"How can that work? You can't see! No way!"
"Brother Dashan, don't forget I have ancient martial arts! Here's the deal, could you carry me and run? I'm worried something will happen to Ah Mi!"
Dashan nodded, quickly hoisting An Yiqing onto his back before breaking into a sprint.
But before he could run far, he saw Ah Mi standing there motionless, her back facing him.
"Ah Mi, what's wrong?" Dashan stood behind her and cautiously asked.
Ah Mi didn't turn around; it was as though she was possessed, frozen in place. Suddenly, An Yiqing, carried on Dashan's back, caught a faint scent of blood.
"It seems... like the smell of human blood..."
Dashan's heart clenched with unease, but before he could say a word, the dazed Ah Mi slowly turned around.
In the oppressive darkness of the night, under the dim moonlight, Ah Mi's face was so pale it evoked deep dread. The terror and despair in her eyes sent a chill down Dashan's spine.
"Ah Mi, what exactly is going on?"
