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I experienced a brief lapse in consciousness. But it was short-lived; my body, which had been thrown into the air, was pulled back by a powerful hand. It was Song Guilong's right hand.
His right hand was like an iron claw, preventing me from escaping his grasp. I felt no pain and had no strength left to support myself; I collapsed onto the ground beside Song Guilong, like a heap of boneless flesh. My ears were filled with a chaotic buzzing sound.
However, my eyes were still able to see. I saw that it was Liu Squad Leader who had knocked me away. He had collided with me but hadn’t managed to escape the danger himself.
Perhaps he never intended to escape; I saw him standing where I had just been, his hands tightly embracing Song Guilong.
A short knife was embedded in his chest.
Song Guilong was held tightly, the hilt of the knife pressed against him, making it impossible for him to pull it out at that moment. Yet his other hand still gripped me firmly.
There was no doubt that I was his target; he had not given up on killing me. Even though I was on the brink of death, he still wanted to see me die with his own eyes, to confirm my death before he would relent.
At that moment, my eardrum was suddenly assaulted by a tremendous sound—a high-decibel roar: "Traitor!"
With that voice, I saw Cao Mingzhe leap up as if descended from the heavens, drawing a long knife from behind and slashing at Song Guilong.
I recognized Cao Mingzhe's long knife; it looked like the same model as Xiao Guolin's—black, long-bladed, slightly curved, appearing lightweight yet incredibly sharp.
Bang!
I could hardly imagine how powerful Song Guilong's heart must be.
As the Black Longsword struck, I saw Song Guilong's head fly into the air as if propelled by a spring.
What sent that head soaring wasn’t a spring but the blood gushing from his neck like a geyser.
I thought to myself, even a giraffe’s heart couldn’t be this powerful!
The body without its head trembled violently in Liu Squad Leader's embrace for a moment. The blood sprayed out, scalding hot, splattering onto both me and Liu Squad Leader.
The two people who had lost their strength clung tightly together and began to topple toward me under my pull.
The lifeless Song Guilong seemed not to have lost his intent to kill me; the hand that gripped me remained tight. There was no escaping it.
“Zhang!” Cao Mingzhe suddenly lunged in front of me, anxiety and concern evident in his eyes. “It’s my fault… I trusted him too easily…”
Cao Mingzhe suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Jack! You must save him. He can't die!"
I saw a hand reaching over from the other side of my body, pressing against the wound on my abdomen. I weakly pushed Jack away and struggled to extend my left hand to grasp Liu Squad Leader beside me. I signaled to Jack with my eyes. "Save him."
Liu Squad Leader felt my grip and turned his face toward me. His face was covered in blood—Song Guilong's blood. But beneath the crimson, there was a pale, grayish complexion that even the blood could not mask; it was the face of a dead man.
"Tell... Li... Squad Leader... I... found... Song Team..."
With the last word, I could see Liu Squad Leader exhale, but that was his final breath; I did not see him inhale again. His eyes were wide open, staring at me unblinkingly, waiting for my response.
How could I tell Li Squad Leader?! You went before me; you should be the one to see him.
I had always looked down on Liu Squad Leader. To me, he was nothing but a worthless person who had betrayed me time and again. I never imagined that in this moment of life and death, he would step forward to save me.
I can now confirm that at least his second betrayal was for the purpose of coming down to find Song Guilong. This was our promise to Li Squad Leader.
I do not know whether it was right or wrong for him to betray me for a promise. However, he has already redeemed himself with his life for the mistakes he once made.
I choked back tears and used the little strength I had left to say, "I promise you."
This seemed like an impossible promise to fulfill. But it might also be something I could quickly realize. I felt as if I were walking toward death. If my destination was heaven, I thought I would soon see Li Squad Leader. If my destination was hell, then all I could regretfully say to Liu Squad Leader would be: I'm sorry. I have broken my promise.
Because Liu Squad Leader could not go to heaven, and Li Squad Leader could not go to hell.
Perhaps Liu Squad Leader realized this too—that even in death, he would have no chance to meet Li Squad Leader—and that is why he entrusted me with this message.
The hand gripping mine belonged to Song Guilong and did not loosen, but I was lifted away from the pool of blood by Cao Mingzhe and Jack. The ground was soaked with the blood of three people. It felt hot—perhaps because I was rapidly losing body heat; the ground and the blood on me made me feel warmth.
I tilted my head and saw a hand on my right hand. It was Song Guilong's hand; it must have been Cao Mingzhe who severed it. No one else had a knife or the resolve to do so.
Voices began to mix again—both men’s and women’s voices were present, along with cries and curses. But my hearing was not as sharp as my vision; what I saw was still clear, though the figures moved slowly like they were in slow motion.
The sounds in my ears were much less distinct; it felt like being in a confined space, like a large jar—the sounds buzzed together, making it hard to discern whose voices they were.
Suddenly, all sounds stopped. Everyone around me swayed in silence, but there was no sound at all. Just when I thought my ears had completely gone deaf, I heard Jack's voice alone.
"The liver is ruptured. From the wound, it looks like the knife went in with a cutting motion; even if it didn't cut in half, the wound on the liver is quite large."
"Is there still time for surgery?" I saw Cao Mingzhe's exaggerated movements and tense expression when he said this.
Jack's face finally came into my view, emerging from below my line of sight, perhaps he had been leaning over my wound to observe it.
"No, we don't have any surgical instruments. Previously, I performed surgery on a patient, and we've run out of all supplies. Including the scalpel. Performing surgery under these circumstances would be no different from killing him."
I saw Cao Mingzhe turn his face towards Jack. "How long can he survive?"
Jack's hands reached towards my eyes, his bloodied fingers prying open my eyelids. He examined me closely and said, "Not optimistic. He might die soon, or... he might outlive us all."
I remained silent. If I could, I would have given him the middle finger and said, "It's either life or death; do you really need to say that?"
I saw Cao Mingzhe decisively wave his hand. "Go to the Eternal Gate. Its power will grant the Awakener a new life. As long as he can hold on until then, Zhang won't die." (To Be Continued.)
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