I didn't know whether she had said the word "Qi." If she had, then she must have some connection to Master Qi.
Unfortunately, Master Qi wasn't here. Otherwise, I would have had my answer.
No, that wasn't right. Wasn't she a Living Dead? How could a Living Dead possess such thoughts and even speak, even if she had only said one word?
"Do you know Master Qi?" I wanted badly to ask her, but I couldn't make a sound. I could only move my lips. If she knew how to read lips, perhaps she would understand what I was saying.
She said nothing. The faint glimmer that had just appeared in her eyes vanished as well, and she returned to how she had been before.
We sat there quietly, and the atmosphere was strange and awkward.
No matter what, I knew she was helping me. She had opened the door and saved my life.
Otherwise, those Living Dead would definitely have caught up to me, and they might have torn me to pieces.
Of course, there was another possibility: the heart core might suddenly unleash tremendous energy and let me wipe out all those Living Dead. But that depended on luck.
We continued sitting there. The girl across from me seemed more like a statue, remaining motionless for a long time.
There didn't seem to be anyone else in this house. She was alone.
That was normal. Sister Lin and Little Demon had said that most people here preferred living alone. They didn't need friends. More precisely, they didn't trust anyone, except themselves.
Were the Living Dead the same way?
At last, she moved. She stood up, came before me, and held out her hand.
I froze for a moment. Did she want something?
I thought of that "watch" again,