Pfft!
The disheveled corpse, reeking of rot, slowly rolled over. It tumbled from the faintly trembling body, blood gushing from the wound in his back, and crashed heavily onto the floor.
"Are you all right?"
Xiao Qian glanced lightly at the smoke rising from beneath her arm and felt the burning pain there. Then she shifted her gaze to the young man lying on the floor, trembling all over and gasping desperately as if he wanted to suck every bit of air in the cabin into his lungs. As she spoke, her hand pressed against the junction of his neck and shoulder to stanch the bleeding.
Behind her lay the corpse of a man in business attire, his eyes wide with disbelief. A sharp axe had fallen beside him, and the bloody hole in his forehead seemed to still be giving off faint wisps of smoke.
At the same time, Xiao Qian's gaze fell on the trembling right hand that had just dropped from beneath her arm. That hand, which belonged to the terrified, gasping young man, was holding a pistol.
A pistol with only one bullet.
When her gaze landed on the pistol, there was lingering fear in her eyes, along with a trace of wariness.
She had never expected this young man to be hiding such a decisive weapon.
In this age of cold weapons, she knew perfectly well what consequences a firearm could bring.
Yet her question received no response. Only his panting gradually began to ease.
Clearly, the frightened young man was beginning to calm down.
After all, what had just happened had been far too perilous. To be honest, she had not recovered from it either. Her mind was still vaguely blank, and everything she was doing now was merely an instinctive reaction.
Right now,