Chapter 13 A Young Man

  Perhaps it's because my current appearance is too terrifying, with all these blood-red hairs wrapped around me. Through the small gaps, I see the man at the door without much expression, and upon seeing me in this state, he only slightly furrowed his brow. I'm afraid he thinks I'm a monster, so I hurriedly wave my hand to ask for help.

  But the man's movements were quicker than mine, and almost as soon as I raised my arm, he threw a cold light fire upwards, and the tomb chamber was suddenly brightly lit, even with my eyes closed I could feel the hairs wrapped around me starting to dodge, at this moment, I felt myself being pulled up and dragged away. Perhaps feeling that I really couldn't run anymore, the man stopped, I leaned against the wall panting heavily, saying to him: "Thank you for saving me."

  "En." The man responded faintly, and I asked again: "What's your name?"

  No one answered me, I raised my head to look at him, unexpectedly he had already left. I took a glance and got anxious, how could this be okay? A seriously injured person like me was left here without anyone to rely on, how could he just leave after saying so? So for the sake of my safety, I had no choice but to follow him shamelessly.

  Save me, this young man looks like he's only in his early twenties, thin and slender, with a very delicate face, but his personality is a bit introverted, and he doesn't like to talk to people. No big deal, I've seen weirdos before. I continued to size him up, he was wearing all black - black clothes, black pants, black shoes, completely monochromatic, but it looked pretty cool, especially the equipment at his waist, which was totally awesome. On his left side was a slender sword, on his right side what looked like a foldable gun, and next to that were several boxes of bullets. I don't know how intimidating he is, but he's definitely got a lot of strength - just now he effortlessly picked me up and ran for a while without even breaking a sweat!

  "Hey, little brother, my name is Feng Zi, are you here alone?" I asked him cautiously from behind, afraid that if he got upset, he would shake me off, and then what would I do?

  Obviously, he still didn't answer me, but fortunately, he didn't seem to want to shake me off either. I had no choice but to quietly follow him, wondering where Song Ah and the others had run off to. After all, I was covered in injuries now, and the first-aid kit was with Su Dai. If I didn't hurry up and bandage my wounds, I really didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

  Just a moment later, the tomb chamber echoed with a gurgling sound. As soon as I heard this sound, I thought of that glutinous rice ball with its skin peeled off and nervously said: "Young brother, has the peeled glutinous rice ball come out?"

  "En." He simply responded with a faint voice, without showing any fear at all. With smooth movements, he drew out the long sword from his waist. I carefully followed behind him, and soon, that monster appeared again. I don't know if it was the same one that attacked me before, but its body was splattered with blood, whether it was injured or someone else's blood.

  Only to see the young man grasping the knife with both hands, before the peeled rice dumpling could rush over, he had already taken the initiative to charge towards it, swinging his knife and chopping at its neck. The peeled rice dumpling dodged in a sorry state, but the young man's knife directly chopped off one of its arms! Chopping off one arm was not enough, with a quick flip of his body, another knife came down, that speed was something that couldn't be achieved without decades of practice!

  As I watched the peeled zongzi head rolling on the ground, I wanted to applaud and cheer, but I restrained myself. Instead, I ran up to him and said, "You're really impressive!" Only after saying this did I realize that my words had a somewhat flattering tone.

  I thought that little brother would still not answer me, but unexpectedly he shook his head, wiping his sword while faintly saying: "It's already injured."

  "Haha, that's impressive! Oh right, where did you learn your kung fu from? One day I'll go learn too and train a body that's invincible, beat those dead ducks to death!" As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself. What was I saying? It wasn't like me to ramble on about nothing. Just then, I saw him shake his head in exasperation, without responding to my words.

  "Ah...!"

  Good heavens, this is absolutely the most humiliating thing that has happened to me in my entire life. I'm lying on the ground and I don't even have the face to get up. Just now, I was about to defend myself, but as soon as I opened my mouth, it felt like something had tripped me up, and I fell straight to the ground. In an instant, I could taste blood in my mouth again.

  Luckily, that guy was a calm person and directly ignored me. If it were someone else who saw that, they would definitely laugh to death. After walking a few steps, I tripped again, but I still stood up calmly, pretending nothing had happened and continued walking. This time, I didn't think it was my own carelessness that made me fall, until I fell again. When I got up, I cursed: "Damn, who tripped me?!"

  That little brother probably couldn't bear to look at me anymore, and gave me a faint glance, saying: "That thing has too much resentment." After finishing speaking, he walked back, I was stunned, could it be that the peeled zongzi that was beheaded earlier was tripping me up? No way, it wasn't me who beheaded him, how come that little brother is fine, but keeps tripping me up! Still puzzled, I carefully followed behind that little brother's back, afraid of falling again, who knows my whole body aches all over now!

  On the way back, I almost tripped again, but fortunately, I was prepared and walked slower, almost one step at a time. I'm watching you trip again, you damn fool, don't think Grandpa is easy to bully!

  I saw the little brother rummaging through his small bag and asked expectantly: "Little brother, what are you going to do with that thing?"

  "Pour this on him and burn him directly." The little brother took out a small black bottle, I took it from him, took a look, the black liquid was sticky, could it be a mixture of black donkey's hoof and some oil? So I volunteered to say: "Let me do it!"

  That little brother seemed to have given up, so I carefully kicked the head next to the body and poured the black stuff from my hand onto the corpse. After doing that, I felt the temperature around me drop by several degrees. It seems like that thing was afraid? But I don't care about you, now that I have someone protecting me, I'm not afraid of you. So I lit a match and threw it down, but unexpectedly, the match was blown out while falling. I clicked my tongue, this ghost is really stubborn. So I took out a lighter, squatted down, and lit it up close. I don't believe that even at such a close distance, I still can't burn you!

  With a "whoosh" sound, the black oil was ignited, perhaps I poured too much, and the flames suddenly surged up. All I felt was a heat in front of my eyes, and I reflexively sat back down. At the same time, a shrill and piercing cry echoed around me, a sound that could be described as "wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf".

  I stood up anxiously and asked uncertainly: "Little brother, will it trip me again?"