There was no time to brace himself.
The clearance objective required him to "take him out of the hospital," so he had to jump too.
With the dying 309A on his back, Li Xian felt warm liquid gradually soaking through his clothes... He gritted his teeth, braced to jump, then placed the E-flat Major Nocturne around 309A.
He would be fine. He couldn't die anyway-but 309A on his back clearly couldn't withstand the impact of the fall.
Romantic, graceful piano music rang in his ears. Li Xian took one last look at the Director charging toward him, his face livid, and leaped.
The wind roaring past his ears nearly tore the nocturne to shreds-and the same fate seemed about to befall Li Xian in the next instant.
Li Xian closed his eyes. After a brief, intense sensation of weightlessness, he struck something-not the cold, hard ground he had expected, but something like an air cushion... or a trampoline. He sank into something soft and smooth that absorbed the entire impact of the fall.
A mildly disgruntled voice reached his ears:
"Why do you always try to clear these things by killing yourself? Couldn't you just ask me for help?"
The "thank you" on the tip of Li Xian's tongue was forced back down by those words.
He had met plenty of people who said all the right things but never did anything useful-Ji Xie alone was the complete opposite.
Could the language system used by eerie beings be different from humans'?
No, the Village Chief and Du Sha didn't talk like him either...
Ji Xie seemed displeased by his silence. He abruptly withdrew his tentacles, sending Li Xian sprawling on the ground before he could react.
"..."
Li Xian laid 309A flat on the ground. He was still breathing faintly,