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"Don't you dare shine that in my eyes! Are you trying to blind me?!"
As the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight hit the ground, a loud roar erupted from Jack's mouth.
Although the sudden sound startled me, my icy heart suddenly warmed. This voice confirmed that Jack's consciousness was still intact, able to react to the light and my presence, even clearly directing this statement at me, despite not mentioning my name.
"What just happened to you? Your neck turned one hundred eighty degrees; do you realize that?"
"I can touch my belly button with both hands at the same time, what's wrong with that?! Do I need you to blind me with a flashlight because of my osteogenesis imperfecta?!"
"And your face..."
I was already very close to Jack. As we spoke, he maintained his stance with the gun, seemingly ready to fire a barrage at Tang Yumo if she moved closer. I noticed his facial muscles twitching more violently.
"Is being scared a crime? You try standing where I am and looking ahead; see if you’re not scared."
I realized that Jack's face was twitching out of anger.
"Your eyes—just now, they changed color, and your pupils were abnormally dilated. Did you feel anything unusual? Any oddities with your vision or mind?"
"That’s because you two blasted flashlights are blinding me. Stop dawdling and give me some light on the torch."
Sweating profusely, I rushed over to pick up the flashlight from the ground, aiming both flashlights toward the location of the torch.
The torch continued to flicker as it approached us, but it was still too far away for us to see who was beneath it; we could only vaguely sense a figure.
"Why did she come back? Is something wrong?" I asked anxiously.
Jack didn't turn his face, but his eyes glanced over at me. "I don't know. My guess is that something is chasing her."
"Then we should go help her."
"I'm not finished." I saw Jack frown at me. "There's another possibility. The one who came back isn't her."
Hearing Jack's words, I shook both hands holding the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight. Damn, there really is that possibility.
"Help me wipe the sweat; it's running into my eyes."
As I wiped the sweat from Jack's forehead, I realized he was genuinely nervous. The hair and beard on his face could catch beads of sweat, and as I wiped down from his forehead, sweat poured down, soaking the ground beneath him.
Jack seemed to relax a bit as he exhaled. "Get a Flare ready. When the torch gets close, throw it out. I don't want to accidentally hurt Sister Tang, but I also don't want Heimanluo charging right at me."
"Got it."
I turned to Fatty. "Follow Jack's instructions and throw accurately. Also, don't throw it too high; it could bounce back and cause trouble."
"You think I can throw grenades at planes? You know how high this cave is. Why don't you do it?"
With that, Fatty disgruntledly shoved a Flare in front of my face.
I thought about it and realized he had a point. That time when the incendiary device bounced back, it hit the Giant Bat instead; with the ceiling's height, there's no way I could throw it that high.
I awkwardly smiled. "Fat Brother, you do it. I have confidence in you."
I suddenly remembered something and turned back to Jack. "I just saw you chewing on the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight. Were you grinding your teeth?"
Perhaps it was because someone had gathered the courage, but Jack's complexion improved significantly. However, my comment brought a flush to his face.
"No, I was trying to remember an English word. But biting down on the Flashlight made it look strange."
I appropriately turned my face toward the torch. In that situation, I felt Jack couldn't possibly be calm.
However, Jack had no intention of ending the topic. Even though my face was turned away, I could still hear his voice in my ears.
"I meant fuk."
Regret washed over me. Wasn't that just asking for trouble? But it was clear that Jack had truly been furious at that moment, and his anger still lingered.
"It's Tang Yumo!"
Fatty, with his keen eyes, was the first to spot the shadow under the torch. At the same time, Fatty's shout relieved my awkwardness.
Although Jack's English word wasn't directed solely at me, Fatty was immune to it; he naturally brushed off all negative comments and curses. Thus, he wouldn't feel the same embarrassment as I did.
The shadow under the torch indeed became clearer. Of course, it wasn't clear enough to discern facial expressions yet. However, Tang Yumo had one obvious distinguishing feature compared to Heimanluo—she was wearing clothes.
Tang Yumo ran with all her might, as if she had unleashed a cosmic explosion. She was definitely running faster and more frantically than when she left us. While Tang Yumo's explosive power didn't seem remarkable, her flexibility and agility were impressive; she swayed her body sideways to navigate around obstacles like stone pillars. Unlike me and Fatty, who needed a larger arc to get around them.
She must have been too focused on running, as she didn't gesture towards us or make any warning sounds. But her intention was clear: she was heading straight for the Flashlight. There was nothing behind her or around her; I couldn't see anything chasing her, and I had no idea where the danger lay. But I knew there had to be danger.
As Tang Yumo drew closer, and her anxious expression came into my view, my own anxiety grew. The tension of knowing that danger was closing in, yet being unable to see it or even identify where it was coming from, was overwhelming. I felt an urge to shout out.
"Throw it! Throw the Flare!"
Jack shouted almost in desperation, but he didn’t give Fatty a clear direction. It was evident that his nerves had been stretched too thin for too long, and he was on the brink of breaking down. The unknown threat surrounding him had become unbearable.
Fatty had already twisted off the cap of the Flare. Upon receiving Jack's signal, he immediately pulled the pin and launched the Flare into the air, its yellow smoke trailing behind it, aimed right above Tang Yumo.
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I watched. Although the Flare wasn't as powerful as a Molotov cocktail and didn't generate as much heat, it still relied on White Phosphorus to produce its bright light. When it detonated, the area affected might not be vast, but it would still pose a significant threat to Tang Yumo below. If even a little White Phosphorus splashed onto her, she would likely be finished.
I shot Fatty an angry glare; there was no time to scold him now.
I grabbed both One-Eyed Beast Flashlights in one hand and freed my right hand to wave vigorously at Tang Yumo, signaling her to hurry up. However, it seemed she was entirely focused on escaping; my large gestures failed to catch her attention.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted loudly, "Hurry! Run!"
Finally, the sound penetrated the silent space. Tang Yumo lifted her head slightly; she must have seen my exaggerated arm movements because her instinctive reaction was to glance up at the sky above her.
"Something is chasing her in the ceiling!"
Damn it. Fatty's reaction was the exact opposite of mine, but he was absolutely right.
When I saw Tang Yumo's action, I first thought she had noticed the Flare flying in midair. But when Fatty shouted, I realized she couldn't possibly be looking at the Flare; instead, she was terrified of whatever was pursuing her.
However, what Fatty said next nearly drove me to the brink of despair.
"Blow it up." (To Be Continued...)
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