Although Zheng Wuyou had no idea what was going on with those people who shone like incandescent bulbs,
the weapons in their hands
seemed to tell her they were no good.
Otherwise, surely they hadn't traveled all this way with their lights on just to bring her tools
so she could sew up her arm.
"Wuyou, don't just stand there! Hurry and cover yourself with ash!"
Yuan Ling's words left her no time to think.
Coming to her senses, Zheng Wuyou hurried over to a sheep that had been burned black, looked as though it would fall apart at a touch, and still smelled deliciously roasted.
She swallowed, crouched down, and did as Yuan Ling had told her. Before the few glowing figures could approach, she smeared the black ash at her feet all over herself.
She didn't even spare the soles of her feet.
In this mirrorless world, Zheng Wuyou couldn't tell whether she'd covered her face evenly, so she piled the ash on top until it formed a little mound.
Then she buried her face in it and, holding her breath, rolled her head back and forth through the ash.
Just then, Zheng Wuyou lifted her head to breathe and spotted a familiar face behind the sheep lying opposite her. Its owner was covered head to toe in black.
It was Yuan Ling!
She'd been hiding here!
No wonder Zheng Wuyou had searched for ages without finding her.
But was Yuan Ling trying to send her the secret signal they'd come up with back in college?
Zheng Wuyou brushed the ash from her eyes and squinted, straining to follow Yuan Ling's repeated gestures. She went over the long-forgotten signal several times in her mind before she could make it out:
Quick! Get! Down! Hide!
Don't! Get! Caught!
Zheng