After a few prickings, the man's fingers gradually loosened.
As soon as Su Wan pulled her foot out, Jiang Yan's familiar roar rang out from the other side of the wall.
She immediately threw herself to the ground, mimicking the most common corpse-lying posture in movies, extending her right hand, covering her face with her left hand, biting her sleeve between her teeth to prevent making a sound, and closing her eyes.
The heavy footsteps stopped in front of her, and her hand was pressed down hard by something heavy.
The pain in her fingers almost made her cry.
She secretly peeked through a crack in her eye and saw that Jiang Yan's foot was pressing down on her hand. A normal person's foot is at least a little softer, but Jiang Yan's foot felt like steel; she felt like the bones in the back of her hand were about to be crushed. It felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing through her fingers—it was like torture.
Speaking out at this moment means certain death.
She bit her sleeve hard, tears still streaming down her face. She kept repeating to herself, "Hold it in, hold it in, pretend you're really dead..."
The man, already delirious, raised his bloodied wrist and said to Jiang Yan, "Help..."
Jiang Yan stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the man's hands and feet, pulling them to the sides.
Su Wan quickly closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at the man's death. She heard the sound of bones breaking and thought to herself, "I'm sorry, I can't save you. I can only save myself first."
Jiang Yan left the man behind and stood there panting, looking around.
Su Wan lay motionless until Jiang Yan walked away and she could no longer hear his footsteps. Only then did she open her eyes, carefully roll over, and look at her right hand.
The bones weren't broken, but I've lost all feeling in my right hand. I don't know how long it will take to recover.
In that case, we won't be able to climb the wall anymore. Even if we get a defensive gun, how will we shoot it?
She gritted her teeth and stood up.
There's always a way out, and there's always a solution to every problem. Let's find those blacksmiths first.
Passing through a courtyard wall, the ground was covered with rubble and wooden beams. Not far ahead, a structure resembling a square tower stood in the darkness, probably two stories high. The upper part was clearly damaged, likely broken in the middle, and the fragments on the ground were probably pieces of the tower.
She had never been here before and didn't know where she was, so she stepped onto the pile of rubble and walked forward.
She had only walked a few steps when she saw several people in black armor lying haphazardly below the tower.
The presence of black armor suggests that the defensive gun might be here; finding the defensive gun would allow you to kill the White Walkers.
Despite her great joy, she remained composed and carefully moved closer to the base of the square tower, avoiding any noisy spots on the rubble.
Below the tower lay the corpses of five blacksmiths, all brutally murdered; even their black armor couldn't withstand Jiang Yan's claws. Four iron hammers lay on the ground, giving her a glimmer of hope. She crouched down beside the men, groping on the ground with her left hand to see if she could find a defensive gun.
Just as they started searching, footsteps sounded again from outside the courtyard wall behind them.
Jiang Yan... he's actually back again.
Su Wan was taken aback, wondering how Jiang Yan could have come over when she hadn't said a word. Then she realized that people have legs and don't stay in one place, so they naturally wander around.
Just as he was about to play dead again, a rope suddenly appeared in front of him.
The last time I saw this thing was when I was desperate in an inn in Suiyang County.
Her eyes lit up, and she reached out her left hand to pull down the rope, tied it around her waist in a knot, and then pulled it again to indicate that it was ready.
The rope pulled her up rapidly, and in no time she was pulled to the top of the broken tower.
She was all alone just now, and she was so nervous that as soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt her body and legs go weak and she collapsed against Chu Yi.
Chu Yi whispered in her ear, "Are you out of your mind?"
Su Wan's face flushed, she moved to a different spot, and while untying the rope, she looked up at Chu Yi opposite her.
Chu Yi had appeared in the consultation room before, but they were too far apart to see clearly then; she only recognized him by his voice. Now that they were closer, she noticed that Chu Yi had lost a lot of weight, his chin was covered in stubble, and he looked like a homeless man who hadn't eaten for days. Only his eyes were still bright, staring at the resurrection pendant hanging on her chest.
"I'm looking for a defensive rifle," she whispered. "Has Brother Chu seen one?"
The most important thing right now is to find the defensive gun; we can talk about everything else later. As for the goddess's identity... well, Chu Yi already found out in the examination room.
"That metal tube that the patriarch always carries with him?" Chu Yi looked at her with a half-smile. "The patriarch is just coming over, you can ask him."
Su Wan stopped catching the rope knot, glared at him, and said, "Still joking?"
Chu Yi shrugged and gestured with his chin downwards, indicating that she should see for herself.
At this moment, Jiang Yan had already entered the courtyard and was looking around.
Su Wan untied the rope and threw it on the ground, then peered down.
"When he gets closer, pay attention to his waist," Chu Yi whispered in her ear, "What's hanging there?"
Su Wan rubbed her eyes, then looked again and was immediately stunned.
The moonlight shone on Jiang Yan, whose body was pitch black, making him look like a demon. There was something hanging at his waist that reflected a faint light; it was none other than his defensive pistol.
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