When the gray thread burrowed into Lu Wenchuan's Fate Line, it did not take effect immediately.
It was too fine, hidden at the edge of his old wound, mingling with the bloody fissures already there. Lu Wenchuan pressed his wrist, his expression still unchanged, though his knuckles tightened slightly.
Xu Zhihan, however, saw it clearly.
That thread was no ordinary Sin Line.
It carried Lin Wan's blood imprint and had been altered by Fake Shen Cheng, specifically to touch the Fragment within Lu Wenchuan's fate.
Xu Zhihan walked over.
Lu Wenchuan took half a step back.
"Don't touch it."
Xu Zhihan looked up, his gaze piercingly cold.
"Just try taking another step back."
Lu Wenchuan stopped.
The Deputy Captain stood beside them, not daring to speak, and could only have the other team members reapply the sealing tape around the well first.
Song Zhixia's voice came through the earpiece, faster than usual.
"Lu Wenchuan, press down on your wrist immediately. Xu Zhihan, don't pull the thread out directly. That thing is connected to Lin Wan's blood imprint and the third Fragment. Forcing it out will affect you."
Xu Zhihan said nothing.
He stared at Lu Wenchuan's wrist. Half of that gray thread had already sunk inside.
Lu Wenchuan looked at him, keeping his voice very low.
"Let's get back in the vehicle first."
Xu Zhihan said, "Get back in the vehicle and wait for you to die?"
Lu Wenchuan was momentarily stumped.
"I'm not that easy to kill."
"You say that every time."
Lu Wenchuan looked at him.
Xu Zhihan's face was pale, but his gaze was cold. His fingers hovered an inch from the wound without touching it. That inch seemed to stretch endlessly, neither of them moving right away.
Lu Wenchuan suddenly said, "Xu Zhihan, listen to Song