<h4>Chapter 1690: I Can’t See, I Can’t Feel</h4>


    The threads were very thin yet tough. Ning Shu wondered where Zhang Jiasen had got it. If Zhang Jiasen had gotten it from the original host that he possessed, then that person was also a suspect.


    Zhang Jiasen used the thread against her.


    She knew that Zhang Jiasen would take revenge and try to take advantage of the situation to kill her.


    As Ning Shu took the threads out, blood poured out in a stream. Fortunately, she had exchanged for medicine before entering the task world.


    Ning Shu sprinkled the powder on the wound and wrapped it with gauze. Both her hands were injured, so it was really hard to wrap the gauze.


    Creak. The door of the room next to the living room opened and Xiao Lan came out, feeling her way across the wall. She sniffed using her nose, then asked, “You’re hurt?”


    When Ning Shu nodded in reply, she reached out and touched the edge of the table. She sat down, asking, “How did you get hurt? Were you the only one?”


    Ning Shu watched as Xiao Lan looked straight at one ce. Her eyes were unfocused. She was obviously talking to her, but she looked the other way.


    “There was another one that died.” Ning Shu observed Xiao Lan’s expression.


    Xiao Lan just pressed her lips together. She was so calm that Ning Shu couldn’t help but ask, “You’re not afraid?”


    Xiao Lan shook her head. “I can’t see, I can’t feel. I can’t see the good in the world. This means I’m also cut off from the things that scare me.”


    “I know someone died, but I don’t feel scared.” Xiao Lan said honestly.


    Ning Shu didn’t know what to say. Xiao Lan couldn’t see, so she didn’t even know how many people there were. Even if a person or two were missing she wouldn’t feel anything. But with so many deaths urring in this house, it was hard to not be afraid.


    Ning Shu took the anti-inmmatory medicine. She was worried she would get tetanus.


    Xiao Lan asked Ning Shu, “Are you hurt badly?”


    “It’s fine. I won’t die,” Ning Shu said without much concern.


    “Grandma told me to ask you all to leave tomorrow. She believes that you guys have attracted evil and it won’t stop until you’re dead. We’ll get caught up in it as well,” Xiao Lan said.


    Ning Shu pressed her lips together without saying anything.


    The cold wind outside was blowing even more rampant. It was whistling through the door and walls and into the house. She felt chilled to the bone.


    Ning Shu saw how little Xiao Lan was wearing and said, “Go to sleep. It’s quite cold.”


    “Thanks.” Xiao Lan stood up and held out a fumbling hand.


    “Didn’t you go to the hospital to get your eyes looked at?” Ning Shu asked.


    Xiao Lan touched the wall and said, “The family had no money.”


    Ning Shu looked at the yellow rosewood table. This thing was worth a lot of money and this wasn’t the ce of origin of yellow rosewood. The pieces of yellow rosewood that were put together as a table were probably from a tree that was a hundred years old.


    There was seriously something off about this pair of grandmother and granddaughter.


    Selling this desk would be enough for them to make a trip to the hospital.


    Ning Shu changed the medicine twice. It was quite cold in the living room. Mei Ziqing was dead and there was no one to talk to.


    Ning Shu took two stools and put them together. She sat on the stools and started practicing the Unsurpassable Martial Arts.


    If she had put up just a little resistance just now, she wouldn’t have been strangled by Zhang Jiasen. She would’ve been able to withstand the kick from him. It was important to have the ability to defend herself.


    The uncle wiped people out mercilessly with his gun. He wouldn’t even listen to a word of exnation. She was weak and didn’t have enough power. The other party naturally felt no need to listen to the exnations of an insignificant ant.


    Editor: Kai


    Trantor: Kaho