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Before he had even finished speaking, he felt that familiar presence emerge. A shadow gradually appeared on the ground behind him.

But unlike before, this time the shadow swayed unsteadily. It wasn't just because it was weak. It was—

Jiang Cheng's expression changed dramatically. He saw a huge wound split open across the shadow's waist.

The wound ran horizontally and looked severe, nearly reaching the spine. As he walked forward, the shadow's upper body shook nonstop.

Was this the price of saving him?

Even as fear gripped Jiang Cheng, he couldn't help feeling touched. Somehow, this terrifying creature had become someone he could rely on.

Once he had steadied himself, Jiang Cheng chose a route that looked a little safer and took a roundabout path. With his back against the wall, he inched toward Lin Muyun.

Closer.

Closer still.

As he approached, Lin Muyun remained in the same position, looking all the more eerie in these surroundings.

To be safe, Jiang Cheng should have sent Lin Muyun a message ahead of time, warning him to be ready. But he was also worried that doing so might upset the delicate balance they had managed to maintain.

Yuan Xiaotian, who still hadn't been discovered, was a thorn in Jiang Cheng's side.

At last, after getting close enough, Jiang Cheng spotted the killer hiding behind a bookshelf.

But this time, its appearance left him stunned.

The killer's axe was gone. More precisely, its entire left arm—the one holding the axe—was missing, and a large chunk of its shoulder was gone too.

The severed edge was smooth and even, as if cut off by a sharp blade.

Jiang Cheng instinctively glanced at his shadow. It clung obediently to the wall, giving the impression of being utterly ordinary.

But Jiang Cheng knew better. It might