Chapter 162 - Reanimation 1 (1/2)

Reanimation (1)

“...Who?” Coldblood Five asked, but quickly remembered there was only one other person apart from the both.

“Coldblood Thirteen!”

That’s right, it was Coldblood Thirteen. Ye Lang stopped at the hole because he saw Coldblood Thirteen sprawled across the ground like he was dead.

“Let’s check!” Coldblood Five said calmly, then move over in a flash. She was probably faster than a regular, running human.

When she reached Coldblood Thirteen, Coldblood Five reached out a small hand (a literally tiny hand) to check for a pulse.

“So? Any pulse?” Ye Lang approached slowly.

“None!” Coldblood Five put down her hand, a little disappointed. She was only disappointed, not sad. Disappointed because she couldn’t get a person to solve her problem.

“Oh,” Ye Lang suddenly switched direction. He was originally running towards the head, but now he was going to the hips.

“??? What are you doing?” Coldblood Five saw him change direction, puzzled.

“I’m going to get his ring. I remember he had an almost decent space ring,” Ye Lang shouted without turning, then continue to run. Coldblood Five fell silent, privately cursing. You have no shame, you just knew he was dead and now you’re stealing his ring.

However, Coldblood Thirteen’s ring is the best among all ours, why the ‘almost decent’?

Coldblood Five didn’t know that Ye Lang wouldn’t ever like a ring like this. His own ring was so much better, but it was much rarer too. The rings regular people had were very normal, with a much smaller volume.

Even a distinguished group like the Coldblood Group could only get the regular space rings. Only the Coldblood Thirteen Eagles could have them, the rest had to find their own.

Ye Lang didn’t like Coldblood Thirteen’s ring that much, but he was interested in the things kept within the space ring. Perhaps he secretly kept alchemy reference books or materials in it.

“Found it!” Ye Lang climbed up Coldblood Thirteen’s hand, struggling to pull off the ring.

“What will you get from that ring? And you can’t use it, you can’t even get it off,” Coldblood Five appeared next to Ye Lang. The ring was still too big for both of them.

Space rings weren’t stackable either, or it’d wreck chaos within space and time. Hence, this ring couldn’t be kept in another space ring.

“Don’t you know? Space rings can grow and shrink, automatically suiting the user’s hand,” Ye Lang slipped his arm into the ring. The ring shrank immediately.

Coldblood Five fell silent. She knew, but she didn’t know it could make this big of a change.

“Let’s see how he died. He should’ve written it in his experimental log,” he said while searching for the log. It was something any alchemist would do, including Ye Lang.

They would record their experimental procedures in the log. More detailed logs also included the alchemist’s own thoughts and speculations.

Hence, their experimental log would always be kept in their space or somewhere secret. Places people wouldn’t find-- at least while they were still alive.

All these aren’t important when you’re dead. The contract with your space will vanish, and other people will be able to access your things.