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Liu Muze took off his clothes and found a nail lodged in his abdomen. He took a small knife from a drawer, sterilized it with fire, and then cut into the flesh vertically. He drew a circle along the nail, grabbed the nail by the brim of his hat, and yanked it out.
He groaned and knelt beside the bed. His clenched fists pressed against the quilt, his forehead resting on his arms, gritting his teeth and remaining silent, maintaining this position.
After a while, Liu Muze turned over and sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, letting out the breath he had been holding. Blue spots popped up on his neck and hands, and he broke out in a sweat, panting lightly.
"No wonder I couldn't pull it out before." He turned the screw in his hand that was as long as his middle finger.
Each thread of the nail is densely packed with barbs. Their cross-section is teardrop-shaped, with sharp, teardrop-shaped tips facing outward, like tiny blades, perfect for slicing through flesh and severing blood vessels. Each barb branches off into two smaller barbs near the end of the thread. The barbs become denser and thinner as they go down, giving the nail an overall shape resembling a closed, straight-handled umbrella. It's easy to drive in, but difficult to remove.
"I underestimated him. It was also my own carelessness that led to him being tricked by a completely dead man. Luckily, I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have given my life back to Ye Chenyi." The wound on his stomach continued to bleed, and Liu Muzhe could no longer hold back the blood with his hands. "Tsk, I really fell into his trap this time."
He picked up the white clothes next to him, hesitated for a while, and put the clothes on the bed. He stood up, took a large roll of paper to block the wound, and slid down to sit on the ground against the corner.
"How much more painful should skinning be than this?" Liu Muzhe smiled helplessly. He had only been following Ye Jing'an for a short while, but the unexpected situations he encountered were equivalent to those in the previous hundreds of years.
"What an unlucky kid! I wonder what he did in his previous life."
"Hey... why do earthly immortals still need to eat and sleep? They feel weak without eating and sleeping."
"Don't sleep. Ye Chenyi said that if you talk more when you are sleepy, you won't fall asleep."
"I can't sleep, otherwise I definitely won't be able to get up for six hours."
"Ye Jing'an will probably dream about that thing again tonight. I have to stay by his side and not sleep."
"I'm so hungry. I have to eat the meal he bought me in the afternoon."
"Fortunately, Earth Immortals have stronger recovery abilities than ordinary people. Is six hours... enough?"
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"Don't sleep! Ye Jingan is still waiting for you..."
Six hours later.
"Brother Liu, get up and eat!" Ye Jing'an came to knock on the door on time, and then he started knocking and kicked the door, but there was no movement in the room.
"Old Qiu, I think something really happened to Brother Liu." Ye Jing'an said anxiously.
"Brother Liu is so powerful, it can't be that serious, right? You looked worse than him this morning. You must be too sleepy and haven't eaten, so you have low blood sugar, right?" Qiu Zimu's voice also weakened. After all, Brother Liu's complexion had visibly deteriorated.
"I'm worried." Ye Jing'an ran downstairs to ask the hotel manager to open the door. When the door was opened a crack, Ye Jing'an began to retch. He had smelled the bloody odor in the haunted house for a long time, and after seeing the images of dismembered bodies, he was particularly sensitive to the smell.
Qiu Zimu also smelled a faint smell of blood coming from the house.
The two looked at each other and rushed in.
Liu Muzhe leaned against the corner with his eyes closed, his face pale, the large roll of paper in his hand was stained blood red, and one side of his stomach was covered in blood.
"Brother Liu!" Ye Jing'an pounced and sat down beside him. He patted him but he didn't respond. "Call an ambulance!"
"Hey, okay!" Qiu Zimu was frightened by Liu Muzhe's behavior. He took out his cell phone for a long time and called 120 tremblingly.
"I told you something was wrong!" Ye Jing'an took off his clothes and covered the wound, looking at the small hole, which was still bleeding bit by bit with his breathing. It had been bleeding for six hours, so the blood must have spurted out in the beginning, right?
Qiu Zimu picked up the nail, tightened his throat and said, "This, this can't be... Brother Liu's flesh, right?"
"Bring it here, let me see." Ye Jing'an's frown deepened the more he looked at it. "Fuck! You're such a lunatic! How dare you pull something like this out?!"
He slapped the ground and gasped in anger.
"You are still very weak and can't be angry. Don't be anxious." Qiu Zimu supported him, seeing that he would faint at any time.
Looking at the nail in his hand, Ye Jing'an felt as if his heart was being squeezed hard. He touched the flesh on it with a trembling hand. Liu Muze's flesh was hooked on the spikes, and you could see the traces of being torn. He had torn it off! Ye Jing'an stared at Liu Muze, unable to imagine how painful it must be. He didn't know how he could do it.
"Don't be like this, I'll take care of Brother Liu, you go back and rest first." Qiu Zimu saw that his eyes were red and he was about to cry with anger, and his face turned blue.
Qiu Zimu was most afraid of seeing people cry. Ye Jing'an didn't shed many tears. The number of times he had cried since he was a child could be counted on one's fingers. Looking at his swollen eyes these past two days, it was estimated that he had shed more tears than in the previous eighteen years combined.
"Leave me alone!" Ye Jing'an pushed Qiu Zimu away. "You dare to fight with me? I'll see how long you can last. If you have the guts, don't wake up!"
Qiu Zimu straightened up and sighed.
Ye Jing'an was usually cheerful and easy to talk to, but once his temper flared up, no one could stop him. The ambulance arrived quickly, and Ye Jing'an stomped on it. Qiu Zimu didn't try to persuade him, as he couldn't stop it anyway. It would be safer for him to stay in the hospital; if he fainted from anger, staying there would be a good option.
Liu Muzhe was pushed into the operating room and the door was opened about thirty minutes later.
Seeing the doctor's heavy expression, Ye Jingan asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is he?"
"The abdominal aorta was cut and there was heavy bleeding."
"Will he die?"
"Hmm... If it were anyone else, they would have died if they hadn't been taken to the hospital within six hours. But he has a special physique, and his wounds healed quickly, so he's fine." The doctor asked curiously, "What injured him? The wound is so unique, I've never seen it before."
Ye Jingan took out the nail and handed it to the doctor.
He held up his glasses, leaned in to examine the nail structure carefully, and asked weakly, "Did you pull it out without anesthesia?"
Ye Jingan remembered that the knife on the ground was also stained with his blood: "It should have been cut open with a knife first."
The doctor's eyelids twitched wildly, his face filled with disbelief. This man had long hair and looked like a gentle scholar, but he had never expected that he would be so cruel to him!
After a while, Liu Muzhe was sent to the inpatient ward. His wound had been treated and bandaged, and he was wearing a clean hospital gown. After receiving a bottle of nutrient solution, his face was no longer as pale as before.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't dragged you to the haunted house, none of this would have happened." Ye Jing'an walked in and sat next to him, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Who could have thought of this? Don't blame yourself." Qiu Zimu comforted.
"Didn't you hear what the doctor said? If he didn't have a special physique, he would have died long ago!" Ye Jing'an became more and more excited as he spoke, "I almost killed him!"
"I'm sorry, I was also involved in dragging him to the haunted house." Qiu Zimu lowered his head.
"It's none of your business. It was me who asked him to save the child and caused the trouble. It must be related to the Soul-Catching Bell. I saw him take out a small one and hide it." Ye Jing'an recalled the details of the time and muttered to himself in a low voice.
"Okay, there's no danger to your life after all. You go to sleep for a while, I'll keep watch over you." Qiu Zimu put his arm around Ye Jing'an's shoulders and shook him gently to let him get up and leave.
"No!" Ye Jing'an pushed Qiu Zimu aside, "Let's see how he explains it when he wakes up!"
"Brother Liu cares about you a lot. He knows he will be angry if you do this." Qiu Zimu said with a bitter face.
"He's the only one who gets angry easily? Who doesn't have a temper?" Ye Jing'an pushed Qiu Zimu out and locked him outside. "Get out! I won't hurt innocent people!"
"You..." Qiu Zimu had no choice. Even if he was really stubborn, he couldn't beat him. "Hey!"
If he woke up in pain even when he was asleep, it would be better not to sleep. Ye Jing'an just stared at him all night. Qiu Zimu checked on him every two hours, afraid that he would really faint.
"Didn't you say you couldn't sleep with someone next to you?" Ye Jing'an saw that the man surnamed Liu was sleeping soundly, and he gritted his teeth and raised his voice, "You slept soundly!"
The next morning, Liu Muze woke up in a daze. Just as he bent his waist and tried to sit up, he felt a pain in his abdomen as if the flesh was being torn. He frowned and lay down again. He turned his head and saw Ye Jingan with two swollen black circles on his face, staring at him without blinking. Liu Muze paused: "Ye Jingan? Why are you here?"
"How dare you ask?!" Ye Jing'an snorted coldly.
Liu Muzhe looked around. This was a hospital.
You will fall asleep if you talk too much!
He cursed the big liar Ye Chenyi in his heart, sighed and asked: "How long have I slept?"
Ye Jingan took out his phone, clicked on the stopwatch, and reported the time in a dull tone: "18 hours, 39 minutes, 45.36 seconds."
Liu Muzhe blinked. He had even used the timer, and it was accurate to two decimal places. Was he going to settle the score later?
"You are really capable. The soundproofing of that hotel is terrible. How could you really just stand there and pull flesh without saying a word?!" Ye Jing'an gnashed his teeth, as if he was pulling his own flesh.
"It doesn't hurt, why are you shouting?" Liu Muzhe said lightly.
If Ye Jingan hadn't seen the wound and heard his calm tone, he would have thought it didn't hurt. But now, hearing his words, he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He shouted loudly: "Don't you know what that nail looks like? It doesn't hurt! The doctor said that if it were someone else, they would have died!"
Ye Jing'an cursed sarcastically, "Oh, you really are my big brother! You're so arrogant! You beat me twice, and you really think you're invincible? You're not eating or sleeping, and you're looking for death. Do you really think you're my ancestor of immortals?"
How do you talk to your ancestor?
Liu Muzhe turned his head to the other side and ignored him.
Ye Jingan continued to speak: "You kept silent about your injury and even skipped the anesthesia and just cried. You are really amazing! The hospital will close down tomorrow if it encounters people like you! My great master even knew to go to the hospital, and you are even more awesome than my great master? I admit my mistake once, and I will really praise you to the sky!"
"Stop mentioning your ancestor all the time!" Liu Muzhe glared at him.
"Why would my ancestor care about you? You can't even take care of yourself, and you still want to care about me and my ancestor? My ancestor is very clear-headed. He knows that I am injured and should be sent to the hospital, unlike some people..." Ye Jing'an continued endlessly.
Liu Muze was too lazy to argue with him, so he turned his head away and whispered, "Your ancestor will be scolded to death by you sooner or later."
"What did you say? How dare you curse my ancestor!" Ye Jing'an came close to him, "Turn around!"
Liu Muzhe ignored him.
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