Upon hearing this, not only was Wang San stunned, but everyone else in the room who had been overjoyed also froze in place.
Lin Yan'an asked incredulously, "Old charlatan, what do you mean?"
Ling Xu simply replied, "The literal meaning."
Lin Yan'an was furious, but he also knew that Ling Xu couldn't control the final outcome of the matter. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just silently sulked to the side.
No matter how bad this guy surnamed Lu is, he's still the person Jiang Meimei likes.
If Jiang Meimei were to wake up and find that Lu Cijian was dead, or rather, that he died because of her, how could she possibly accept it?
Besides, this guy surnamed Lu isn't that annoying; after all, he's his savior.
Wang San, who was standing nearby, hurriedly said, "Young Master, is the young master really going to die? Is there no chance of us surviving together?"
Everyone inside the room looked at Ling Xu, their eyes filled with hope.
Ling Xu simply shook his head. "I'm not sure either."
He could only say that there was a very high probability of them dying, and the chance of them both surviving was too small to be true.
But if he were to say those words directly to these people now, none of them would be able to accept it.
He just hoped a miracle would happen.
Hopefully, the world will remember Jiang Yimian enough so that she can stay without putting in too much effort.
If Lu Cijian brings them back as soon as possible, it's not impossible for the two of them to survive together.
But this idea is obviously too naive. Is the barrier between the two worlds so easy to break?
Silence fell over the room once again.
Jiang Qingyuan suddenly asked, "Can they hear us now?"
Ling Xu was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Lin Yan'an could no longer hold back, "How come you don't know anything? What if something really happens to that guy surnamed Lu, and Jiang Meimei still hasn't woken up?"
He was genuinely puzzled as to why the man surnamed Lu would believe the old charlatan's words. The old charlatan seemed completely ignorant and utterly unreliable.
How could someone surnamed Lu think this guy could save Jiang Meimei, even though he's now risking his own life for him?
No one responded to these words.
Ling Xu also closed his eyes, indicating that he did not intend to speak again.
Lin Yan'an was so angry that he scratched his head and wanted to say something, but he knew that everyone was in a bad mood, and if he said anything more, it would only make everyone more anxious.
As for that old charlatan, it's too late for him to be angry now. That guy surnamed Lu has already taken the blood, so it's too late for him to regret it.
Fortunately, Jiang Meimei's condition seems to have improved. He now only hopes that Jiang Meimei can wake up soon, and that Lu Cijian's life can be saved as well.
Just as she was regretting it, she saw Jiang Qingyuan standing by the bed. He hesitated for a while before talking about what he had learned from Wang Fengqin about the small depression.
He spoke slowly, pausing occasionally to check on the person in bed, but his face softened with the gentleness he displayed in his words, a stark contrast to his usual seriousness on the battlefield.
He really is no different from an older brother who loves and cares for his younger sister.
Xie Yu was stunned for a moment, and his anxiety was dispelled a lot by Xie Yu's story.
Gradually, even Lin Yan'an fell silent, no longer as anxious as before, and instead listened to what Jiang Qingyuan was saying.
Come to think of it, he's known Jiang Meimei for quite a while.
At the time, I only thought that the small depression was very remote, but I didn't expect that Jiang Meimei and the others seemed to have had a lot of fun things happen on that mountain.
When he finally heard Lu Cijian's name, his eyes widened even more. He never expected that the guy had known Jiang Meimei even before him.
No wonder he felt something was off back in Qingshi Village.
These two are really good at hiding their true intentions.
No, he must ask these two people a good question when they wake up.
These two must wake up soon.
Jiang Yimian was only immersed in the images that kept flashing through her mind. In addition to the female voice calling out, she seemed to hear a male voice as well.
The voice was intermittent, as if it was saying something interesting.
She couldn't hear clearly, but she inexplicably felt that the person was talking about her forgotten memories.
As the images that kept flashing through her mind gradually came together, the images began to come together.
It was a scene of a young girl carrying someone on her back as she walked up a mountain.
If she wasn't sure who the girl in the picture was before, she was now certain that it was her.
But where did this memory come from? Why doesn't it exist in her mind?
The more I thought, the fainter the voices became, until they finally came back to me again, intermittently.
She simply followed the red line and continued walking forward.
As I walked, I kept an eye on the fragments that flashed through my mind.
That seemed to be the memory she had forgotten.
She walked step by step toward the source of the red line, and the closer she got, the stronger the smell of blood became.
The sounds around me gradually faded, but the images in my mind began to multiply.
Her memories are slowly returning.
Finally, she started running through the darkness, quickly chasing after the red line.
There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
She remembered, she remembered everything.
She is Jiang Yimian, the second daughter of the Jiang family, and also an assassin in the organization.
She has both identities.
But what she truly desired was to be the second daughter of the Jiang family.
In the instant the memory returned, a person appeared before my eyes.
It was a thin man wearing blood-stained clothes. His eyes were filled with confusion, his face was excessively pale, and he looked weak, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Even so, blood continued to gush from the wound on the man's chest.
Bright red blood flowed continuously from his chest, then gathered in mid-air into red lines that stretched out in all directions, as if searching for something.
The man's face grew paler and paler, yet he made no attempt to stop the bleeding from his chest. Instead, he tore the wound open again, causing even more blood to flow out.
Jiang Yimian stared blankly for a moment, then her vision blurred instantly.
Was this man searching for her with blood while she was not around?
The blood that was evaporated by the light spots was also his.
Jiang Yimian stared at the figure and unconsciously uttered the name, "A-Jian".
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