A fight had broken out.
They were fighting already?
And there was blood, too.
At the sight of blood, Li Qian's face filled with utter terror.
"Run with me! This can't have anything to do with Master Xiao!"
She hurriedly whispered those words, then pulled Miao Ming along and beckoned to the two young women.
Together, they slipped into the ship's interior, trying to find somewhere to hide.
They accidentally got separated along the way, leaving only Miao Ming beside Li Qian.
Most of the people on deck were on the verge of losing their minds.
Such an obvious, transparent attempt to turn them against one another.
And it had thrown everything straight into chaos!
Hide, hide, hide.
That was the only thought in Li Qian's head.
The two hid in a utility room inside the ship, barricading the door with heavy objects.
Then they stayed hidden in silence.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Li Qian suddenly realized something.
"That sick freak hasn't spoken again, and hasn't killed anyone as a warning either."
Miao Ming's face was bloodless. "So they really did start fighting outside, and then people died... Even Master Xiao's Disciple couldn't handle it?"
"Maybe he's already dead..."
Li Qian knew nothing and couldn't make sense of anything.
Everything had happened so inexplicably.
"Miao Ming, do you think there's any chance we're dreaming?"
"I'd like to fool myself that way too, but... if this is a dream, how could it be so real? The pain, the sense of reality, even the feeling of solid ground beneath our feet-none of it feels like a dream, except..."
"Except what?"
As though clutching at a lifeline, Li Qian watched Miao Ming nervously.
After considerable hesitation, Miao Ming said thoughtfully, "I don't feel hungry or tired, and I can't feel time