Bloody Rose made a dismissive gesture, saying, "You are too young to keep secrets. Anyone who is interested in you will find out easily what changes you've made recently. Actually, I'm curious about your story too. You got shot in the shoulder a little while ago, but you have no wound or scar. Does it mean you have some kind of mystical art?"
Song Yan feigned calm, remaining speechless. If he kept a low profile, he would be unable to gain Fame points; but if he kept a high profile, more people would be suspicious of his great changes. What should he do? He was very distressed about that problem.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are able to cure yourself in a short time. I wonder whether it applies to others as well," she continued.
"So what?" he asked.
"Hah, so you admit it! You must be able to cure others as well," she said, giving him a cunning smile.
It was not until now that he realized she had been fishing for information. Thinking about this, he was a little annoyed by himself — why was he so stupid?
Her voice sounded in the room again. "There are only a few people with mystical arts in this world. Among the 10 billion people, there are no more than 10 thousand who have mystical arts. More important, no one is able to cure people in such a short time like you. If the organizations know about your mystical art, they will try every means to make you one of them."
"What if I refuse them?" he asked.
"You are too weak to say no to them. As long as they want to do that, they have thousands of ways to force you to do as they say. Of course, they may kill you if you say no."
Her words came as a great surprise to him as he asked, "Really? Does my mystical art mean so much to them?"
"Of course!" She nodded and continued, "You may have not realized how powerful your mystical art is. Let me give you an example. In the Dark World, there are many strong killers who are injured. With your mystical skill, they are able to be cured in a short time, and the power of the Dark World will be greatly enhanced in a short time. Meanwhile, there are also many injured people in other organizations. If you cure them, their power will be greatly enhanced as well. They want you to serve for them, instead of others. If you refuse them, they would rather kill you. Do you get my point now?"
It suddenly dawned on him, and he realized that he was in a difficult position now.
"What should I do?" he murmured.
After a long pause, she suggested, "Walls have ears. Your mystical art will be exposed sooner or later. You'd better be prepared as soon as possible. I think you may cover it up with medical skill."
His eyes lit up as he nodded heavily. "It is a great idea."
At this time, she gave a single, choked cry as her brow furrowed, her face pale as death.
"Are you all right?" he asked with a look of deep concern.
"I haven't recovered from last time's injury, and I got new wounds when killing Hans. I am so weak right this instant that you can kill me easily," she said in a low voice.
"I said, I'm not as cruel as you are!" he snorted, walking over to her in an attempt to cure her with the Light of Life.
All of a sudden, he realized that he had been led by the nose all this while. What if she was pretending to be weak so that he would cure her? He couldn't help but sigh, "Are you beautiful girls so smart? Xiang Feifei and Bloody Rose are both beautiful and cunning."
Thinking about this, he let his eyes settle upon her boobs and said in a serious tone. "My mystical art is very special. I have to put my hand right above your heart to cure you. Are you willing to let me cure you?"
"Right above my heart? You mean…" She cast a cold glance at him, but the latter looked back at her, with no fear in his eyes.