The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chen Yifan rolled his eyes and walked towards the bedroom. Su Yang, holding his arm which was still aching, followed behind him, stumbling and lurching, like a follower.

"Wow! Brother Chen, your bedroom is too simple, isn't it? Just a bed and a chair. It looks like you're ready to run away at any moment!"

"Get out," Chen Yifan slapped his head in annoyance, "I usually don't live in the hall, why do I keep so many things here?" As he said that, he took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his aching ankle.

Su Yang didn't hesitate. He took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed. He even moved inwards to make room for Chen Yifan. "I need to rest for a while. I'm so tired." He yawned, his eyelids drooping. Within seconds of touching the pillow, he began to breathe evenly, soundly sleeping.

This guy's sleeping posture was not very elegant, with one leg draped over the quilt, and the gauze wrapped around his arm was rubbed crooked. He reached out and put Su Yang's leg back into the quilt, and helped him re-wrap the gauze, then turned off the light and lay down.

In the darkness, Chen Yifan lay awake, his mind consumed by tonight's bloody battle. The frantic glare of Prisoner Skeleton, the whirring of chains, the flames shooting skyward from the explosion... Scenes flashed before his eyes. Even after treatment, the burns on his back still ached, and the bruises on his ankles burned.

He turned over and looked at Su Yang's sleeping profile. Although this kid was noisy at ordinary times, he was not too bad at critical moments. It was just that his skills... were far inferior to those of his noble brother.

As he was pondering, suddenly, a dazzling golden light flashed by from the side, standing out in the dark room.

Chen Yifan was shocked and sat up suddenly. He looked down and found that the light was coming from Su Yang!

A soft golden light seeped out from Su Yang's skin like water, slowly enveloping his injured arm. The golden light was particularly intense at the wound beneath the gauze. One could vaguely see the skin and flesh healing at a visible speed under the golden light, the previously exposed flesh slowly flattening.

The teeth marks that were deep enough to see the bone gradually faded, and the redness and swelling of the scratches on his body also gradually faded in the golden light.

Chen Yifan held his breath, watching from the side in astonishment. He had lived for so many years, had seen swords flash and shadows, seen strange tactics, but never anything this bizarre. How could this kid have something like this?

Before he could react, the golden light seemed to have completed its treatment of Su Yang and slowly dissipated. Then, it slowly floated towards him.

Chen Yifan subconsciously tried to hide, but found that the golden light seemed alive, gently enveloping his entire body. A warm current instantly surged through his limbs and bones. The burned area on his back, which had been burning with pain, now felt like it was soaked in warm water. The burning sensation gradually faded, and the scabby skin fell away under the golden light, revealing the tender pink flesh underneath.

The marks on the ankles, the bite marks on the arms, and the small scratches from the fight... all the wounds healed rapidly in the golden light, without leaving even a trace of scars.

But in just a few minutes, all the pain in my body disappeared, and I felt as relaxed as if I had just had a good sleep.

Chen Yifan turned his head to look at his intact back, then touched his ankle. It was smooth and there was no sign of injury at all.

He looked at Su Yang again. The golden light had slowly receded and flowed back into his body like a tide, disappearing without a trace, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Su Yang was still sleeping soundly. He smacked his lips, turned over, and buried his face in the pillow, completely unaware that such a bizarre thing was happening to him.

the next day--

Su Yang was sleeping soundly in bed, and he could feel that Qiu Gu's empty eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

"Don't pretend to be dead if you're awake." Chen Yifan's voice came from the door, holding an oil-paper bag in his hand. "An Nuo was worried that you wouldn't be able to get used to the food in the hall, so I went out and bought some for you to fill your stomach."

Su Yang's eyes lit up instantly. He jumped out of bed without even bothering to put on his coat. He rushed over barefoot and grabbed a meat bun. Even though it was so hot that he grimaced, he was reluctant to let go. He blew on it twice and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm...smells!"

Chen Yifan leaned against the door frame, holding a cigarette between his fingers. Amidst the smoke, his eyes fell on his arm, where the gauze was hanging loosely, revealing smooth skin. Not to mention the teeth marks deep enough to see the bone, there wasn't even a shallow scar left.

"Your arm doesn't hurt anymore?"

Su Yang then looked down at his arm, reached out and touched it, pinched it, and his face was full of surprise: "Hey? It doesn't hurt anymore! And... it's healed?"

He lifted up his clothes and looked at his waist and knees. The bruises and scrapes from the beatings were all gone, and his skin was as smooth as if he had never been injured.

He belatedly looked at Chen Yifan and saw that his clothes on his back were smooth and he was moving freely, without any signs of burns or sprains. He was immediately even more confused: "Brother Chen, your injury is also..."

Chen Yifan didn't answer, but asked directly: "What happened to the golden light on you last night?"

"Golden light?" Su Yang looked confused. "What golden light?"

"It was the golden ball of light that emerged from your body in the middle of the night." Chen Yifan took two steps forward and stared into his eyes. "It healed both your injuries and mine. Didn't you feel it?"

Su Yang scratched his head and tried to recall. He slept too deeply last night. Apart from a nightmare of being chased and beaten by a prisoner, he didn't seem to have any special feelings.

"So... my injury is so healed?" He frowned, looking confused. "I don't know. Brother Chen, to be honest, there are a lot of strange things happening to me."

"Oh?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and motioned him to continue.

"Sometimes, I become really strong. Last time, I was fighting with someone and was about to be beaten down, but suddenly I felt full of energy and knocked the other person down in just a few moves."

Su Yang scratched his hair, looking helpless. "But this thing is completely random. I can't even control it myself. No one knows when it will show its power next time. Just like this time, it can heal me when I'm injured by emitting golden light, but next time I get injured again, it might not work. Last time I fell from the fifth floor, and I was in pain all night, but I didn't see any light."

Chen Yifan listened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "So this is a one-time deal for you? Do you use it every time to see how you feel?"

"That's about right..." Su Yang also felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and chuckled twice, "But I was surprised that I was able to heal your injury this time, Brother Chen."

Chen Yifan didn't mention the matter again, and instead said, "There's news from Master Bai. The Eighth Hall Master is in trouble again in the quiet room."

"Dead again?" Su Yang's hand stopped in mid-air, and the meat bun in his hand suddenly didn't smell as good anymore.

"He's not dead, but he's scarier than dead. He bit off half of his tongue and now he can't speak, he can only scream."

"Is it...was it Prisoner Skeleton who did it?"

"The surveillance camera in the quiet room didn't capture anyone." Chen Yifan's eyes darkened. "Master Bai asked me to go over now. If you want to go with me, pack your bags quickly."

"I must go and see!" Su Yang hurriedly packed himself up and followed.

The quiet room is hidden on the third underground floor of the Tianyan Society's headquarters. It is a completely enclosed concrete room with walls thick enough to withstand bombs. It has only one iron door with an observation window, and the key is kept by Xiao Heidan himself.

When Chen Yifan and Su Yang arrived, Xiao Heidan was standing in front of the observation window. Two doctors in white coats were standing next to him, gesturing with syringes.

"Here I am." Little Black Egg didn't turn around, "Look for yourself."

Chen Yifan and Su Yang moved closer to the observation window, and their stomachs instantly felt like a block of ice was stuffed into them.

The Eighth Hall Master was curled up in the corner of the quiet room, his chin was covered in blood, there was a big gash at the corner of his mouth, half of his tongue was hanging out, looking like a piece of chewed meat.

"Little Black Egg, did the surveillance really not capture anything?"

The other person nodded and pointed to the screen next to him. There was only a snowflake on it. He said to Su Yang, "It suddenly stopped half an hour ago. When it was restored, he had already hurt himself like this." He turned and looked at Chen Yifan, "How do you think she got in?"

Chen Yifan stared at the snowflakes on the screen, his tone uncertain: "The Eighth Hall Master has been in trouble one after another. She...she may have planted something a long time ago, such as a device that can interfere with the surveillance."

"That makes sense." Xiao Heidan nodded and handed Chen Yifan a key. "Open the door and go in. Be careful."

"I want to see too!" Su Yang pulled Chen Yifan's clothes and squeezed forward. Xiao Heidan wanted to grab his collar but failed, and let this guy slip in.