"Your wound is healing."
Shi Jinzhe didn't even have the strength to turn his head, but he still forced himself to watch. The largest wound on his body was slowly healing, and the flesh was being stitched back together.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and he stared blankly for a few seconds, making sure he wasn't hallucinating from the pain.
"It might be related to my unknown skill, but I've never experienced self-healing when I suffered more serious injuries before."
"Regardless of the reason, it's a good thing." Shekh was extremely interested in the self-healing wound and touched the spot with his palm.
As the wound healed, the pain gradually subsided, and Shi Jinzhe regained some strength. He took out a new piece of clothing from his ring, intending to change out of the damp, tattered shirt he was wearing.
Shekh asked, "You keep saying that cheaters don't have skills, but have you ever thought about where those skills come from?"
"No, if it weren't for the game prompt that I could change equipment, I would have thought that the two asterisks in the skill section were meaningless. I was preconceived that there were no skills. This skill looks like it is passively triggered, so I didn't realize that the skill existed until then."
"A hidden skill. It seems you're not only a cheater, but you may have also obtained this skill through illegitimate means."
Shi Jinzhe's condition improved, and his thinking ability returned: "From what you're saying, you know about hidden skills?"
Shekh pointed to his ribbon, "I have one, which is why I can't take it off often."
The black ribbons on her eyes were never torn or dirty, impervious to water and fire, and stayed perfectly on her face without ever coming loose or falling off.
"Will it be uncomfortable to wear it all the time?"
“I don’t feel anything.” Shehra pulled his hand over to his eyes. “Feel it for yourself.”
Shi Jin folded her wrist and lightly touched the ribbon with the back of her hand. The touch was light and cool, just like her body temperature and impression, low and cold.
The material wasn't as smooth as I'd imagined; the difference was noticeable when I rubbed the back of my hand against both my skin and the ribbon.
In the Azure Isle instance, the ribbon was once removed by Sheikh. In just one second, she destroyed the specially made isolation room and then unleashed an uncontrollable bloodlust.
Shi Jinzhe speculated that the ribbon might have been used to suppress Shekh's eyes or for protection, perhaps to prevent side effects from excessive use.
She could explode with a single blink, leaving not even ashes behind. What if she blinked a few more times, or didn't wear the ribbon?
If the player with the bomb has a bomb, does that mean Shech is considered to have his own bomb?
The moment this thought came to mind, Shi Jinzhe was amused by his own idea.
"What are you laughing at?" I don't understand.
"nothing."
He stopped mentioning the ribbon and sat up, saying, "This time I misjudged the situation; the bomb player is not easy to deal with."
Shech is immune to Shi Jinzhe's habitual self-criticism, and she says her opinion: "If everything goes smoothly, what's the point of calling it a survival game?"
"What you say makes sense."
Shekh rubbed the most prominent red mark back and forth with his palm, saying to himself, "If your skill has self-healing ability, then you will be able to recover even faster in the future."
Shi Jinzhe felt that what she said and what she wanted to express were not the same thing, so he reminded her, "You can take your hands off now, I need to change my clothes, turn your back."
"Can't I see it?" After thinking for a moment, Shekh added, "Actually, I've seen both sides of it. You also have a mole on your back, right on your spine."
"...That won't work either."
“Why? I didn’t even think you were dirty.” Shekh showed him the blood on his hands. “I’ve already seen it, so stop playing hard to get.”
"The phrase 'playing hard to get' isn't used like that..."
"I think it can be used this way, listen to me."
Shekh opened another bottle of water and poured it all over Shi Jinzhe without any buffer, washing away the remaining bloodstains.
Explosions are a very dirty way to get injured. Dust, dirt, and blood stick together and adhere to the body, making the injured person uncomfortable and the person cleaning up uncomfortable as well.
Shi Jinzhe was injured while shielding her head from broken glass.
After rinsing himself off, Sheh stared intently at the red mark, unsure whether he should tell Shi Jinzhe something.
Her intuition told her that it wasn't a good idea to say this, but not saying it would be a form of deception.
After much thought, she decided she couldn't lie to Shi Ju and had to tell him.
Shi Jinzhe was studying how to hold hands while changing clothes when Sheh suddenly approached.
She said very seriously, "Actually, I won't get hurt, you don't need to shield me."
Shi Jinzhe looked up at her and saw a small patch of gray in the profile of Shehe's face, which was covered by her hair. It was ash from the explosion.
He didn't comment on that statement. It was a decision made in an instant, and as long as there was no regret, there was no point in discussing whether or not to do it.
He reached out to wipe the stains off Shekh, but then remembered the blood on it and pointed to the same spot on his own face, saying, "It's not clean here."
“My hands are bloody too, your blood.” Shekh said with a hint of regret, “It’s all wasted because it’s mixed with opium.”
If I had known Shi Jinzhe would bleed so much, I would have made her drink it all.
“…Then don’t move.” Shi Jinzhe wiped his hands with his clothes to clean the dirt. It was a little difficult to clean, mainly because he didn’t dare to use too much force.
With his head slightly wet, he turned and continued cleaning the area.
Beneath her exposed neck were bulging blue veins, blood flowing through them, making Sherhe feel as if she were being invited.
"It's clean now." Shi Jinzhe withdrew his hand and sighed, "I'm very dirty, let me change my clothes first."
Shekh got off him with great regret, and the two of them changed clothes like children, pulling the left side to the right and the right side to the left.
He wiped the floor with old clothes, then had Sher wash his hands before Shi Jinzhe changed position and lay down with a thick piece of clothing underneath.
It was getting dark outside. This prop could still be used for more than four hours, so he had to hurry up and get some sleep.
Although the wound healed, the medicine amplified his fatigue, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down.
The doghouse was too small to fit its tail, and it even needed to hold hands to sleep. Sher was so bored that even the speed of its blinking slowed down.
After sitting quietly for ten minutes, she hesitantly reached out and covered Shi Jinzhe's eyes with her hand.
With his eyes unseen, the melancholy and vulnerability on his face seemed to have vanished, leaving only indifference and aloofness.
One person, two completely different temperaments. I wonder if Shi Jinzhe, who can't see her eyes, would also feel the same way.
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