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It felt as if only a brief second had passed, yet it seemed like an entire century had gone by.
Scar Monkey's consciousness gradually awakened, and he felt an excruciating headache. With great effort, he managed to pry his eyes open just a sliver.
He glanced towards the edge of the forest and saw Wuchang Ghost, drenched in sweat, holding a bloodied Razor as he emerged from the woods. This Wuchang Ghost, dressed in black clothing with a head full of stubble, was indeed the same teammate who had ventured into the dense forest before Scar Monkey fell asleep.
Wuchang Ghost first looked at the five people still in slumber. Then, he quickly dug a pit at the forest's edge and tossed the Razor into it. Afterward, he hurriedly covered the pit with dirt, taking care to conceal it with some dry branches and grass.
Next, he approached the group and carefully observed the five individuals. He then sat down beside them, hugging his knees and breathing heavily. He appeared both extremely exhausted and oddly relieved, as if he had just resolved a pressing concern.
Scar Monkey squinted his eyes and secretly scrutinized him, feeling an odd sensation rising within him. There was something about this Wuchang Ghost that seemed off.
As time passed, Scar Monkey's nerves, consciousness, and thoughts slowly revived, and the cut on his left cheek began to throb painfully.
At that moment, Ming Ming Liang turned over beside him, mumbled a few words, and sat up.
Ming Ming Liang glanced at her watch, her face filled with astonishment as she exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! We’ve been asleep for nearly three hours!"
She then looked over at Wuchang Ghost sitting nearby and asked, "Wuchang Ghost, you didn’t sleep? You’ve just been sitting here?"
Wuchang Ghost merely nodded in response without saying a word.
Scar Monkey thought to himself: Not only did he not sleep, but he also sharpened his knife right above your neck—too bad you have no idea.
Seeing that Wuchang Ghost seemed to have returned to normal, Scar Monkey pretended to just wake up, stretching and slowly sitting up.
Ming Ming Liang suddenly exclaimed, "Monkey! What happened to your face?"
Scar Monkey feigned ignorance, touching his scabbed face and pretending to be surprised. "Ah! What’s going on? I don’t know either!"
Wuchang Ghost looked at him, a look of astonishment on his face.
Scar Monkey thought to himself: His acting is even better than mine; I concede defeat.
He stood up, picked up a forked branch, and smiled. "I'm going to go 'sing' over there. Ming Ming Liang, don’t peek! If you do, I’ll hit you with this branch."
Ming Ming Liang rolled his eyes at him and replied, "Save your breath; who would want to look? Even if you 'perform,' I wouldn’t watch."
As Scar Monkey reached the edge of the dense forest, he casually tossed the forked branch aside.
No one noticed that there was a pull tab attached to the end of the branch.
When Scar Monkey returned from his 'singing,' the other three men had already woken up.
Everyone yawned while cleaning up trash and organizing their things, completely unaware of what had happened while they were asleep.
They also failed to notice that at this moment, Wuchang Ghost appeared quite unusual in many ways.
He didn't say a word at all; it wasn't that he spoke little, but rather that he didn't speak at all. His movements as he adjusted the straps of his bag were clumsy, and he watched everyone around him with a wary eye. Whenever someone called his name, he would hesitate for a moment, reacting just a beat too slowly.
Scar Monkey approached quietly and handed him a band-aid, saying, "Wuchang Ghost, here, use this. Look at your arm; it's all scratched up from the branches."
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