Although they have shrunk, it does not affect their status here. Cold-Blooded Fifth now has very few missions to take on, as they are mostly assigned by the commander. The ones who really need her to take on missions are all powerful figures in the continent, and killing one of these figures a year is already enough.
Normally, Cold-Blooded Fifth only does high-difficulty tasks to prevent his skills from becoming useless and to avoid his killing intent from declining.
"Go if you want, you can take care of this eyesore." Ye Lang slipped away from Cold-Blooded Fifth's grasp, leaving Cold-Blooded Fifth stunned, wondering how he could have been so careless as to let Ye Lang escape.
"If you don't come out with me, how can I leave! Hurry up and stop talking nonsense!" Cold-Blooded Fifth grabbed Ye Lang tightly once again. This time, she wouldn't let him escape again.
"What a nuisance. I'll just deal with Cold-Blooded Thirteenth. Then you won't want to leave anymore, right?" Ye Lang broke free again, which stunned Cold-Blooded Fifth for a long time.
"If you can handle this, I'll stay here with you for a few days. I don't want anyone to see me like this." Cold-Blooded Fifth said blankly, looking at Ye Lang with an increasingly strange expression.
Ye Lang is becoming increasingly mysterious in her eyes; he doesn't seem like a captured test subject at all.
If he were a test subject, he would have been happy to be spared death after seeing Cold-Blooded Thirteenth die, but he never seemed to care about being experimented on.
There are only two possibilities: either the kid is stupid, or he knows he won't die.
Cold-Blooded Fifth thought that, needless to say, the first possibility was that the kid was inherently stupid, and the second possibility was also very high, so both possibilities were possible!
Regardless, Cold-Blooded Fifth felt that Ye Lang was not simple and that his purpose in coming here was not pure, especially after what happened next, she became even more certain.
"Disappear, you monsters! I am the messenger of justice... uh, I forgot..." Ye Lang was striking a pose, taking out an alchemical tool, preparing to purify the things in front of him.
But when he took out his tools, he was completely crushed under them...
"Little Five, save me quickly..." Ye Lang immediately shouted for help to Cold-Blooded Fifth.
"I can't be bothered with you. Can't you just put your things back yourself?" Cold-Blooded Fifth said.
"That's true!" Ye Lang put away his tools, then took them out again, but this time he was careful not to get crushed. He placed the tools on the ground, facing Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's corpse.
"Purify!"
Ye Lang's hand touched the tool, which emitted a burst of light. Then the alchemy tool began to operate, emitting a beam of light that decomposed the matter in its path and then dissipated into the air.
Cold-Blooded Thirteenth, rest in peace. I will remember your contributions to the cause of alchemy!
"So you really do know alchemy!" Although the tool was very ordinary, Cold-Blooded Fifth had seen it before, she knew that only alchemists could activate it directly without a switch, like Ye Lang did.
Ye Lang couldn't press the switch at all because his body was too small and it was very inconvenient. Since he didn't intend to hide his alchemy skills, he simply used this method to activate it.
"I've said it before, I'm an alchemical genius, you just didn't believe me." Ye Lang waved his hand, put the alchemical tools back into his ring, and continued to study Alchemy Puppet Technique.
Now that the stench of corpses and maggots were gone, Cold-Blooded Fifth settled in peacefully. Watching Ye Lang sitting at his book reading, she found it a little funny, but quickly remembered that she was doing the same thing.
Actually, it would be quite good if we were all like this, at least we could stay away from the conflicts of the world...
Cold-Blooded Fifth looked at Ye Lang, his mind wandering.
And so, under these special circumstances, the two spent many days together, though they both forgot exactly how many days.
Ye Lang forgot because he was studying alchemy, while Cold-Blooded Fifth simply didn't want to think about it, so he forgot.
During these days, Cold-Blooded Fifth got to know Ye Lang better and knew that his alchemy skills might not be weaker than Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's, because the puppets left behind by Cold-Blooded Thirteenth had gradually become perfect under his efforts, becoming almost indistinguishable from True Person.
At the same time, Cold-Blooded Fifth also knew that Ye Lang could multitask. When he asked Ye Lang questions, even though Ye Lang was doing other things, he was still able to answer them one by one.
In general, the answers given in such situations were always candid, which benefited her greatly and made her assassination skills increasingly sophisticated.
Ye Lang had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea that because of him, a girl more Death God than the Death God would appear on this continent, becoming a queen of assassins!
So many days have passed, but Ye Lang and Cold-Blooded Fifth's physiques have not changed; they are still two tiny little ones. This makes Cold-Blooded Fifth very helpless, but he no longer resists as much as before.
Because of the items in their spatial storage, the two of them had no problems living at all; the contents inside were more than enough for them to eat for a lifetime.
This doesn't mean there's a lot of stuff inside. In fact, most people could probably only eat this much for a few years. It's just that they've shrunk, so the amount of food they eat is naturally much smaller.
At that moment, Ye Lang exclaimed, "I used to dream of eating a mountain of steamed buns, and now I think I've achieved that dream!!"
Once, Cold-Blooded Fifth wanted to change her clothes and wanted to cut and make a new set herself. She was very good at this, but no one knew it.
However, Ye Lang stopped him at that time and said something. After that, Cold-Blooded Fifth didn't plan to change his clothes. At most, he would wash and dry his clothes and then put on the old ones.
What is this sentence?
"Little Five, if you change into new clothes, what if we suddenly revert to our original shapes? Your clothes will tear! Wear the clothes that we changed into together, and they should revert back to their original shapes as well..." Ye Lang said nonchalantly, as if he didn't mind the possibility of this happening.
"..." Cold-Blooded Fifth and stopped talking.
One interesting thing after another seemed to shorten the distance between Cold-Blooded Fifth and Ye Lang. Perhaps this was because they had gone through hardships together. They were indeed like this now, sharing a sense of shared hardship.
Meanwhile, the Cold-Blooded Group was also puzzled by the sudden disappearance of Ye Lang and Cold-Blooded Fifth. They sent people to search the laboratory, but Ye Lang and Cold-Blooded Fifth only crawled in through a small hole, so no one noticed and thought that Cold-Blooded Thirteenth was still continuing the experiment.