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Ye Mingyue stood by the window with her arms crossed, gazing out at the pitch-black night. Screams and sounds of fighting drifted in from near and far, and countless people were destined to die or be injured tonight.

Fortunately, Lou Yu was both shrewd and an experienced player. He'd arranged for people to take turns keeping watch long ago. Clinging to his coattails had saved her a lot of trouble.

Thinking of Lou Yu, she touched her short hair, freshly cut that day. She was wearing an inconspicuous gray tracksuit, and had deliberately darkened her skin. Her whole appearance was drab, making it hard to connect her with the Ye Mingyue who appeared in public with exquisite makeup.

Now she'd lost her Healing ability, the greatest thing she'd had to rely on. She had no leverage to bargain with anyone, so she'd have to stay hidden until she grew stronger.

Thinking of Ye Zhao, who'd brought her to this point, she couldn't help clenching her fists. Just wait! One day, she'd get everything back!

Just then, she faintly heard a feeble cry for help from outside the window. It sounded oddly familiar. "...Help... Help..."

Did that sound a little like Ye Zhao? But Ye Zhao was terrifyingly strong. A few measly Mycelium Monsters wouldn't even be enough for her to chop up. There was no way she'd be crying for help.

She didn't think much of it and didn't want to invite trouble, so she shut the window tight to keep it from disturbing her sleep.

In the room next door, Lou Yu was leaning by the window, smoking. He listened to the "cries for help" carried on the night breeze. The voice sounded so weak, pained, and frightened, but it had been shouting for half an hour and was