It was Qu Muzhi’s mask.
"Captain Yang..." Qu Muzhi, trapped and barely alive, was about to be devoured by writhing roots, with life and death hanging by a thread.
"Hold on, Captain Qu!"
Yang Xiao imdiately rushed to save him. Just one second before he reached Qu Muzhi, the Human Bone Staff behind him switched to a cleaver and chopped down towards Qu Muzhi’s neck, but an abruptly rising tree root blocked it, hitting only his shoulder instead.
The strike failing, Yang Xiao imdiately retreated, but it was half a step too late as a tree root as thick as a calf struck his back.
As the cleaver ca down, the surrounding dead woods dissipated rapidly. In a few blinks, they were back in the hospital garden. At this mont, the "Qu Muzhi" not far away also revealed his true face—it was soone wearing a mask marked "Prisoner No.44."
Dressed in black and from the figure, it seed to be a woman.
The woman stared at him and after a mont, spoke in a rare husky voice, "How did you know I was fake?"
"The real Qu Muzhi wouldn’t be so easily defeated," Yang Xiao replied decisively.
"He was already injured by in the hospital building, severely injured. Aren’t you worried that was the real one?" Ignoring her wounded shoulder, the woman saw a bark-like structure erge quickly covering the wound.
After a pause, the woman spoke slowly, "If that was real, you’d bear the guilt of killing a comrade."
"Stop joking, aunty," Yang Xiao chuckled, then his smile faded, "Even if it were real, it doesn’t matter. Since he’s so weak, he deserves to die. Keeping him alive would only hold back; I’d be doing him a favor."
"Aunty..." The woman seed to ignore the rest, focusing only on that word, a visible murderous intent bursting from her.
"Old lady, auntie, granny, old hag, whatever suits an old woman like you, which do you prefer?" Yang Xiao asked with a smile.
Instead of anger, the woman laughed warmly, her eyes on Yang Xiao blazing as she spat out chilling words, "Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Once I capture you, you’ll appreciate the kindness of aunty. No rush."
That statent scared Yang Xiao, making him yell towards the woman’s rear without thinking of strategy, "What are you waiting for, an invitation?!"
The next second, a long spear tore through the air, striking three tis at the woman’s position, exploding with imnse force on her shoulder, back, and legs, flinging her away. Seizing the mont, Qu Muzhi kicked her while she was down and quickly followed, swinging the long spear in a sweeping motion. But as the woman stabilized, she swiftly pulled out a black stick and flicked it, extending its length beyond Qu Muzhi’s spear. The two exchanged a move, and surprisingly, Qu Muzhi ended up at a disadvantage.
"This is... a fishing rod?!" Yang Xiao stared at the 4-5 ter long thin rod, montarily bewildered until the woman threw the fishing rod at him.
It was too late to retreat now; Yang Xiao imdiately raised the Ghost Lantern to block, but as soon as the fishing rod struck the lantern, the green flas inside were extinguished. The next second, to Yang Xiao’s utter surprise, as the rod retracted, it sohow hooked a vague figure from the extinguished Ghost Lantern.
It was a little girl with spiky braids atop her head, hanging her head with limp limbs, motionless, seemingly dead as a fish, and just like that, she was fished away.
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