise there would be two guys twitching on the ground right now. I leaned my upper body in the opposite direction of Tang Yumo and tried to keep my ears away from the source of the sound, because her sharp scream did not happen suddenly and stop abruptly, but a sharp long sound. I saw Tang Yumo’s porcelain face shining brightly, certainly not because of excitement. Her frightened eyes were fixed on Fatty opposite, and her eyes were a little dazed. I really couldn't stand the stimulation of this sound, and I was worried that she would faint again, or that she would become habitual fainting. I yelled at Tang Yumo: "This is not Heimanluo, it's Fatty." Tang Yumo screamed for a while, then shouted to me without replying: "He is, I saw him He went down. This is not him." I heard this. This is incoherent, almost catching up with the rapper. But at least she stopped screaming and could communicate. I pointed to the top: "The one you saw is up there. I saw it too. This Fatty has come down. We are also down there now." My words made Tang Yumo look up with greater stimulation. "Have we entered the Eternal Gate?!" I really didn't know how to answer her question, so I could only shrug helplessly. "If coming down is entering the Eternal Gate. Then yes, we are in."
It seemed that Heimanluo had scared Tang Yumo out of her wits. Only after confirming that the Fatty in front of her was not Heimanluo did she gradually regain her composure.
Fatty, feeling extremely annoyed and frustrated, glared for a moment at Jack, who was twitching on the ground, and spat, "That American Guy really knows how to play the fool. If you have the guts, keep twitching on the ground. Otherwise, you better give me an explanation sooner or later. I won't let this go."
Then Fatty turned his gaze toward me. "I'm going to get something to eat. Keep an eye on these two; don’t make such a ruckus. Are you afraid of attracting Heimanluo or what?"
Watching Fatty limp away, I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. Was this my fault? It was his presence that scared everyone.
Once Fatty was far enough away, I shouted at Jack, "Alright, stop pretending. Aren't you tired of lying there twitching?"
Jack sat up unsteadily. "I'm not pretending; it really hurts. When I jumped just now, I used both legs at the same time—it felt like dying all over again."
I moved my upper body a bit and realized my injuries weren't as severe as I had imagined. I said to Jack, "Which leg is broken? Let me take a look. We need to put a splint on it."
Jack pointed to his right leg. "Where are we supposed to find a splint?"
"Don't worry about that; you're already limping anyway, so I can't count on you."
There was Tang Yumo between Jack and me. My movements were also quite limited; I couldn't stand up and walk around. I could only ask Tang Yumo, "How are you? Can you move?"
Tang Yumo nodded and leaned against the wall to stand up.
I bit down on the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight and tore open the fabric of Jack's right leg. It was broken—clearly so—with bone protruding and forming a lump on his leg. It seemed he wasn't entirely faking it after all.
Tang Yumo crouched down on the other side of Jack and looked at his broken leg. "It's a pity we didn't bring any herbs; otherwise, applying them immediately would help it heal faster and relieve the pain."
Watching Tang Yumo's reaction filled me with mixed emotions.
On one hand, I felt a bit relieved. My efforts hadn’t been in vain; this girl had come out completely unscathed, making her the most intact among the four of us.
At the same time, I felt a twinge of unease. Jack suspected that the rope had been cut, and the only one who could have done this was Tang Yumo. If Jack's guess was correct, then I had become Mr. Dongguo.
I had saved a wolf, and this wolf still had the potential to devour us at any moment. Especially now, this wolf was in peak health.
Suddenly, the flickering light of a torch appeared from a distance. Under the torchlight was Fatty, his face flushed with excitement.
Fatty ran over to me, his enthusiasm overflowing as he couldn't contain himself and shouted, "Do you know what I found?"
"The rope."
"The door! Eternal Gate!"
Jack was focused on the rope, while I was more concerned about that door. The Eternal Gate existed in the void, but that was merely Jack's speculation and lacked credibility. What Fatty had experienced was strange, but it didn't necessarily mean that it was indeed the Eternal Gate. Because if the Eternal Gate existed in the void, there was one condition that could never be met: the key, which meant that iron piece would lose its significance.
"Hahahahaha!" Fatty laughed heartily, almost gasping for breath.
He glanced at Jack before turning back to me with a mysterious and excited expression: "It’s a sow!"
I turned my face toward the darkness; Fatty had come back holding the torch. Apart from our location, everywhere else was shrouded in darkness. Of course, I couldn't see that Black Pig. Then I looked back at Fatty.
Am I getting old, or have I just become foolish? I couldn't keep up with Fatty's train of thought and couldn't grasp the deeper meaning behind his words.
Fatty seemed dissatisfied with my bewildered expression. After glaring at me for a moment without any reaction from me, he exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent: "The American Guy knocked over a sow! It’s a black sow! The American Guy really has an unusual taste!"
I felt as if my worldview had collapsed in an instant. Countless dark lines crossed my forehead. It seemed like a black curtain had descended before my eyes. Repeating in my mind was this sentence: I don’t know this guy—what kind of person is he? Even at such a critical moment, he still had the mind to make such jokes.
It was clear that Jack understood the words and their deeper meaning. His face turned the color of liver.
"You and I will have our battle sooner or later!" Jack gritted his teeth.
"I'm waiting, but not expecting," Fatty's mood was exceptionally good. "I admit, in one aspect, you surpass me. Taste. Hahahahaha."
Tang Yumo had no idea that a Black Pig had saved their lives here, nor did she grasp the deeper meaning behind Fatty's words. However, she could sense the tension between Fatty and Jack, and she wisely stepped back from the charged atmosphere.
Just a moment ago, Jack had been in agony from a movement, and now he couldn't express his anger through action. I saw him frantically searching the ground with both hands, seemingly looking for a brick to vent his frustration.
Unfortunately, the ground was very clean here.
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