It seems you've dug a hole and buried yourself in it~

“Check everyone who appeared just now, especially that little girl!”

His subordinate was momentarily stunned but quickly replied, “Yes, sir!”

Song Ye and the puppet-like Hua Zhao were swiftly taken to the hospital.

When the nurse cut away the cloth from Hua Zhao’s body, an overwhelming stench of decay spread through the room.

Even the nurse, with a strong constitution, was nearly knocked unconscious by the foul odor.

“Good heavens, does this hospital have dead rats or something? Why does it smell so bad?”

“This is unbearable! Doesn’t anyone care?!!”

Song Ye’s shoulder wound had turned completely black, emitting a faint but unmistakable smell of rot—clearly not the scent of a normal injury.

Yun Ran leaned against the nearby wall, silently playing a match-three game on her phone.

Occasionally, the phone emitted sounds like “good,” “great,” “amazing,” “unbelievable,” and “bonus time.”

She had long known Hua Zhao was a living dead puppet, so she had shut off her sense of smell. Even as the stench filled the entire first floor of the hospital, it did not affect her.

A group of doctors in white coats hurried over, but she barely raised her eyelids before returning to her game.

She had just sealed away the malevolent aura emanating from Hua Zhao’s body; aside from the stench, it posed no further harm to ordinary people. There was nothing more she could do.

After Song Ye’s wound was bandaged, he looked at his senior brother—whose body was riddled with scars, his face marked by deep cuts. This man in his forties had red-rimmed eyes resembling those of a rabbit.

Moreover, his submissive demeanor was clearly abnormal.

“Is there any hope for my senior brother?” Song Ye asked.

Without pausing her game, Yun Ran replied directly, “No hope.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Anyway, I can’t save him now.”

What Yun Ran did not say was that if her master and senior uncles had been here to assist, perhaps there would be a chance. But now, even if she risked her own life, saving him was impossible.

Song Ye suddenly felt like breaking down. After all these years of searching for his senior brother, he never imagined he was being tortured like this—right under his nose.

“He did it willingly. If he had resisted even once during those knife wounds, the dark magic wouldn’t have taken hold.”

Song Ye staggered back several steps, clearly shaken by those words. “No, that can’t be! It’s impossible!”

Yun Ran glanced at the time—it was mealtime—then turned off her game. She cast a sympathetic glance at Song Ye. “Perhaps he has his own mission.”

Deeply wounded, Song Ye paid no heed to her consolation.

[Host, are you really unable to save him? What if saving him earns merit? Don’t forget, you still owe me energy. If my energy is completely depleted, I won’t be able to control the armory...]

“Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier? Your armory? That’s a civilization’s reaper!!!”

[Calm down. I still have a hundred years before my energy runs out.]

“Get lost!”

[Understood, host.]

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