Knock ... Knock
Mu Ling was frightened by the door knock, he quickly got up to the desk and hid the knife with the book in the drawer.
"Who is it?" Mu Ling said in a foreign language but not foreign at the same time it was a weird feeling, Mu Ling was surprised who would come this late at night.
"Open up it's me" Zhao Li, Mu Ling's childhood friend and also a student with him in the history department.
Mu Ling opened half the door while he was hiding his wounded half behind the door, he was scared he would get caught for doing weird rituals even though its cultivation world, evil rituals aren't welcomed by society, It may even go so far as to be put behind bars.
Zhao Li was dressed in weird-looking pajamas and he is fat really fat.. with blond hair and a Hairless mustache and thick eyebrows he looked exactly like fatneet from his past life.
"Are you alright I heard something falling while I was passing by and I was scared for a second," Zhao Li said, because its an old dormitory with a shared bathroom and creepy hallway it's not a pleasing experience to walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
"It's nothing I dropped some books while I was studying" Mu Ling was known as the nerd of the class and his only friend was fatty Li, this is why their rooms are close to each other.
"Alright don't forget to sleep early for the field trip tomorrow or teacher Wang Xie will be angry, you know when she is angry what happens you can forget about graduating"
"En"
"Finally he is gone" Mu Ling closed the door
Mu Ling stared at the meter for a few seconds before returning to the burly wood desk. He then reached out to twist the gas lamp's switch.
After some sputtering, there was a sharp sound!
A fire plume ignited and rapidly grew. Bright light first occupied the internals of the wall lamp before penetrating the transparent glass, blanketing the room with a warm glow.
The darkness quickly receded as the crimson retreated out the window. Mu Ling felt at ease for a baffling reason as he quickly came in front of the dressing mirror.
This time, he seriously inspected his temple and did not miss a single detail.
"Hmm…" Retracting his hand and pressing on his left temple, Mu Ling sought for the reason by rummaging through his memory fragments.
After a few rounds of inspection, he realized that apart from the original blood stain, liquid was no longer flowing out of the grotesque wound. It appeared like it had received the best hemostasis and bandaging. As for the slowly squirming grayish-white brain and the discernible growth of flesh and blood around the wound, it meant that the wound might take thirty to forty minutes, or maybe even two to three hours before it would only leave a light scar.
"The restorative effects that transmigration brings?" Mu Ling curled up the right corner of his mouth as he muttered silently.
Following that, he let out a long sigh. Regardless, he was still alive!
After settling his mind, he pulled open a drawer and took out a tiny piece of soap. He took one of the old and tattered towels hanging by the side of the cupboard and opened the door. He then walked to the public bathroom which was shared by the tenants on the second floor.
Yes, I should clean up the blood stains on my head, or I'll keep looking like a crime scene. It's fine scaring myself, but if someone see me it would be quite problematic!
The corridor outside was pitch black. Silhouettes were barely accentuated by the crimson moonlight from the window at the end of the corridor. They looked like a pair of monster eyes that silently observed the living late into the night.
Mu Ling lightened his footsteps as he walked towards the communal bathroom with a shuddering fear.
When he entered, there was even more moonlight, allowing him to see everything clearly. Mu Ling stood in front of a wash basin and turned the tap's knob.
Upon hearing the gushing sound of water, he suddenly recalled his parents from his previous life they wear very mean to him, he could understand their feelings, but still, it doesn't justificatie their actions.
Putting away those thoughts, Mu Ling used a moist towel to clean the blood stains from his face again and again.
After checking himself using the rundown mirror in the bathroom and verifying that all that was left were a hideous wound and a pale face did Mu Ling relax. Then, he took off his linen shirt and used a bar of soap to wash away the bloodstains.
At that moment, he knitted his brows and recalled of a possible problem.
The wound was too exaggerated and there was too much blood. Apart from his body, his room likely still had signs of his injury!
After Mu Ling was done with his linen shirt a few minutes later, he briskly returned to his apartment with a moist towel. He first wiped the blood handprint on the desk and then, using the gas lamp's illumination, sought out spots that he missed out.
He immediately discovered that quite a substantial amount of blood had splattered onto the floor beneath the desk. And there was a yellow weird rock to the left side of the wall.