Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

The shockwave from the explosion pushed Zhang Qiling directly onto Wu Wei, while Hei Xiazi was swept away by the blast of debris.

The three were instantly separated in the sea.

Wu Wei struggled to open his eyes in the murky seawater and saw Zhang Qiling cough up blood after being hit by the shockwave.

A trickle of blood seeped from his back, spreading into a pale red mist in the seawater before being quickly washed away.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were already closed, and he sank down without any reaction.

Wu Wei felt as if his heart had been squeezed, and he supported the unconscious Zhang Qiling, using all his strength to swim upwards.

A feeling of suffocation was pressing against his chest, and his lungs were burning with pain.

Wu prayed that nothing bad would happen, repeating it to himself over and over again.

Fortunately, there was a rocky outcrop where they swam down, and the tide was receding, exposing the rocks.

Wu Wei dragged Zhang Qiling onto the reef. His soaked clothes clung tightly to his body, and seawater mixed with blood flowed down the edge of the reef.

Zhang Qiling's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her breathing was weak.

Wu Wei turned him over; the rocks were stained with blood, and his back was a bloody mess.

Self-blame was like a dull knife, cutting into Wu Wei's heart again and again.

Why do you think that being knocked unconscious will make you fine?

Why not kill A-Ning?

Why are you so self-righteous?

Wu Wei knelt on the reef, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, dripping onto Zhang Qiling's skin.

"It's all my fault."

He murmured, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent, "It's all my fault..."

Zhang Qiling's eyelashes fluttered, and her usually calm eyes slowly opened, revealing Wu Wei's tear-streaked face.

He coughed twice, and some blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

She struggled to lift her fingers, but lacked the strength to wipe away Wu Wei's tears; she could only grasp Wu Wei's hand.

That hand, which was always so strong, now felt light and airy.

He looked at Wu Wei, his voice extremely weak: "I'm fine."

Wu Wei's tears flowed even more profusely.

He shook his head, sobbing, his voice broken and intermittent:

"Brother, please...please don't let anything happen to you..."

Just then, a cheerful electronic voice sounded in my mind: "Host, I'm awake!"

The sound of 999 stopped abruptly. It noticed that Wu Wei was in tears and paused clearly.

What's going on?

Wu Wei was stunned the moment he heard the 999 voice.

One-time peak healing card!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he almost instinctively cried out, "Healing Card, give me the Healing Card!"

999 is always reliable in critical moments; he immediately put the healing card in Wu Wei's pocket and gave him a concise and efficient explanation:

"Apply to the heart area; if it disappears, the application was successful."

Wu Wei's fingers trembled as he pulled the healing card from his pocket.

It was a transparent card, like ice, but warm to the touch, with a very faint glow.

He trembled as he untied Zhang Qiling's soaked clothes.

Zhang Qiling's upper body was exposed, and the dark blue-black Qilin tattoo had fully emerged under the stimulation of his body temperature, coiled on his pale skin, carrying a silent tragic grandeur.

Under Zhang Qiling's puzzled gaze, Wu Wei pressed the card against his heart.

The moment the card touched the skin, the shimmering light on its surface brightened slightly.

Then it begins to melt slowly, seeping into the skin little by little.

Once the card had completely disappeared, Wu Wei leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against Zhang Qiling's, tears dripping onto his face, his voice soft and hoarse:

"Brother, this is my biggest secret, you absolutely can't get hurt."

Zhang Qiling heard Wu Wei's words.

He wanted to say something, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears that were still streaming down Wu Wei's face.

But a warm and powerful drowsiness enveloped him, and his consciousness was gently pulled into the depths.

He couldn't say what he wanted to say and closed his eyes.

But he heard it.

Wu Wei said that was his biggest secret, and Wu Wei gave him that secret.

Wu Wei saw that Zhang Qiling's wounds were visibly beginning to heal.

The flesh torn apart by the shockwave began to heal within seconds of the card disappearing, with fresh granulation tissue growing from the edges of the wounds and filling the damaged tissue at an incredible speed.

Although his pale face was still bloodless, his breathing had become steady.

It's no longer that faint fluctuation that seemed like it could break at any moment.

999 spoke up at the opportune moment: "He's alright, host. He'll be fine after a day of sleep."

Wu Wei carefully moved Zhang Qiling to a higher, flatter rock and laid him down.

I touched his chest to make sure his heart was beating strongly.

Wu Wei stared at Zhang Qiling for a few seconds to make sure he was really alright, then turned around and jumped into the sea.

The seawater once again submerged his head, its coldness biting to the bone.

He moved among the rocks, searching everywhere, sweeping the shadows of one rock after another underwater.

He only surfaced to catch his breath when the oxygen ran out, his chest heaving violently. He took a few breaths of damp air before plunging back into the water.

999 watched Wu Wei dive down again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with anxiety:

"Wu Wei, what are you doing? Your stamina can't take this kind of exertion."

Wu Wei surfaced again for air, seawater dripping from his soaked hair, his lips already frozen purple.

His voice was hoarse and stubborn: "The blind man hasn't come out yet."

Then, without waiting for 999's reply, it dived back into the water.

999 was silent for a moment, then said in a rational voice, "The sea is too vast. If we don't emerge by now..."

"He's fine," Wu Wei interrupted himself in his mind.

Resurfaced for air again, Wu Wei repeated himself, as if speaking to 999, yet also as if speaking to himself: "He's alright."

He dived down again and swam continuously, searching through the crevices of the reefs one by one, confirming them over and over again.

Wu Wei, who didn't know how many times he had surfaced for air, leaned against a reef, panting heavily.

The sea breeze blew on his soaked body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Gazing at the boundless sea, a thought flashed through Wu Wei's mind.

If Hei Xiazi really stays in this place, shouldn't he stay here with him for it to be fair?

999 noticed this thought.

It turned all the system volumes up to maximum: "Shut up! You're not allowed to think like that!"

Wu Wei was startled by the roar, and seawater streamed down his face.

"Waaah—"

A long, deep whistle sounded from behind the rocky beach.

Wu Wei snapped out of his daze and looked at the approaching ship that he had overlooked while diving.

The boat stopped some distance from the rocky beach, and two figures stood at the bow.

One of them was dressed in black, tall, and had a straight posture.

Wu Wei's tears welled up again instantly.

Overjoyed, she wept.