Mu Sheng's shout gave everyone a tremendous fright.
Dongfang Minghui crouched down to examine him. The bruises that had vanished earlier soon reappeared around the boy's wrists and ankles, as though she had applied an invisibility potion that wore off after a short while, revealing their original appearance.
Well, that settled it. There was no need to experiment to establish the relationship between the samples from the Living Dead and the black mist. The two viruses were as clearly divided as two separate streams; one glance showed they were not the same.
"Hey, brat, give me some kind of response." She lightly patted both his cheeks with the back of her hand.
His gaze, previously fixed on the roof beam, shifted downward slightly. He lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and offered three words.
"I am fine."
He could clearly express his wishes, and he was no longer thrashing about as he had earlier, so she relaxed for the time being. Worried that something else might happen during the night, Dongfang Minghui decided to stay awake and keep watch beside him until morning.
Qian Wanyu stayed beside her without allowing any argument. She spread a beast hide on the floor, sat cross-legged, and soon entered a meditative state.
Dongfang Minghui took out a little notebook and recorded the boy's condition. Throughout the night, she checked him from time to time for things such as agitation, vacant eyes, and whether his mind remained clear.
She spent the entire night fussing over him.
Only as dawn approached, when she saw him finally close his eyes to rest, did she check the marks on his wrists and ankles again. Their color seemed slightly lighter than before, reassuring her. After finishing the night's notes, she sat casually against the threshold and watched the scene