Half of the young man's face was exposed. Other than the dust and blood stains, his skin was clear and clean. His eyebrows and hair were thick and shiny. He looked like he was in his early twenties.
His uninjured eyes were long and narrow. Even though he was staring blankly at Lin Sanjiu's raised sword as if he was stunned, he still couldn't hide his elegance.
"You … What do you mean by this?" The eight young men who were unable to reply asked.
Lin Sanjiu knew what he meant when he raised the sword in front of everyone. It must be a blow to him.
Lin Sanjiu didn't regret doing something that needed someone to do, but she couldn't help feeling a little guilty toward Octodus. She didn't look at him but stared at the young man and said again, "Take your hand away and explain yourself. I won't hurt you."
The young man's face was pale and his body was trembling. Lin Sanjiu didn't know if it was because of his injury or fear. Suddenly, a brown-haired girl ran out from the crowd. She looked to be about 16 or 17 years old. She held the young man's arm tightly as if there were many things she didn't dare to say. Her tearful eyes darted back and forth between the young man and Lin Sanjiu.
The tip of the sword that was soaked in the cold light froze in mid-air.
"Take your hand away. I won't repeat myself a third time," Lin Sanjiu said without looking at the girl.
A few tears rolled down from the young man's perfectly fine eyes. He slowly lowered his hand, revealing the other half of his blood-stained face. Lin Sanjiu heard some of the posthumans behind her gasp.
Injuries were a common occurrence for posthumans, but the young man's injury made people want to shrink their necks. Lin Sanjiu couldn't see the shape of his right eye anymore. His eyelid was a bloody mess as if it had been torn from his eye socket, let alone his eyelashes.
Lin Sanjiu slowly put down the sword.
After losing his eyelids, the young man's eyeballs were now exposed without any cover. One could clearly see the wooden splinter that was deeply inserted into the bloody paste. The wooden splinter was not long, at most a few centimeters. Since it was so deep, there was only half a fingernail left outside the eyeball. Yet, it didn't hurt the young man's brain.
"I …" His throat rumbled as if he could spit out a mouthful of gastric juices at any time. "I hid in a cabinet, thinking that there was a layer of wood blocking me, so I wouldn't be smashed to death immediately … Who knew that a corner of the cabinet would be smashed by those black shadows. At that time … I didn't even have time to hide. It was as if something had pierced into my eyelid … but it was immediately blown away, along with my eyelid … only this thorn remained. I've been unconscious for a long time … I'm probably going to die soon. "
When he said the last few words, his tone suddenly became calm. It was as if death had not come, and he was already prepared.
Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of anything suspicious other than the coincidental nature of the injury. Whether it was to nip the problem in the bud or to let it go rather than kill it, it seemed that the consequences would be unpredictable and irreversible. What should she do?
Eight Heads De wiped his face hard. No one dared to look at the bloody eye, but he forced himself to look at it for a few seconds. His forehead was covered in sweat. "It's amazing that you can stand up. Go to the West Entrance to avoid the difficulty, "he said hoarsely," Tell the posthumans there that Eight Heads De asked them to help you pull out the wooden thorn first. We can think of another way later. "
He paused for a moment before he continued, "There are all kinds of strange things in the Twelve Worlds. It's just an eye. There must be a way. "
Eight Heads De didn't doubt the young man's injury at all.
Lin Sanjiu gritted her teeth and decided to trust him this time. She sheathed her sword and retreated to the side. She watched as the young man and the young girl, who seemed to be siblings, walked past her in silence.
The young girl had only glanced at her elder brother's face once, but she couldn't lift her head anymore. She kept her body trembling as she cried. When they walked past Lin Sanjiu, the young girl suddenly raised her face, which looked as if it was about to split open from crying, and glared at Lin Sanjiu. It was as if she was questioning Lin Sanjiu silently.
Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips tightly.
After they walked into the depths of the city, Dreadlock sighed, "I thought … Ah, thank goodness it's not."
Fortunately, it wasn't anything. Every evolver present knew what it was.
Since Eight Heads De was busy checking on Lin Sanjiu's injury, comforting the people, and evacuating them, he didn't hear Lin Sanjiu's words. Dreadlock looked at Eight Heads De's back before he whispered to the other posthumans, "Listen … Isn't the city quiet now?"
Indeed.
Compared to true quietness, Fan Jia City was far from it. Among the cries, footsteps, and shuffling noises, Lin Sanjiu could hear the occasional rumble of a brick wall collapsing. For the first time, Lin Sanjiu realized that the sound of a "disaster" had a shape.
However, compared to before, Lin Sanjiu immediately realized that the loudest sound was missing from the cacophony of noises. All kinds of Mutants surged into the city like a flood, shaking the ground and causing it to buzz. Suddenly, the heavy sound that made one's scalp numb seemed to have disappeared from the long and deep city.
"What happened?" A female posthuman with a round body, a sharp chin, and exquisite facial features whispered the question on everyone's mind, "Did all the Mutants disappear?"
Lin Sanjiu immediately thought of the arm that spurted out from the severed mouth.
"Disappeared?" How could a Mutant like that middle-aged woman disappear into thin air? And where could they go?
Every one of them seemed to have the same question, and as they thought deeper into it, their faces became unsightly once more.
"I don't feel at ease," the female posthuman with exquisite facial features said as she took out a small black box that looked like a communicator. She seemed to be a little older and a little chubby, but she had a very feminine charm to her. "How long has the man with the injured eye been gone? Let me ask my friends at the West Entrance if they have arrived. "
In the end, before the young man reached the West Entrance, the news from the other districts of Fanjia City had already reached the posthuman. "He really disappeared," a voice shouted from the small black box. Perhaps it was because the man was too excited, his voice was shrill, "Gui He's men went to check a few times, but there's not even a trace of him! There are some places where the posthuman's broken limbs were left … They just evaporated into thin air. "
Everyone looked at each other uneasily.
"What are you guys doing now?" the female posthuman asked.
"I'm at the West Entrance, doing some defense. Tigerskin and his men entered the city again because some of the Mutants had been seen before they mutated. Tigerskin and his men went to the city to see if there's anyone who looks like them. " The man's voice became a little more serious. He lowered his voice and said, "If you guys have any good fighters, ask them to come and help us. There are a lot of … normal people here. "
"Oh no," Dreadlocks mumbled, "What if the man with the injured eye is really … Nika, ask them to be careful. If it's necessary …"
"Didn't he have a thorn in his eye?"
When Eight-Headed Druid's voice suddenly rang out beside them, the group of posthuman jumped in fright. They didn't know when he had approached them. Lin Sanjiu turned to look at him and saw that his face was tense. She couldn't tell if he was happy or angry.
"She explained to us that what she shot out was a stream of air. It had nothing to do with the wooden thorn." Eight-Headed Druid gestured to Lin Sanjiu and continued, "That wooden thorn really went into that man's eye. I've looked at it carefully … Do you guys still have any questions?"
All the posthuman looked at him in silence. Even the man in the communication box heard them, but he didn't say anything.
"Actually, I know what you guys are trying to say." Eight-Headed Druid looked at the group of normal people walking slowly from the other side of the street and said, "You guys are trying to say that when normal people turn into monsters, the monsters can turn back into normal people and continue to hide in Fanjia City, waiting for the next attack, right? Have you guys heard of this before? You guys are all knowledgeable people, so you guys have never heard of it, right? So, what do you guys plan to do next? Kill all the normal people? "
Everyone was silent for a while. Finally, the voice in the little black box spoke.
"Is it Eight-Headed Druid? I can recognize this voice right away. " After saying these two sentences, he left the communication box and said a few words to someone beside him. Then, another voice rang out from the box.
"I'm Chong Lin of Guihe. We've done some calculations, and we can confirm that four to five mutants appeared in Fanjia City today. All of them appeared together within a short period of time. " The dull, dull voice continued slowly, "We allowed you to organize your own men to patrol the city, but that doesn't mean we don't know your movements. The four to five mutants that appeared today were all places that you, Eight-Headed Druid, have personally patrolled for the past few days. If our witness is not mistaken, every single mutated human has come into contact with you, Eight-Headed Druid. Don't you think it's a coincidence? "
He paused for a while before continuing, "I want to know what you've actually done under the pretense of protecting the normal people. I've always been puzzled. We're already in an apocalyptic world, so why are there still people like you who serve the people wholeheartedly? Please come to the west entrance of the city in ten minutes to explain. I'll wait for you here. If you don't come … someone will bring you here. "
Before hanging up, the man called Chong Lin spoke again, "The evolvers that patrolled with you should come and explain as well. Anyone who can hear me, I welcome you to bring Eight-Headed Druid and his companions to me. After all, Fanjia City is Guihe's territory. Think about it carefully, and act according to the circumstances. "
Today, I joked that if the apocalypse doesn't end this year, I'll end myself. Either one of us won't live to see the next year. After thinking about it seriously, I realized that the path to the end is almost complete. There are enough holes to bury hundreds of people, and the fate of some of the main characters has been decided. As for the rest, I'm waiting for them to call me and tell me their endings. So it's possible that the apocalypse will end this year …
(End of Chapter)
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