Bai Mu used a handkerchief soaked in warm water to wipe the blood from the "Witch's" face, then completely replaced all the bandages covering her body.
She quieted down. That face, devoid of pupils, turned toward him, as if she were looking right into his eyes.
Bai Mu knew that healing items from Paradise were restricted when used on Script characters and would not have the sa effect as they did on Players. Even if those items could raise her Health, they could not help her regrow her legs or her eyes; at best, they could only alleviate so of her pain. Her current condition was as if her maximum Health had been locked, and she was likely burdened with nurous negative debuffs. The fact that she was not dead was nothing short of a magical miracle.
After he finished, she seed to regain so clarity and stopped making those grating, choking sobs. She looked as though she wanted to say sothing, but when she opened her mouth, she could only let out wordless, unsyllabic croaks like a mute. As if overwheld by sha, she turned her head and buried her face into the pillow. Bai Mu used a wooden comb to untangle her ssy hair, tied it back with a hairband, and then slipped a small Western-style dress over her before placing a sun hat on her head.
Dressed like this, she no longer looked terrifying.
"Is it over?" Scattered Fireflies asked softly, glancing at Nancheng Port beside her.
In reality, Bai Mu had only spent about ten minutes cleaning the "Witch's" wounds, but to her, it felt like several hours had passed. The pressure of sharing a room with a giant bear was simply too imnse.
"It should be over," Nancheng Port said. "She is the master of this mansion. As long as she opens the door for us, we can complete the Main Quest." "The door might already be open." Yan Yu looked behind her.
The wall behind the door had vanished, and the original corridor reappeared outside the doorway.
The "Witch" pointed outside the door, as if signaling that they could leave.
But Bai Mu said, "There is still one more place I want to go. Could I trouble you to open a door for ?"
The "Witch" froze for a mont, then gave a gentle nod.
Bai Mu carefully lifted her from the bed. She was much lighter than Lucy; holding her did not feel like holding a girl, but rather a doll stuffed with cotton.
The mont she left the bed, she perhaps felt a bit insecure, as her only movable limbs—her arms—wrapped tightly around Bai Mu's neck.
According to Great Northern Wilderness's description, the true witch should possess levitation magic and be able to fly around. However, she was clearly not used to the magic contained within this body yet and had no idea how to use it. She was like soone who had never seen a car before suddenly being placed in the driver's seat, totally bewildered by the array of dials and levers.
To lose one's legs, lose one's eyes, and have one's throat poisoned mute—what kind of feeling was that?
Bai Mu could not imagine it, but he knew it must be agonizing, and absolutely not sothing an innocent village girl could endure.
He did his best to help the "Witch" find a comfortable position. After several adjustnts, she expressed her preference through body language. Ultimately, Bai Mu supported her frail, slender waist, letting her lie face-up in his arms.
The dark blue dress and lace-brimd sun hat made her look like a petite doll, except for the empty void beneath her skirt where only air remained. She lowered her head and pulled down the brim of her hat to hide her face.
The giant bear truly acted like a guardian, trailing behind Bai Mu and the "Witch," matching his pace as they walked forward.
"Brother Bai, do you want to go to the basent?" Great Northern Wilderness asked.
Bai Mu nodded. "We will likely encounter more danger down there. If you all do not want to take the risk, you can head to the first floor in a bit and leave directly through the main doors. That should clear the Script."
"We have co this far; I am definitely not leaving," Yan Yu said with a stubborn expression, determined to stay until the very end.
The other three exchanged glances and showed no intention of backing out either.
Mostly, they were quite curious about what was actually in the basent. Besides, Bai Mu was the one tanking all the pressure. With such a rare opportunity to be carried by an expert, who would not want to leech so extra rewards?
As a result, not a single person quit. All four followed behind Bai Mu like lackeys, though they made sure to keep a safe distance from the giant bear. The group, plus one bear, retraced their steps and returned to the first floor.
Along the way, Scattered Fireflies quietly asked Yan Yu, "What did Big Brother Bai do in the past?"
"No idea," Yan Yu replied. "He said he has never worked a proper job, and that is probably true. To , he seems like a super agent. Before entering Paradise, he might have been going around kidnapping presidents and assassinating high-ranking officials."
Scattered Fireflies's face lit up in sudden realization, and she nodded with a serious expression, looking as though she completely believed Yan Yu's words.
Yan Yu was not entirely joking. Aside from being a super agent, she could not imagine what kind of environnt could cultivate such a freakish person like Bai Mu.
She had seen Bai Mu's Player profile. Before queuing into this death march, Bai Mu had truly only completed two Scripts: a novice Script, plus a D-grade Adventure Script he claid to have bought from an administrator.
That ant he was already in this state of mind the mont he entered Paradise.
If Bai Mu were an A-grade or B-grade Player, it would not be so strange. After all, anything could be encountered in Scripts. Players who managed to reach high ranks were all the elite among n; it was impossible to survive without so kind of specialty, and even an ordinary person would eventually forge a specialty through repeated Scripts. The terrifying part was that Bai Mu was currently only E-grade. It truly made one suspect that he was either a murderous, unblinking psychopath, or a super agent subjected to rigorous training since childhood.
Yan Yu had yet to see any emotion resembling fear on him, and his tolerance for gory scenes was simply far too high. If Yan Yu had been the one cleaning the "Witch's" wounds just now, she felt certain she could never have done it so thoroughly.
Just changing the bandages would have put her under imnse stress, let alone wiping down all the bloodstains on that body—the re thought of it made her hair stand on end. Returning to the matter at hand, amid these wandering thoughts, the group arrived before the basent door.
On the other side, the tightly shut doors of the Ancient Manor had already opened a crack. The weather outside was still gloomy, but it was far better than the lifeless, suffocating atmosphere of the manor.
"Can you open this door?" Bai Mu asked, carrying the "Witch" to the heavy wooden door.
The "Witch" nodded, and the wooden door automatically swung inward.
Inside were rows of bookshelves. The floor was covered in profound and arcane symbols, forming sothing that looked like a magic circle.
Next to the magic circle hung a suspended basket, where a black cat was fast asleep.
The black cat lazily stretched its back, leaped gracefully down from the basket, and looked at the group with a scrutinizing gaze. "I thought you didn't want to co back." The black cat spoke in a human tongue, its voice rather androgynous. "Though the feeling of going outside must have been quite nice. Wouldn't you say, Ellen?"
Its tone carried a hint of teasing, sounding almost like mockery.
Hearing this na, everyone's hearts tightened involuntarily.
"Brother, on your body!" Nancheng Port shouted.
A phantom phased right out of Great Northern Wilderness's body—it was the ghost of a girl identical to the one in the oil painting.
Her expression was calm, but her eyebrows were slightly raised as she stared fixedly at the black cat, seemingly suppressing her anger.
The black cat remained completely indifferent, simply licking the fur on its paw and scratching its ear with a hind leg.
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