Qing Muye originally thought that if he extended his hand, it would be like Meng Jingwei, with something invisible and intangible drilling into his skin. However, when he stretched out his hand, there was no reaction at all.
The clear water, stained with red blood, turned reddish. The water still splashed and churned as if from a torrential downpour.
He placed his hand next to the bowl and waited for a long time. There was no reaction. After hesitating for a moment, he directly put his hand into the bowl.
The water was very cold.
Apart from the lukewarm temperature, there was no abnormality, and it felt no different from ordinary water.
As he waited, not only did he not feel the expected pain, but the splashing water gradually subsided. The water in the two bowls and the jar became quieter and quieter, and then the water surface rippled and gradually calmed down.
Qing Muye's expression gradually turned grim, his brow furrowed, and he felt quite surprised.
What on earth was going on?
Just now, Meng Jingwei's hand had only touched the edge of the bowl, and something had attached itself to her skin. In the blink of an eye, it had entered her body.
But why was it that when his hand reached into the water, there was no reaction at all?
Or was it that the blood mixed into the water had destroyed the sustenance standards of the mysterious creatures inside, causing them to die?
Everything was just speculation. Until it was confirmed, no one knew the reason.
Qing Muye took off his tie from his neck and wrapped it around the thenar eminence of his palm, bandaging the spot where Meng Jingwei had bitten him fiercely.
He turned back to Meng Jingwei's side. She was still lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Awei? Awei?"
Qing Muye gently patted her cheek, but the little woman showed no reaction.
The man was a little worried. He sat on the ground, supported her head so it rested on his leg, and pinched her philtrum.
One second...
Two seconds...
It took a full five or six seconds before the unconscious woman fluttered her eyelids, blinked her eyelashes, and gradually regained consciousness.
Meng Jingwei leaned weakly against Qing Muye's leg, opened her eyes, and looked at him. Her mind was muddled for a moment. "Where is this..."
"We fell into a secret room, and you fainted just now."
Qing Muye knew that Meng Jingwei was momentarily confused because of the intense pain in her head earlier.
The weak woman thought for a moment before she remembered everything that had happened.
She reached up and touched her head, sighing, "My goodness, I'm still alive. I thought I was going to die here."
"Calamities often linger for a thousand years. You won't die so easily."
He said this jokingly, trying to ease the atmosphere and comfort Meng Jingwei.
However, when he saw the wound on Meng Jingwei's head, which had been caused by excessive pain and impact, already stained with blood, he still felt a pang of sympathy. "Does your head still hurt?"
"It's okay, not hurting. I just feel a bit sore and weak all over."
She took Qing Muye's hand and sat up, her head drooping, adjusting her state.
After a while, she got up from the ground. Perhaps due to what had happened earlier, she stumbled a step. Qing Muye quickly stepped forward and grabbed her. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
Meng Jingwei waved her hand and walked towards the table.
However, before she even got close to the table, Qing Muye pulled her back. "Don't go any closer, it's too dangerous."
"Let go of me!"
Meng Jingwei flung Qing Muye's hand away. "Damn it, I just want to see what exactly is in there that made me feel worse than death just now!"
After something entered her body, Meng Jingwei only felt pain for less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but that short period of excruciating pain felt as if her soul was being torn from her body.
Perhaps, death itself wouldn't be this painful.
Bang—
Meng Jingwei merely flicked her hand away, and suddenly a sound came from behind her.
She looked back and saw that Qing Muye had been thrown far away, crashing heavily onto a bookshelf, knocking down rows of shelves. All the books scattered on the ground, creating a mess.
"You... I..."
She frowned in confusion. "I didn't use much force. You... you can't be framing me."
Despite saying that, Meng Jingwei still lowered her head, puzzled, and looked at her hand, certain that she hadn't used much force just now.
The rather dishevelled man stood up from the pile of books, covered in dust and looking particularly dishevelled.
He covered his chest with his hand, his gaze fixed on Meng Jingwei as if trying to probe something. He vaguely sensed something unusual but shook his head. "It's nothing. I just lost my footing earlier. It has nothing to do with you."
Did it really have nothing to do with her?
When Meng Jingwei had flicked her hand earlier, he had clearly felt her strength suddenly increase.
This kind of reaction was indeed a bit strange.
No...
It should be said, very strange.
"Truly useless."
Meng Jingwei snorted coldly, ignoring what had just happened. She turned back to look at the two bowls, and in her frenzy, she reached her hand out again.
"Stop messing around!"
Qing Muye strode forward and grabbed her hand. "You were in great danger just now!"
"Hey, I know. Let go of me."
Meng Jingwei shook her hand again, but this time, with the same force, it didn't have as strong a reaction on Qing Muye as before.
She glared at the man. "I just want to see what's in here. Do you know that something entered my body just now? I might be poisoned, or even dying. Before I die, shouldn't I at least find out how I died!"
Heaven knew how complex Meng Jingwei's emotions were at that moment. She pursed her lips and mumbled, "I haven't even sent my parents off to their old age yet. If something were to happen to me, how pitiful would they be."
"Shut up!"
Qing Muye reprimanded her. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Saying that, he pointed to the two bowls from before. "I've already tried. The things inside are not reacting at all now. Since you've already been injured, don't touch these anymore. When we get out safely, I'll have people take these things for testing and analysis. Technology is very advanced now, you don't need to worry too much. I will definitely cure you!"
His woman, even if it cost him everything, he would protect her completely.
"I..."
Meng Jingwei pouted and looked at the faint red colour in the two bowls. "Why is it red in here? Did you bleed?"
"Yes. I got injured earlier, so I came to try and see if this thing would react to me. The result... there's been no abnormality so far."
"Are you crazy?! You saw how dangerous it was for me earlier, and you still went to try it yourself? Are... are you alright?"
Meng Jingwei never expected Qing Muye to have such a reckless act.
He had clearly seen how much pain she was in earlier, yet he still went to test this unknown creature without fear of death.
Wasn't he afraid of dying?
She was somewhat surprised, shocked...
But more than anything, she was touched by Qing Muye's actions just now.