"The second time, I used a cloud dagger tempered with dragon blood to pierce its mask." Bai Di placed Nan Song on a low couch covered with animal skins and turned to fiddle with the flames in the fireplace.
In the firelight, Nansong could see the dense wounds on his right arm. "Before it died, it smiled and said that this way it could live forever in my blood."
Suddenly, there was a sound of fabric rubbing against each other outside the house.
Bai Di paused for a moment, then continued to throw a handful of phosphorescent mushrooms into the cauldron:
"This is the third time today. I used the explosion technique we just learned and set off all the resentment within a ten-mile radius."
He laughed suddenly, a quiet echo in his voice. "Guess what? I bet we'll hear those damn bells again tomorrow at sunrise."
"Eh? When did you come?" Nan Song suddenly realized something and looked at Bai Di with a frown.
She always felt that something was wrong - the monster's behavior pattern was too familiar, as if it was deliberately imitating Bai Di's every move.
Bai Di was squatting in front of the fireplace, fiddling with the fire. He paused slightly when he heard this, and he was unaware of the sparks splashing on the back of his hand.
"After getting separated from Blore,"
His voice was a little erratic.
"I used my mental power to 'see' the way out."
He pointed to his temple, and Nan Song then noticed that fine silver lines appeared on his forehead, like the manifestation of some kind of mental power.
"Before, this place was called weird."
Bai Di suddenly became talkative, speaking at an abnormally fast speed.
"The whole street is filled with... I don't know if they're dead or alive."
He grabbed the copper pot on the table and took a big gulp. When his Adam's apple rolled, Nan Song saw a scaly tattoo emerging on his neck.
"They were all circling around an igloo. I saw there seemed to be a light burning inside..."
Having said this, he suddenly fell silent, his fingers unconsciously stroking a fresh bite mark on his left wrist.
Nan Song had never seen him like this before - Bai Di had always been calm, almost indifferent, but at this moment he seemed to be pushed to the limit, and every word he said was filled with the trembling that had been suppressed for too long.
Nan Song then sat down quietly on the huge embroidered sofa.
The sofa was made of some strange fabric, with seven or eight different fabrics sewn together in layers.
She stroked the strange pattern on it - from a distance it looked like the scales of a fish's tail, up close it looked like the fur of an otter, but from certain angles it transformed into a dense pattern of eyes.
What's even more bizarre is that the embroidery would wriggle slightly when she touched it, as if there were living things hidden underneath.
"This fabric..." Nan Song retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"I don't know." Bai Di didn't even look up. "It's super weird."
"I was researching this before I came to you."
But the flames in the fireplace suddenly jumped up, casting their shadows on the wall.
Nan Song immediately discovered that his shadow was slowly... splitting.
A second head was wriggling and rising from her neck, its outline gradually becoming like that of the cracked-faced ghost.
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