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“He first weakened himself to the point of falling into deep coma. His heartbeat was weak, resulting in very low blood pressure. He wrapped himself tightly in clothes to minimize skin contact with air, hoping to reduce the severity of the poisoning. Out of everyone, he had the lowest level of poisoning, which must be why.” “How did he weaken himself like that?” I asked. “By telling yourself, ‘I’m so weak, so weak’? Don't you feel like slapping yourself after hearing that? Could you really make yourself become like that?” “You wouldn't understand,” Pangzi pointed to Xiaoge’s hand, turning his hand over for me to see. I saw wounds on both of Xiaoge’s wrists. “To weaken someone, just bleed them. Xiaoge is definitely much more knowledgeable about bloodletting than we are.”

"What do you think it looks like?" I asked him after looking at it for a while. He seemed to have a clue, but couldn't quite grasp the details, just mumbling "uh-huh…" for a long time. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. I looked up. He gestured and said, "A sword, a sword, the Black Gold Ancient Sword!" I also gestured, constantly imagining the image of that unfortunate weapon. Slowly, I started sweating profusely. "It is indeed the Black Gold Ancient Sword, the length and width are quite similar," I said. "Holy crap! Could this thing be mass-produced? Does every member of the Zhang family have one?" I pictured a long line of Zhang Qilings carrying Black Gold Ancient Swords, marching in formation—it was terrifying, but also quite imposing. "There can't possibly be that many Black Gold Ancient Swords. If China had such forging technology in ancient times, it would have conquered the world long ago," Pangzi said. "Xiaoge's Black Gold Ancient Sword is an extremely finely crafted and perfectly forged sword. As I mentioned, it's difficult to lift with both hands. This kind of sword must have been forged by the most skilled swordsmiths of ancient times. Not to mention the difficulty in obtaining the materials, forging the blade to be perfect and making it so heavy, it's definitely not a traditional technique; it might take hundreds of attempts to succeed once. Therefore, there are probably no more than three of these Black Gold Ancient Swords on the market."

"Just... didn't I say before, that I have a girlfriend." Lu Feng was a little stunned. Wei Xiao did indeed have a 'girlfriend'. He had two of them, and they were both him. Wei Xiao sighed, "I'm now going to play professionally. There are no relationships in e- sports, and I don't want to drag her down, so I intend to break up with her." Lu Feng understood. Bai Cai also understood.

I cursed inwardly, "Could you be any more heartless? Xiaoge's dead, and you're complaining about the smell?" Thinking it over, I walked over and pulled aside the clothes. I immediately saw the Xiaoge's face huddled in the pile of clothes. I froze, instantly stiffening. For a moment, my mind went completely blank. I can't describe the blankness in my heart. Suddenly, I didn't know what to do. Dead? Are you kidding me? Really dead? Hey, what kind of international joke is this? "Wake up, let's go home." I patted his face. Suddenly, I found it hilarious. I turned to Pangzi and smiled, "Look at Xiaoge." "I know," Pangzi said from the side, his voice low. Then, my hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I looked at my hands and found no sadness in my heart. My mind hadn't processed it, but my body had instinctively felt despair. Thinking to myself, "Damn it, it's confirmed. He's really dead, 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) is really dead!" "How could such a thing exist in this world? Even 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) could die." 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) was a miracle; his death suddenly made the world feel incredibly real and cruel. Can't all miracles in this world be eternal? Or is it that miracles never existed, and everything was just a coincidence, which has now finally ceased to exist? A long time passed before I began to feel a faint sadness. I could feel my instincts suppressing a collapsing emotion, but various uncomfortable sensations still leaked out from the "pressure cooker" of my emotions. I felt I couldn't let my emotions run wild; if I became sad, I might die here too. The feeling in my heart was particularly strange, not just sadness. I wondered if others could understand this complex emotion. First, there was despair, followed by a deep distrust of what I saw before me. My mind went blank for a long time before all the emotions within me surfaced. I had always wondered what I would feel if 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) died. I thought perhaps I would be incredibly sad, or perhaps I would become numb from thinking about it so much and preparing myself mentally, thinking I could completely bear it. Now that it had actually happened, it had become a strange feeling that I myself couldn't handle. After that, I was torn, unsure whether to be sad or pretend to be calm and suppress my pain. In the end, the former slowly won out. I did nothing beside his body, just stared blankly.

Pangzi kept talking, completely lost in a frenzied state. I had no choice but to lean down and whisper in his ear, “I'm Tianzhen, I heard you.”* “我是天真，我听到了。”

Omg, Ruan Nanzhu forced poor Qiushi to experience the bliss of cross-dressing himself after asking too many questions XD I'm wheezing, ahah))) these two are bonkers. Never thought I'd be laughing so much while reading a horror novel :D