Lin Qiye froze where he stood.
"You can't feel your legs?" Lin Qiye came back to his senses and immediately swept his body with Mental Power again. "That can't be right... Your legs aren't injured. How can you not feel them?"
"I don't know either... but I just can't feel them." An Qingyu's expression was incomparably bitter.
"Don't panic. You just woke up from a coma, so it's normal that your body hasn't fully recovered yet. I'll have headquarters send someone over in a moment... No, we'll take you to headquarters for an examination. Their equipment is better there."
Lin Qiye spoke with great calm. "Old Cao, go get the car. I'll carry Qingyu... Jiang Er, can you fly into the trunk by yourself?"
"I can." Jiang Er nodded heavily.
As Jiang Er's coffin floated up on its own, Cao Yuan picked up the car keys from the table and quickly headed into the courtyard.
The Nightfall Squad's temporary vehicle in Shangjing had originally been prepared by Baili Pangpang. It was spacious enough to seat seven people, and even the trunk had been modified. It had more than enough room for a coffin.
Lin Qiye draped some clothes over An Qingyu and carried him straight toward the car.
The autumn night wind in Shangjing was icy and biting. Wrapped in a dark crimson cloak, An Qingyu lay on Lin Qiye's back, watching the red taillights light up in the courtyard, his lips pressing together slightly...
"Qiye," he said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me... what if I become useless from now on?"
Lin Qiye, who had been striding forward with An Qingyu on his back, halted. Frowning, he said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're An Qingyu—the monster who can grow his own head back even if it gets chopped off.