It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai felt the force of each bandage wrapped around his body. Some of the wounds were too deep, and blood seeped out under the bandages. He could almost feel his pulse beating in pain.

In fact, ordinary bandages alone will definitely not have any therapeutic effect.

But he didn't say anything. He just looked up and quietly watched Lu Yuanshi concentrating on bandaging him.

Lu Yuanshi lowered his eyes and looked at the wound meticulously.

There was an oppressive silence around them, the only sound in the air being their breathing.

After a long time, Lu Yuanshi took out a small bottle of something from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Painkillers, sweet ones."

Lu Yuanshi's voice was low and cold, consistent with his usual aloof attitude.

But when Xiao Huai heard these words, his pupils couldn't help but dilate slightly and he stood there in a daze.

He lightly hooked the edge of the medicine bottle with his fingertips, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Why... can't you blame me for making this place dirty?"

Lu Yuanshi didn't seem to understand this question. He stood in front of Xiao Huai and looked at him quietly for a long time.

When Xiao Huai thought there would be no answer, Lu Yuanshi reached out his hand the next moment and gently placed it on his head. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, with a rare gentleness.

"Reward." Lu Yuanshi lowered his head and leaned closer to Xiao Huai, his voice filled with almost imperceptible emotion: "Didn't you win? Keep watch."

We won the vigil, so there has to be some kind of reward.

So, being gentle to you is also a form of reward.

Favoritism and partiality.

At this moment, the string in Xiao Huai's heart seemed to be plucked.

When he looked at Lu Yuan in front of him, he suddenly smiled faintly.

It's really... a priest who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments.

He smiled lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. In that smile there was hidden pain and a hint of unspeakable warmth.

Lu Yuanshi's hand was still on top of his head, his movements very light.

At that moment, Xiao Huai was in so much pain that sweat was running down his cheeks, but he suddenly felt that the pain was not so unbearable.

This is enough for now.

Xiao Huai walked out, picked up the bottle of painkillers, bit the bottle mouth with his teeth, and swung it casually, and the bottle cap popped off.

With a bit of nonchalantness, he threw a pill into his mouth, and the pill dissolved in his mouth.

Very sweet.

The sweetness spreads, surprisingly soft.

He swallowed the pill and exhaled softly, with a faint smile still on his lips.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore." He tilted his head towards Lu Yuan and raised his chin. His voice was casual and lazy, like a cat waking up from an afternoon nap. "See you at church."

After saying that, Xiao Huai turned around and left. He left cleanly and neatly, but it seemed as if he was deliberately hiding something.

I walked faster because I didn't want to be discovered.

Lu Yuanshi stood in place, his eyes quietly following Xiao Huai's back.

Only when Xiao Huai completely disappeared from his sight did he lower his head and look at his hands.

There was still traces of Xiao Huai's blood on his hands, and the red marks had not faded.

Lu Yuanshi looked at the bright red blood in the palm of his hand and frowned slightly. The bloodstains reflected on his fingertips seemed to have precipitated an unresolved entanglement.

He didn't understand any of this, but there were some unspeakable emotions lingering in his heart, like the only color in this silent darkness.

----

Zheng Wenshan was the first person to see Xiao Huai coming out of the land of bones.

He stood at the entrance of the hall with a bit of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that Xiao Huai could actually come out alive.

He passed by last night and took a peek at the scene inside through the crack in the door.

It's like hell...

He glanced at Xiao Huai and noticed that although he looked exhausted, he had no obvious fatal wounds.

His strength is truly unfathomable.

Zheng Wenshan was silent for a moment before he stepped forward, frowning as if wanting to confirm something. He then asked, "Did you rescue me yesterday?"

Xiao Huai raised his eyelids lazily, and his gaze lingered on Zheng Wenshan's face for a moment, as if he had no interest in his question.

He said coldly, "What did you remember?"

After hearing this, Zheng Wenshan's eyes revealed a hint of complexity.

He had a vague dream while resting last night, and there were some fragments in the dream that he could not ignore.

I did something ridiculous at some point.

That feeling of being out of control is like being trapped in a nightmare woven by someone else.

"I had a dream last night, and there were some fragmented fragments in my mind..." Zheng Wenshan whispered, with some doubt and uncertainty in his words, "It seems like I really did something very strange."

Zheng Wenshan clenched his fists: "I always feel that the me in my dreams is not like myself, but more like a madman."

Xiao Huai's eyes deepened as he carefully observed Zheng Wenshan's expression.

He did not answer, but silently kept Zheng Wenshan's words in his heart.

He shifted his gaze, raised his head, looked at the painting hanging on the wall not far away, and changed the subject.

"If the painter hadn't died, what kind of person would he be?" Xiao Huai suddenly spoke in a calm voice, which surprised Zheng Wenshan.

Zheng Wenshan followed Xiao Huai's gaze and looked at the mural.

The strong colors and fine lines on the picture are intertwined, and the superb skills make people sigh at the painter's talent and dedication.

"He must be a genius." Zheng Wenshan said with some emotion in his voice.

He was silent for a moment, as if he had something left unsaid.

Geniuses are lonely.

At this moment, Xiao Huai asked again: "What about me?"

Zheng Wenshan didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and was about to speak with a frown.

Then a voice sounded from above:

"Of course he's also a genius."

Qi Can looked down at them with a faint smile on his face. "The novelist is a genius, and so are you."

Qi Can's voice was morbidly gentle, as if he was saying something ordinary, but there was an unsettling aura in it.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes and looked at him, and an invisible pressure spread between the two of them.

Qi Can's smile deepened instead.

He touched his stomach and said lazily, "But aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat? I'm really exhausted without eating or drinking. I really want to get out of here quickly. I really don't know how to leave here."

As he spoke, he walked down the stairs and finally came in front of Xiao Huai, with a smile in his eyes that was a little crazy.

He chuckled softly and said, "You should have discovered that this game relies heavily on the main quest."

Qi Can's voice was soft and low, like a bewitching poison.

There was an elusive light in his eyes, as if he was ready to tear off his disguise at any time and reveal his hidden malice.

Xiao Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Qi Can in front of him, as if he was weighing something, and finally answered slowly:

"of course."