"Take out the item; don’t make repeat myself."
After these words fell, the entire alley turned utterly silent.
People instinctively looked toward Yun You’s pants pocket, seeing that the ragged pocket was bulging as though sothing really was hidden inside...
Her breathing was visibly rapid, and her gaze was flitting, unable to et the eyes of the Apprentice Death God.
Yun You obviously knew what the Mad Spirit was referring to—it was the last bird grenade hidden in her pocket, a little device ant to save her life.
The grenade wasn’t large, just forming a small arc protruding from her pocket, but its shape was quite unique—certainly not a phone or keys, which is why it caught the Apprentice Death God’s attention.
Crystalline sweat soaked the strands of hair at her forehead, making her already mud-stained and oil-sared little face appear even more disheveled.
She understood that the grenade absolutely could not be brought out.
Ordinary civilian girls didn’t have the habit of strolling the streets with grenades.
If the thing was seen by the Mad Spirit, even if the Apprentice Death God were slow-witted, he’d undoubtedly be suspicious...maybe even re-evaluate her identity.
But faced with the current situation, if she remained obstinate or motionless, it would only worsen matters.
So under the Mad Spirit’s oppressive gaze, Yun You was silent for two seconds, before finally she slightly moved her wrist, trembling... and pulled her hand out of the pocket, revealing it to the crowd.
"What could it be? Dangerous goods? Food? Or..."
People were thinking chaotically, but no one guessed the correct answer.
Because what Yun You held wasn’t a grenade, nor a tasty snack, but a solid white ball covered in mud.
It was about the sa size as a grenade, but the material was entirely different, with its surface covered in a layer of soft white wax, which could be scraped away with a fingernail.
"Is this... the ’Healing Pill’ fast-acting tablet?"
People recognized the identity of the ball.
Healing Pill Fast-Acting Tablet, full na "Healing Pill Anti-inflammatory Pain-relief Hemostasis Bruise Treatnt Fast-Acting Tablet," is an oral trauma dication produced by Nest City No. 3’s pharmaceutical giant—Huikang Company.
As its complicated na suggests, Healing Pill is a special dication designed specifically for wound treatnt.
When the chemical agent in the pill is ingested, it rges into a person’s bloodstream within seconds, coagulating and closing wounds.
Though the pamphlet emphasizes that it is highly effective for external injuries, it can also treat relatively severe internal organ damage, but the effectiveness is not as good.
Due to its good quality, even gang mbers in Nest City like to keep one or two pills on hand.
However, ordinary citizens living at the bottom don’t use it much... because its price is a tad steep, equivalent to several days’ wages for ordinary people.
Most, when injured, prefer to wrap themselves in a couple of pieces of ragged cloth, take a few expired anti-inflammatories, and wait for wounds to heal naturally.
Thus, the pill Yun You held should be considered the only dication in the little alley, quite rare indeed.
As for why it replaced the bird grenade and suddenly "appeared" in the girl’s hand, only Yun You herself knows.
Actually, whether it was the bird grenade or the Healing Pill, they were both always in her pocket, never moved.
So when the Apprentice Death God confronted her, she could use this pill to cope.
But where did the grenade go?
The fact is, Yun You’s pants pocket was now completely flat, with no chance of hiding anything.
Did the grenade evaporate into thin air?
The answer lies in her subtle movents.
Yun You first slightly opened her pocket with trembling actions, also lifting her pant leg, then used her fingernail to tear the inside of the pocket, letting the grenade roll down her pant leg directly into her boot.
A seamless succession of actions, not a trace of the hesitation and fear shown on her face.
That’s her nature; the more dangerous, the more frightening the situation, the clearer and calr her mind becos...
She must not only ensure the present is free of mishaps but also continue calculating and planning her next steps!
Yet Yun You also knew that Apprentice Death Gods were always suspicious, and these seemingly flawless actions might not convince them.
They were never lacking in vigilance.
Thus Yun You once again lowered her head, displaying her superb acting skills.
"Sorry... God... I didn’t an to hide this..."
"I know you want this... If it were any other dicine... I’d honestly give it to you... But this... I really can’t..."
She pitifully held up the pill, even squeezing out a few pitiful drops of sour tears.
"This dicine is from my dad; he asked to pass it to my uncle who got injured in the factory..."
"If I lose this dicine, I won’t be able to explain to my family... So I hid it, fearing you’d... that you’d want to take it..."
"Who wants to take your stuff?"
Mad Spirit indeed fell for it, snorting disdainfully.
"Filthy and slly... it’s worthless junk; even if you give it to for free, I wouldn’t want it."
With that, he turned his head away, disinclined to continue speaking with Yun You or questioning any further.
"Everything’s said, right? Alright, ti to think about exploring this place..."
"Wait, is there still a little guy who hasn’t spoken?"
Mid-sentence, Mad Spirit suddenly noticed the white-eyed child nestled beside Yun You.
This child had actually arrived earlier in the Death Domain but hadn’t spoken a word the entire ti, leaving Mad Spirit with many questions.
Taking this chance, he planned to ask this child thoroughly to see if he could gather so information from the little guy.
"Thump thump thump—"
Just as he prepared to speak, a llow drumbeat suddenly erged from the other end of the alley, interrupting Mad Spirit’s thoughts.
Next, more electronic instrunts gradually joined in, forming a lody with a lively tune, which, upon close listening, even carried a hint of pop music.
"No, this is pop music... It’s the popular track from two years ago that swept through Nest City No. 3—[Fiery Fla Body-Burning]!"
Everyone present suddenly realized.
They followed the music, instinctively turning to look at the other end of the alley.
About thirty ters away, in the corner of the alley, stood a figure... more accurately, a robot with human proportions, wearing a crisp suit and holding a golden baton, waving it with complete disregard for anyone else.
Though its movents had the typical stiffness of a robot, stopping between each motion... its expression carried an inexplicable sense of "elegance," as if it were a legitimate conductor.
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