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"Eldest Senior Brother, what ingredients does the prescription you found actually need? I'll help you look for them so we can try to get some rest early tonight."
I felt inexplicably exhausted. Although I had been busy these past few days, I had never experienced anything like this before. The fatigue seemed to rise from the depths of my soul, leaving me unable to control it.
Seeing how drowsy I was, Chen Mu told me to raise my head. He said in surprise, "Second Junior Brother, you're really about to die..."
I gave the guy a kick and cursed, "You're the one about to die!"
Chen Mu stared at me carefully and said seriously, "Second Junior Brother, do you remember what I told you before? I wasn't too sure at the time, but I've noticed that the black aura around your forehead is getting heavier and heavier. This is death aura—only dead people have it!"
I remembered that Chen Mu really had said something like that to me some time ago. Back then, I thought he was joking. But seeing how serious he was now, combined with my recent condition, I couldn't help feeling a trace of fear.
No matter how strong someone's mental fortitude was, everyone feared death. Whether they were great figures from history or elderly people who had seen through life and death, they would all seem helpless and despairing when facing death.
I hurriedly explained, "Maybe the death aura on me has something to do with my visit to the cemetery some time ago." Of course, I didn't mention another possibility: I often went to the ghost school, and perhaps I had absorbed too much death aura from that place.
Chen Mu busied himself with the medicinal ingredients while I helped at his