"Who?" Cold-Blooded Fifth asked subconsciously, but quickly thought of someone. Besides the two of them, there was only that one person here.
"Cold-Blooded Thirteenth!"
That's right, it was Cold-Blooded Thirteenth. The reason Ye Lang stopped at the cave entrance was because he saw Cold-Blooded Thirteenth lying on the ground, as if he were dead.
"Let's go take a look!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said calmly, and rushed towards Cold-Blooded Thirteenth like lightning. Even a normal person might not be able to run faster than her.
Approaching Cold-Blooded Thirteenth, Cold-Blooded Fifth stretched out her small hand—a truly small hand—to check Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's breathing.
"How are you? Are you still breathing?" Ye Lang walked slowly behind.
"She's out of breath!" Cold-Blooded Fifth lowered her hand and said with some disappointment. But she was only disappointed; she wasn't sad or upset. Her disappointment stemmed from the fact that she couldn't find anyone to help her recover.
"Oh..." Ye Lang suddenly changed direction at this moment. He was originally running towards Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's head, but now he ran towards his waist.
"What are you doing?" Cold-Blooded Fifth was a little confused by Ye Lang's change.
"I'm going to get his ring. I remember he had a not-so-great Space Ring," Ye Lang shouted without turning his head, and continued running quickly.
"..." Cold-Blooded Fifth fell silent, cursing inwardly, "You really are shameless enough. Knowing that someone is dead, you immediately go and steal their ring."
However, Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's ring is the best among us, so how can you say it's not good?
Cold-Blooded Fifth was unaware that Ye Lang didn't even consider such a ring appealing; the one he possessed was far superior. However, this was indeed a rare find, as most people only had very ordinary rings with much smaller capacities.
Even an extraordinary organization like the Cold-Blooded Group can only obtain ordinary spatial containers, and only the Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Hawk possess them; others have to find their own way.
Although Ye Lang looked down on Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's ring, he was interested in what was inside it. Perhaps it contained his secret alchemy book, which was more valuable than the one outside, not to mention the materials inside.
"Found it!" Ye Lang climbed onto Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's hand and struggled to take out the ring.
"What good is the ring if you can't use it or carry it?" Cold-Blooded Fifth appeared beside Ye Lang and said coldly. The ring was still too big for the two of them.
Items in a spatial dimension cannot be stacked, otherwise it will cause spatial chaos. Therefore, this ring cannot be placed in another ring.
"Didn't you know? Space Ring can change size automatically, adapting to the user's hand." Ye Lang put his hand into the ring, and it immediately shrank.
"..." Cold-Blooded Fifth silent. She knew this, but she didn't know that such a big change was possible.
"Let's see how he died. It should be written in the Alchemy Journal." Ye Lang first found Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's diary, something every alchemist would do, including Ye Lang.
They would record the process of their alchemical experiments, and some of them would write down their thoughts and speculations in more detail.
Generally speaking, obtaining an alchemist's Alchemy Journal essentially grants access to all of that alchemist's knowledge, or rather, everything about them.
Therefore, Alchemy Journal are usually kept in one's own space or in a very secret place, somewhere that will not be discovered by others, at least while one is alive.
After death, it no longer matters, and the spatial contract will naturally disappear and can be obtained by others.
However, some people, in order to prevent their life's work from being obtained by the enemy after they are killed, will use different methods to preserve their Alchemy Journal.
Fortunately, Cold-Blooded Thirteenth felt there was no need for this, so he openly placed his Alchemy Journal in his Space Ring, thus benefiting Ye Lang.
"Bang..."
Ye Lang took out the diary from his Space Ring. However, the book was as big as him. Although the ring had shrunk, the contents inside remained the same.
Ye Lang looked at the huge book, remained silent for a while, and then turned to Cold-Blooded Fifth beside him and said, "Little Five, help me turn the page."
"Hmph!" Cold-Blooded Fifth snorted coldly, completely ignoring Ye Lang.
"Do you want us to go back to how things were before?" Ye Lang tempted him, knowing that this temptation was currently the strongest for Cold-Blooded Fifth.
"Hmph!" Cold-Blooded Fifth snorted again, but walked forward and opened the book.
Seeing Cold-Blooded Fifth open the book, Ye Lang couldn't help but say, "Little Five, I didn't realize you were so cute!"
Imagine a little girl who is less than 20 centimeters tall, flipping through a book taller than herself. Even with her cold Cold-Blooded Fifth, she would still be adorable.
"Read your book, stop spouting useless nonsense!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said coldly.
"Turn to the last page." Ye Lang was already used to Cold-Blooded Fifth's way of speaking and didn't pay any attention.
As Cold-Blooded Fifth flipped through the book, he asked, "Why do we have to turn to the last page?"
"Idiot, how do you know when he's not up?" Ye Lang said irritably.
"..." Cold-Blooded Fifth had a slight urge to hit someone. He was actually being lectured by this stupid kid. However, what the stupid kid said made sense. As long as he looked at the last date of the diary, he would know when Cold-Blooded Thirteenth died.
"According to the diary, it has been seven days since then!" Ye Lang said thoughtfully, looking at the diary.
"Oh, he's been dead for seven days!" Cold-Blooded Fifth looked at Cold-Blooded Thirteenth with a complicated expression, it was hard to tell whether it was sympathy or sorrow.
"No, he was incapacitated seven days ago, but he didn't die seven days ago. The exact time of death was three days ago," Ye Lang said, shaking his head.
"?!" Cold-Blooded Fifth looked at Ye Lang, somewhat confused.
"Seven days ago, he was unable to move. If someone had come to rescue him, he might still be alive. However, he had no assistant and no one else to supervise him, so he didn't even have a last chance," Ye Lang said with some regret, looking at Cold-Blooded Thirteenth.
Alchemists usually have assistants or companions, not only for communication, but more importantly to prevent being left unattended in case of accidents.
"Oh..." Cold-Blooded Fifth seemed to understand something.
Just as Ye Lang had expected, a small accident occurred during Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's experiment. It was not fatal and he did not take it seriously. However, because of this small accident, he was unable to move and could only wait to die quietly here.
Just like Ye Lang said, if someone finds them, they can definitely be saved!