The black butt of the gun raised the edge of the white cloth, revealing Vance’s right hand. An Zhe half-knelt down to see. On the ring finger, there was a tiny red dot, like the most insignificant stab wound. However, on the edge of the red dot, an ominous drop of black liquid was slowly oozing out.

He choked and in a flash, those scenes came to mind.

There was human blood on the shell of the ant. That day, Vance told him that some people hid the truth of their injuries because in places with low pollution levels, there was still a probability of not being infected. In addition, they wanted to go home.

So, so— the person stabbed by the ant’s shell wasn’t Anthony, it was Vance.

An Zhe was unable to breathe. His fingers trembled as he took Vance’s ID card. He put it in his pocket and turned to look at Lu Feng, only to find empty space. He stood there and looked outside. He saw a sharp black back slowly disappear under the grey canopy of the city gate.

Moments later, a sudden noise came from behind him. He turned to see the woman whose companion was killed. She stumbled out, only to be stopped by the soldiers.

“Lu Feng! Judge—!” She struggled hard, crashing down in front of her, waving her arms in the air and screaming, “You will die—!”

The hoarse, sharp voice emerged from her chest and echoed through the layers of the building’s interior. However, she couldn’t get a response from the judge. The surroundings were quiet and the two bodies were carried away in turn. In the empty corridor, there was only the intermittent sound of a woman crying.

CHAPTER 6

It wasn’t until a long time later than the woman against the wall stopped sobbing. Her eyes were red and her hair was messy. She leaned against the wall and looked at the sky in the distance without saying a word. She was like drops of water on a leaf that would be broken when touched.

An Zhe asked carefully, “You aren’t going?”

She shook her head, her voice hoarse, “What does that dead person have to do with you?”

It took a long time for An Zhe to find the right words in his memories. “My… friend. He saved my life.”

“My man saved me.” The moment she said this, she hung her head, her shoulders and back shaking as she occasionally cried. She never talked again.

An Zhe tightly held the ID card belonging to Vance. In this heart, the heart that belonged to a human, came a dull feeling. It was something he had never felt when he was a pure mushroom.