Tang Ye, upon hearing those words, reached out and grabbed Lu Xiaojie's hand. The next second, Lu Xiaojie kicked open the door at the top of the stairs, and with her other hand, she reached out towards the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, where there was a blank painting!
Whoosh!
As Lu Xiaojie's hand holding the crow feather touched that painting, Tang Ye's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a somewhat yellowed ceiling, and beside him was Lu Xiaojie. However, her condition seemed much worse than before. She was slumped against the wall on the ground, coughing incessantly. When Tang Ye's gaze turned toward her, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine... well... I lied to you..."
"Can you not joke right now?"
"I'm not joking. It's not about that. I've been lying to you from the start..."
"Huh?"
