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Fatty Only then recovered from the shock, without closing his open mouth, he said "Ah " long sound. A finger pointed at me and kept moving. I knew what he wanted without even thinking about it, so I swatted his hand away: "Ah what, I stuttered. Let's go together as a team." I threw the Glow Stick in my hand to Jack and grabbed it With the Glow Stick in Fatty's hand, he turned around and walked upstream of the Underground River. Fatty Then he closed his mouth, stopped the long aria-like sound, and jumped to catch up with me. "Qiangzi, I haven't seen each other for so many years, and I haven't seen you show off your skills. You are very good at pretending. Fortunately, you won't be sentenced to death for pretending. If there is a death penalty for pretending, you will be executed with anti-aircraft guns." "Your sister. Is it as suspenseful as yours?" I lowered my voice. The soles of her feet are not slowing down. You have to stay away from Tang Yumo with these words. Don't let her react and come back to trouble me. ∧v, "Honestly, have you fallen in love with this Hakka Girl? But let’s make it ugly first. You can’t resist this girl. You also saw her eyes. She’s so cold that she can definitely kill someone." Don't look at the two of you." I immediately interrupted Fatty. "What kind of people are you and I cold-blooded? Don't beat around the bush and curse, I understand." "If you are cold-blooded like that, then you have never seen a cold-blooded person. I mean, aren't you both awakened? , they are not even human beings." "You believe this too! You believe that she is Nightraler, don't you?" I felt Fatty's face suddenly darken. When I looked carefully, I found that no, he still had that lopsided smile on his face. "Don't interrupt, you must be an Awakener for a reason. Why doesn't she think I'm an Awakener? I made them suffer even more, but they didn't specifically target me. I mean she can kill herself with her deadly hands. I'll punish you once. I'll do this again. Just keep an eye on this girl and don't be tempted. If you fall into her hands, you don't know how she will die."
I was drenched in cold sweat after that encounter with Fatty. However, I never had any improper thoughts about the Hakka Girl. It's not that she isn't attractive; on the contrary, she is an exceptionally beautiful woman, a perfect ten. This type of beauty has a deadly allure for me. But my attraction to Tang Yumo was purely visual.
I enjoyed looking at her, like admiring a painting or a beautiful landscape. It brought me joy, but it didn't trigger any adrenaline rush. My tongue wasn't dry, my throat didn't itch, my neck didn't feel tight, and my stomach didn't heat up as it did when Xiao Ting was around.
Yes, there were moments when Xiao Ting evoked those feelings in me and appeared in my dreams. Keep it a secret; you know what I mean.
At one point, I waved my Glow Stick at Jack in the distance to signal that I had located our position. Fatty and I would search upstream from here. Jack immediately stopped moving closer to me, and both teams began searching in parallel with a visible distance between us.
We hadn't walked far when I spotted a clear bullet mark—a white dent left on a stone pillar. Leaning down to sniff it, I could still faintly smell gunpowder.
I quickly signaled to Jack that I had made a discovery. With this finding, we could narrow our search area and move in a tighter formation.
On his way over, Jack picked up a bullet casing, which further clarified our search direction.
The four of us—two teams—advanced in a tighter formation. Soon, we encountered more bullet casings and projectiles embedded in the stones, along with scorch marks on the ground from burning materials appearing in our line of sight. This allowed us to search more closely together because certain traces helped us recall the scene from that time and even deduce where the next significant evidence might be found.
It was clear that the final battleground was not far away; there should be plenty of bullet casings scattered on the ground.
The two groups merged into one as Jack and I held up our Glow Sticks, leading the way. In places with obvious signs of battle, we exchanged glances now and then, using eye contact and simple gestures to confirm what had happened here. We could even sense the path of escape from that incident; the traces of battle merely served as corroboration.
At this point, no one dared to make a sound. Even Fatty, the carefree guy, walked cautiously, his footsteps lighter than his breathing.
I felt we were close enough; several obvious signs convinced me that our final battle would take place right here. I patted Jack, who had already stopped, seemingly agreeing that we had returned to the spot where our backpack was lost.
The area illuminated by the Glow Stick didn’t reveal our backpack, but there were scattered items on the ground. Heimanluo wouldn’t eat stones, nor would it consume the inorganic materials in our backpack. Coupled with Tang Yu’s silent analysis of Heimanluo, I believed our backpack was somewhere nearby.
I gestured to Jack to expand our search in a spiral pattern from this point, with both groups moving outward.
Jack frowned and mouthed, "Too slow," then pointed at the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight at my waist, suggesting we use the flashlight to search.
I shook my head firmly. If it weren't for my concern that inadequate lighting could lead to someone falling behind us getting hurt, I would have preferred to use just a Glow Stick. At this stage, being overly cautious felt justified.
Jack reluctantly raised his hands in surrender and mouthed back to me, "Then let’s hurry; I have a bad feeling."
Hearing Jack's words made me even more anxious. It wasn’t just his bad feeling; it was the shared sense of foreboding between us. My insistence on not using the flashlight and wanting to put away a Glow Stick stemmed from my own unsettling feeling, as if an eye was watching me from the darkness.
I nodded at Fatty to follow me.
The illumination from the Glow Stick was too limited here, and the ground wasn’t flat. The size of the backpack made it easier to spot, but there was another possibility: jars containing specimens could be scattered around.
This possibility seemed significant; the items strewn across the ground were proof of that. We needed to tighten our search radius with each pass.
While searching for items, the Glow Stick couldn’t illuminate those behind us; instead, it had to light up behind stone pillars and larger cracks in the ground. This approach caused quite a bit of trouble for Fatty trailing behind me.
I even heard a sound that seemed like a head hitting a stalactite.
It was quite loud, and it startled me, causing me to shrink back. I worried that he might break the stalactite and have it fall down to crush me.
Then I felt Fatty angrily pat my shoulder. He must have been furious, hitting me hard enough that I almost fell over.
I bared my teeth and turned back to him, mouthing, "Put in more effort; just hit me to death."
Fatty covered his head and said, "What’s wrong with you? I've never seen someone so shameless as to make such a request. I'll fulfill it later. Look, what happened to that guy."
Following the direction of Fatty's finger, I saw Jack standing dazedly behind me at a short distance, his expression clearly visible. He looked terrified, his face pale like that of a corpse.
(To Be Continued...)
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