“？？ Who? "Cold-Blooded Five subconsciously asked, but he quickly thought of a person. Other than the two of them, there was only one person here.
"Cold-Blooded Thirteen!"
That's right, it was Cold-Blooded Thirteen. The reason why Ye Lang stopped at the cave entrance was because he saw Cold-Blooded Thirteen lying on the ground, as if he was dead.
"Let's go take a look!" Cold-Blooded Five said calmly and rushed towards Cold-Blooded Thirteen like lightning. Even a normal person running might not be faster than her.
Arriving beside Cold-Blooded Thirteen, Cold-Blooded Five extended her small hand, a real small hand, and checked Cold-Blooded Thirteen's breathing.
"How is it, are you still breathing?" Ye Lang walked slowly behind her.
"No more breath!" Cold-Blooded Five put down her hand and said in disappointment. She was only disappointed, not sad or anything like that. She was disappointed because she could not find anyone to recover her condition.
"Oh …" Ye Lang suddenly changed directions at this time. He was originally running towards Cold-Blooded Thirteen's head, but now he was running towards his waist.
“？？ What are you doing? "Cold-Blooded Five felt that Ye Lang's change was a little strange.
"I'm going to get his ring. I remember that he has a mediocre spatial ring." Ye Lang shouted without turning his head and continued to run quickly.
"..." Cold-Blooded Five went silent and cursed in his heart. You're really shameless. You know that someone else died, so you immediately went to steal someone else's ring.
However, Cold-Blooded Thirteen's ring is the best among us, how can it be called mediocre?
What Cold-Blooded Five did not know was that Ye Lang looked down on this kind of ring. The one in his hand was much better, but it was still very rare. Normal people would only have very ordinary rings, and their capacity was much smaller.
Even an extraordinary organization like the Cold-Blooded Group could only obtain ordinary spatial containers, and only the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles had them. The others could only rely on themselves to think of a way.
Although Ye Lang did not fancy Cold-Blooded Thirteen's ring, he still fancied the things inside his ring. Perhaps there were some alchemy books that he had secretly collected, which were more valuable than the ones outside, and there was no need to talk about the materials inside.
"Found it!" Ye Lang climbed onto Cold-Blooded Thirteen's hand and tried his best to take out the ring.
"What's the point of getting the ring? It's not like you can use it or move it." Cold-Blooded Five appeared beside Ye Lang and said coldly. The ring was still too big for the two of them.
Spatial items couldn't be overlapped, or else it would cause chaos in space. Therefore, this ring couldn't be placed in another ring.
"Don't you know? Spatial rings can be big or small. They will automatically adapt to the user's hand." Ye Lang put the gloves into the ring, and the ring immediately shrank.
"..." Cold-Blooded Five went silent. She knew about this, but she didn't know that such a huge change was possible.
"Let's see how he died. It should be written in the alchemy diary." Ye Lang first found Cold-Blooded Thirteen's diary. This was something every Alchemist would do, including Ye Lang.
They would record the process of their alchemy experiments, and the more detailed ones would write down their thoughts and conjectures.
Generally speaking, if you get an Alchemist's alchemy diary, you can basically get all of the Alchemist's knowledge, that is, everything about the Alchemist.
Thus, alchemy diaries were usually kept in their own space or in a very secret place. In any case, it was the kind of place where no one would find it, at least when they were alive.
After death, it wouldn't be important, and the space contract would naturally disappear, and could be obtained by others.
However, some people, in order to prevent such a situation from happening, would use different methods to store their alchemy diary after they were killed and the enemy obtained their life's work.
Fortunately, Cold-Blooded Thirteen felt that there was no need for this, so he openly put his alchemy diary in his space ring, and just like that, Ye Lang took advantage of it.
"Bang …"
Ye Lang took out the diary from his space ring. However, the book was as big as a person. Although the ring had shrunk, the things inside hadn't shrunk. They were still the same.
Ye Lang looked at such a big book and went silent for a while. Then, he turned to Cold-Blooded Five and said: "Little Five, help me flip through the book."
"Hmph!" Cold-Blooded Five coldly snorted, completely ignoring Ye Lang.
"Do you want us to return to our original appearance?" Ye Lang tempted. He knew that this temptation was the greatest for Cold-Blooded Five.
"Hmph!" Cold-Blooded Five snorted again, but he still walked forward and opened the book.
Looking at the way Cold-Blooded Five opened the book, Ye Lang couldn't help but say: "Little Five, I didn't know that you were also very cute!"
Imagine a little girl who wasn't even twenty centimeters tall flipping through a book that was even taller than her. Even if Cold-Blooded Five was as cold as this, he would still be very cute.
"Read your book, don't speak useless nonsense!" Cold-Blooded Five said coldly.
"Turn to the last page." Ye Lang was already used to the way Cold-Blooded Five spoke, so he didn't mind.
As Cold-Blooded Five flipped through the book, he asked, "Why do you have to turn to the last page?"
"Stupid, you know when he can't do it this way." Ye Lang said snappily.
"..." Cold-Blooded Five had the urge to beat someone up. He was actually being taught a lesson by this stupid brat, but what this stupid brat said made sense. As long as he saw the last date of the diary, he would know when Cold-Blooded Thirteen died.
"From the diary, it's already been seven days!" Ye Lang looked at the diary and pondered.
"Oh, he's been dead for seven days!" Cold-Blooded Five looked at Cold-Blooded Thirteen, revealing a very complicated expression. It was unknown whether it was sympathy or sorrow.
"No, the time he couldn't do it was seven days ago, but he didn't die seven days ago. The exact time of death was three days ago." Ye Lang shook his head and said.
"?!" Cold-Blooded Five looked at Ye Lang in confusion.
"Seven days ago, he was unable to move. If someone came to save him, he might still be alive. However, he didn't have an assistant or anyone else to supervise him, so he didn't even have the last chance." Ye Lang looked at Cold-Blooded Thirteen and said regretfully.
Alchemist usually had assistants or companions. This was not only for the sake of communication, but more importantly, to prevent accidents from happening without anyone to take care of them.
"Oh …" Cold-Blooded Five seemed to understand a little.
The truth was as Ye Lang had expected. A small accident had occurred in Cold-Blooded Thirteen's experiment. This was not fatal, nor was it something that he paid attention to. However, in the end, because of this small accident, he was unable to move and could only quietly wait for death here.
Just as Ye Lang had said, if someone found out, they would definitely be saved!
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