Chapter 62

"Hmm..." Cross opened his eyes slightly, his vision was still blurry, and there was a mist in front of him as if there was a layer of gauze.

Noticing someone moving beside him, he did not move rashly, but held his breath and watched carefully.

I don’t know what happened to Leir... I hope those people can really keep their promise and release his brother after capturing him.

But if they don't keep their word...there's nothing he can do.

Under the circumstances at that time, the enemy was so close to his brother, with the blade on his neck, that no matter how hard he struggled or tried to rescue him, it was difficult to guarantee that Rael would not be hurt. Therefore, Cross had no choice but to surrender, and then, foolishly and pathetically prayed here, praying that those people still had a little conscience in their hearts and would not hurt innocent people.

It was rare that Cross felt some regret. He regretted that he was too arrogant and thought he could solve all dangers that might harm his brother. However, he forgot that his existence was the most dangerous to his brother who could not become a warlock.

——Even if it was just a thread as thin as a hair in revenge, it could hurt his brother.

"Boss, should we just experiment on him? Or should we find some ordinary people first...?"

"What's the difference between ordinary people and those beasts? They actually decided to do it and wanted the best. And warlocks are more durable. Even if they fail once or twice, they won't die for a while."

"Besides, Pus said that he has already made arrangements with the college and will send a group of students for internship in a while. Then..."

What are they talking about?

Although he didn't understand, Cross already had a bad feeling in his heart.

He tried to use the arcane, but as expected, it fell on deaf ears, his power was suppressed. So, he calmly licked the thin and sharp blade pressed against the root of his tongue, ready to shoot at the throat of the attacker.

In Cross's adventure career, he was not always invincible, and he fell into the enemy's trap many times. He relied on this trick of hiding a knife under his tongue to kill countless enemies who thought they had won.

——Even without the blessing of arcane, he was confident that he could hit the target with one strike.

"Wait a moment!"

What a familiar voice.

Rael...?

Is it Rael?

Why is he here? Was he also captured by this group of people and they want to use him for some experiment? !

Cross was anxious, and his muscles tensed up instantly. Just when he was about to close his eyes, his brother's familiar voice rang out. After he heard the content clearly, it was as if he had taken a knife and cut several bloody holes in his heart.

Cross wished he hadn't heard it.

"I think our deal is clear. Let him bleed first. Once the herbs are infused, you can use him for experiments."

"Oh, of course, of course. Look at me, I almost forgot. Who is that? Why don't you go quickly? Don't keep us, Leir, waiting for too long."

bloodletting……?

Leir wants to let him bleed...?

The last bit of luck in my heart, fearing that I had misunderstood, was completely shattered in the next second by Leir's words "I'll do it myself".

"Haha, hahahahaha..." Cross couldn't help it anymore and suddenly closed his eyes, taking in the astonishment of the person in front of him.

He asked in confusion, "Why? Brother, why? So you let yourself be captured on purpose, right?"

He suddenly felt that his previous worries were somewhat pathetic.

He was expecting an answer, but Leier didn't answer his question right away. Instead, he almost jumped up in panic: "Didn't they say that this medicine would last for three days? Why did he wake up so soon?! What should I do? He heard what I said. Will bloodletting still work?!"

"Ha," Cross laughed out loud, feeling that the scene before his eyes was so absurd that even the most insignificant street story would not have such a ridiculous plot.

How could this happen?

His younger brother, the brother whom he had always doted on and loved, heard his question and his first reaction was to wonder whether it would affect the efficacy of the medicine.

As his mind raced, he had thought that his brother might be surprised, or might explain, or might find some excuses to tell him his difficulties. However, the only thing Cross had not expected was that he was not even willing to lie to himself.

Even if you just make up a ridiculous excuse?

——Just like many years ago, when the tiny Leir broke a vase, but said that the vase fell by itself.

Cross thought that as long as he said it, even if he said just this, it would be fine.

However--

"Don't look at me with such a hateful look!" Riel snatched the curved knife from the tray and without hesitation, stabbed it straight into Cross's left eye.

Blood spurted out, and he turned his wrist, spinning and stabbing it.

Cross's face turned pale in an instant and his whole body trembled. His lips opened and closed several times, but he finally suppressed the flying blade that was about to be shot.

Never mind. Let's leave it at that.

At that moment, when the brother whom he had doted on for many years stabbed him without hesitation, Cross suddenly found that he no longer had the confidence to kill him with one blow.

His mouth felt dry, his throat was tight, and the root of his tongue suddenly felt sore and soft.

Then, the blade in his mouth suddenly lost its force and slipped from Cross's lips.

"——What a close call! It turns out that my brother has such a hidden weapon on him. If I hadn't acted quickly, I'm afraid you would have shot it at me."

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Leir used a container to catch the blood that dripped from his jaw, but as if it was not enough, he pierced holes in his chest and limbs until two bowls were filled with blood.

Cross lost too much blood and was traumatized. His head drooped and slumped to one side, half-conscious. In a daze, he only heard Leir's urgent urging, "Go quickly, don't let the blood coagulate."

From beginning to end, he never asked himself whether he was willing to bleed for him.

Cross had no doubt that if his brother asked, he would agree without hesitation: if one bowl was not enough, then two bowls, if two bowls were not enough, then three bowls. But he did not ask.

Not only did they not ask, but they even sent him to this group of people as it was, to face the next unknown experiment.

Maybe it's Alchemy of Life, or maybe it's a potion experiment.

In short, he won't have an easy time.

At this moment, the pain of being betrayed by his loved ones overwhelmed the pain of being killed. Cross felt that his heart, like the bloody hole that was pierced, was bloody and painful.

A light red liquid slid down his eye sockets, dripped onto the ground, and then disappeared.

In this short moment, Cross thought a lot.

Was it a conspiracy against him from the beginning when Rael used the excuse of the Holy Spirit Medicine to treat illnesses?

His brother remained unharmed in the many battles they experienced along the way, not because he protected him well, but simply because those people obeyed his orders.

And, in the longer term...

Cross suddenly recalled Lanno's ambiguous words "maybe they are his relatives" on the island; and the laughter of the gravity controller before his death.

It turned out that at that time, more than one person had hinted to him, but he ignored all the anomalies.

Yes, before every action, he would tell his father, mother, and his dear brother. Apart from them, who else could know his movements so detailed, and how could he send out several waves of pursuers at the right time every time?

Cross no longer wanted to think about whether, in addition to his brother, his parents also joined in the fight against him.

He just felt a little tired.

He slowly closed his eyes.

*

As the last stroke of the brush fell, Jiang Zhulang breathed a sigh of relief. He saved the canvas and closed the software in one go. He clicked into the folder arbitrarily named 111, and then he realized that he had saved so many words and had not published them.

Jiang Zhulang glanced at the emoticons that the editor of T-New sent from time to time to urge him to update. He hesitated for a long time and replied, "Updated."

Afterwards, he logged into the MangaCat backend, posted an update, uploaded all the comics he had collected, and then quickly went offline.

After doing all this, Jiang Zhulang finally came to his senses. He felt that he was quite stupid just now, and he didn't know what he was doing in such a hurry.

He shook his head and smiled, then stood up and walked to the kitchen, where he cooked a deluxe bowl of instant noodles with eggs, intestines and beef fat for dinner.

After filling his stomach, Jiang Zhulang switched to the small account and clicked on the only comic book in his favorites to increase his reading volume.