Jing Xin saw the thin man who had run past her earlier return to the fight, desperately trying to signal her. It seemed he was with the man from the cemetery. Jing Xin hesitated before pulling out her phone book and dialing: “San Bao, what’s happening? I’ve been trying to call the boss, but no one’s picking up.” The voice on the other end was anxious.
Jing Xin whispered, “Hello, I’m not San Bao. They’re fighting here.” Her voice trembled.
“What? Where are they?” the voice on the phone shouted.
“They’re at the Angel Cemetery, fighting with many people. A thin man told me to call you. The scene is chaotic.” She finally explained clearly.
“I understand.” The man on the phone seemed to roar.
Jing Xin vaguely heard him say, “Grab your weapons, the old man is in danger.” The call ended, leaving her uneasy about gang fighting. Before she could process it, she shouted, “Watch out behind you!” The fighting group froze for a moment, but the tall man was still stabbed in the shoulder. He swiftly retaliated, moving fiercely like an enraged lion.
After dealing with the attackers, the man looked towards the roadside and was stunned to see the girl from the cemetery, pale and foolishly standing there. Jing Xin, lost in her thoughts, moved closer to him, forgetting her fear amidst the blood flowing from his shoulder.
The moon, hidden by clouds, gradually revealed itself, while strange sounds echoed in the distance. Jing Xin gazed at the unfamiliar, dark forest, feeling a rising fear. Jiang Xiangyang pulled her, saying, “You’re injured, come with me to clean the wound.”
His movements were somewhat rough as he pulled her into the house, causing her to stumble.
In the center of the room stood a statue of Guan Er Ge, covered in dust that obscured its originally vibrant colors. One of the lotus lamps was broken, and the other flickered dimly. The offering plates were empty except for one containing cigarette butts and ash.
“Oh, Guan Er Ge, how have you fallen to such a miserable state!” Jing Xin remarked with a smile.
Jiang Xiangyang pulled Jing Xin into a room on the left, where a young man was arranging medical instruments. He nodded to Jiang Xiangyang without exchanging pleasantries. To them, the shocking wounds appeared commonplace.
