Where Did It Go?

"Madman! Madman, are you all right?" Mo Li vaguely heard Wei Dengke calling out to him. He slowly opened his eyes, but his vision was extremely blurry. He could only make out Wei Dengke's silhouette, not his features.

"...How long was I unconscious?" Mo Li asked in an incredibly hoarse voice. He was startled when he heard himself speak. The sound didn't seem to come from his mouth at all, but rather from deep in his throat.

"Not long. I came over when I saw you'd passed out." Wei Dengke helped Mo Li sit up before answering.

"Cough, cough, cough!" As soon as he sat up, Mo Li began coughing violently, even coughing up a large mouthful of blood. Yet after spitting it out, his complexion actually improved somewhat. Clearly, the stagnant blood had blocked his airway, and expelling it made breathing easier.

Wei Dengke patted Mo Li's back while Mo Li looked toward Lu Wu's corpse in the distance. To be honest, even now he couldn't believe that he had really killed the monster. The battle hadn't lasted long, but Mo Li had repeatedly teetered on the brink of death. Given the enormous gap in strength, managing to kill the monster had practically been a miracle.

Seeing Mo Li staring at Lu Wu's corpse, Wei Dengke wore a bitter smile. "You really are a madman. I honestly never expected you to kill it."

"If it hadn't died, we would have. Do you think I wanted to fight it head-on? Ow, ow! Go easy!" Mo Li said bitterly. Wei Dengke was still patting his back, and perhaps he had touched one of the fractures, because Mo Li's expression instantly twisted. Baring his teeth, he cried out.

Seeing that Mo Li still had the strength to shout, Wei Dengke shook his