The words “What’s the matter?” didn’t come out of Lu Chen’s mouth.
Even if he did ask, it would be in vain.
Going back would be just empty talk.
The four of them headed east, with him leading the way.
On the side facing the wall, he placed the injured rib against the brick.
Before they had gone two blocks, a sound rang out behind them.
It wasn’t footsteps; it was a lower, more frequent scraping sound – sliding against the ground, fast as if it were a corpse.
Su Wan’s face changed: “The runners.
A group.”
They were here.
In the darkness, the eyes were the first to light up, two, four, eight – dark red, dimly glowing, converging from both ends of the alley.
Lu Chen turned sideways and stuffed the medicine box into the waiting person’s arms, pushing him: “Take the medicine and keep moving. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Don’t look back.” Then he turned to Su Wan, “I’ll stop.”
“You’re just talking nonsense.” Su Wan stepped forward to stand in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him onto her back.
“If your bones break and then break again, do you really want to die here?”
Her movements were so swift, so fast that he didn’t have time to brace himself.
The injured rib was pushed aside, and he groaned, his body leaving the ground.
She just held him upside down, taking a step forward, and rushed into the narrower alley on the left.
The wind blew into his collar, and her back pressed against his chest, hot and smelling of sweat and blood.
The runners continued to chase behind.
Their claws scraped against the wall with a sharp sound.
“Water.” He said in a hoarse voice.
Su Wan turned her head.
He took out the hidden pouch from his pocket – the spirit water, the trump card that had saved him these days. The source of this chapter is g.com.
She took two sips during the running break, and her steps became visibly steadier.
One alley, then another.
The pursuit sound gradually faded behind them.
A line of grayish-white appeared on the horizon.
The person on his back suddenly spoke: “…
Let me down.”
Su Wan was stunned: “It’s still early to dawn.”
Lu Chen tightened his grip on her shoulder, his voice low as if it were a self-talk: “The sun is rising.
I have to stand and walk on my own.”
He didn’t say why.
But he knew – in another moment, the light would fall on his broken body, and his bones, already broken, would start to be different.