Qin Siyang lay slumped over the seat, pain and weakness causing him to lose his former liveliness.
Like a dead dog.
The blood flowing from his mouth dripped onto the floor of the capsule pod, forming a pool of dark red.
He felt like a bellows. Every time he breathed, blood on his back would "gurgle gurgle" and bubble out.
He could even feel the air passing through the wound on his back, pouring into his chest.
Only, the fire inside the bellows would burn brighter and brighter.
But the flame of his life was growing dimmer and dimmer.
There was still some noise in his ears.
Li Tianming's voice, nervous and anxious, "Little Qin is losing too much blood! Hao Liang, where's your medicine? That potion that can reattach hands!"
Hao Liang rummaged through bottles and jars, emitting crisp clinking sounds, "I already gave you the hemostatic drug! The potion I used to reattach hands can only connect severed limbs, it can't fix organs! In his condition, we need professionals to handle it immediately!"
Zhang Kuang asked, "Old Li, can you call Chen Fenghe and ask what to do?"
"She's in the middle of a centralized exam right now, can't get through! And she's in District 9, even if she rushed over it would take a whole day. It's too late!"
Qin Siyang no longer made an effort to listen to their words.
He didn't seem to have that much energy anymore.
Lu Daoxing and Zhang Kuang were anxiously discussing something, Hao Liang was still rummaging through his backpack, Li Tianming was on the phone with someone.
But all this noise was drowned out by a rhythmic thumping.
Thump-thump — thump-thump — thump-thump —
Thump-thump — thump-thump —
Thump-thump —
He could hear his own heartbeat gradually slowing down.
He was going to die.
The surrounding darkness grew stronger and stronger.
He could no longer tell if this was the actual scene inside the capsule pod, or just a result of being on the verge of death.
Qin Siyang had thought he wasn't afraid of death.
But the darkness at this moment unexpectedly made him feel fear.
Qin Siyang asked in a low voice, "Professor Lu, can we turn on the lights? It's too dark here…"
He didn't hear any response.
Maybe there was one, but he wasn't sure.
But a few seconds later, his vision was shrouded in hazy patches of yellow light.
'Is it streetlights?'
The fear was dispelled by the light.
Qin Siyang smiled faintly.
Gradually drifting away.
These lights flickered in and out, like the countless stars in the sky.
They gradually calmed Qin Siyang's heart.
Stars in the sky.
At this moment, Zhao Longfei was in the chamber of commerce, sitting by the window smoking a cigar, gazing at the starry sky above.
Behind him were four exquisite glass cabinets.
On the glass cabinets were carved strange symbols, seemingly some kind of protective God-Hunting Weapons.
Inside the four glass cabinets were placed four crimson crystals.
Only, the glow of the crimson crystals was growing dimmer and dimmer, nearly turning into ordinary stones.
Smoking in silence.
At this time, Zhao Longfei's phone rang.
He took out the phone, glanced at it, and answered.
"Hello, big bro. Yes, you saw it too? Qin Siyang is probably going to die."
"I know. If Qin Siyang dies, announce our trump card to all parties immediately. Hold a press conference tomorrow to reveal our chamber of commerce's new core treasure."
"Also, I think the matter of killing Guo Jiuxiao should be moved up the schedule."
"I know it's difficult. Wait and ask the people from the Samsara Church if they're interested. If the Samsara Church refuses, then try the Apocalypse Church. Those filthy rats in the gutter don't care about their lives, only about money."
"Don't worry, we won't leave any evidence."
"Mm, that's it. Hanging up."
Zhao Longfei's eyelids drooped as he exhaled a smoke ring.
He glanced at the gray-red stones behind him.
"Little Qin, is this really where it ends for you?"
Zhao Longfei thought for a moment and dialed another call.
"Little sis, it's me, your big bro. There's something…"
After finishing the call, Zhao Longfei looked at the inconspicuous starlight under the streetlamp and sighed heavily.
In bright places, the starlight wasn't conspicuous.
But near the edge of the Safe Zone, in areas with sparse streetlights…
The starlight shone brightly like candlelight.
The scattered stars, the faint light sprinkled over a dark alley.
Illuminating Wen Shu's path home.
Wen Shu was carrying a backpack, just released from school at [Ju'an Academy].
One month remained before the college entrance exam.
Although her previous mock exam results were good, she still studied diligently every day.
Doing her best to improve just a little more, to make her scores a little more secure, to make her promise a little easier to fulfill.
After school, the lights in the library were always the last to go out.
Teacher Zhu, now Principal Zhu, had even made a special exception for her, allowing her to freely manage her review time in the library.
Wen Shu's life was very simple, just a straight line between home and the library.
Besides studying, she went home to take care of her blind grandmother.
If it were someone else, they might have a life full of bitterness or eyes filled with determination.
But Wen Shu had neither.
The smile on her face was actually more frequent than before.
Even Principal Zhu wondered if she had a boyfriend at school.
But tonight, she seemed a bit distracted.
Click—
Wen Shu stepped on a seemingly inconspicuous pebble and slipped.
She didn't fall. Her body maintained balance at a strange angle, then slowly stood back up.
Wen Shu frowned slightly, "I've been feeling uneasy all day, and now I almost tripped."
"What a strange feeling."
She took out her phone, the screen's light illuminating her clear and bright face.
She quietly looked at her call history.
There were only a few entries, all from the same number.
This one number would call every once in a while.
Her phone, it seemed, existed solely for this number.
Staring at this string of digits she knew by heart, Wen Shu fell into deep thought.
The unease in her heart made her consider whether she should call the number and take the initiative to ask about his situation.
But after thinking about it, she shook her head.
Her unease had no real basis.
She was probably overthinking.
He might be battling gods right now, or busy with something important.
Last time on the forum, she saw that he had become a deputy president of a newly formed chamber of commerce, so he must be even busier.
She would wait until he had some free time and contacted her first.
So as not to cause trouble.
After all—
Whenever he had time, he always contacted her.
Wen Shu's lips curved into a slight smile, and she continued heading home.
He was so powerful, he definitely wouldn't be in danger.
Under the starlight's escort, her steps grew a little lighter.
Starry sky.
No one noticed, no one saw, a bird's eye was slowly opening.
Watching the figure of a fading life.
Paused for a moment, seemingly with some regret.
Then vanished again.
———
Inside the capsule pod, Qin Siyang's thoughts began to drift.
His consciousness grew fuzzier and fuzzier, like a fire gradually going out, leaving only a faint ember and a pile of flickering ashes.
He recalled every day since being reborn in this world.
But remembering became more and more difficult, only fragments without beginning or end remained.
The harder he tried, the more broken the memories became.
So he simply stopped thinking.
As if sinking into an endless abyss.
Becoming nothingness.
As for Qin Siyang himself, he drifted in the void.
Unable to see direction, unable to find a goal.
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