The car was engulfed in a deathly silence.

All the others had been sent by Lu Zhao to carry out the mission. On this dangerous road, the only one who could lead them to safety was Lu Zhao.

But now, this sole source of safety might turn into the greatest danger.

The man widened his eyes, watching Lu Zhao curl up in pain, and anxiously said, "Let him get off the car! Otherwise, we'll all be in danger!"

Lu Mingyin blurted out, "No!"

But she quickly realized that if Lu Zhao mutated, he had to get off the car for the safety of the people inside.

However, letting him get off the car now would be like pronouncing his death sentence.

Lu Mingyin was a decisive person, clean and efficient in her actions, which I had observed since yesterday.

But now she grabbed me, her eyes turning red, and asked, "Ayao, what should we do?"

I casually replied, "Don't worry, everyone has to die eventually."

Lu Mingyin stood there stunned, staring straight at me.

..." I couldn't help feeling a trace of guilt.

Although I had approached this sibling pair with ill intentions, but...

"He hasn't mutated." I looked at the front passenger seat. "Switch places with me."

I sat in the front passenger seat and saw Lu Zhao's left hand resting on the door—he must have wanted to open the door and get off, fearing that he would infect us if he truly mutated.

Unfortunately, the pain had drained all his strength, and he couldn't open the car door.

Lu Zhao lay with his eyes closed, his head on the steering wheel, only the motion of his breathing, no other reaction.

I watched for a while, then reached over and turned his head, stuffing a piece of candy into his mouth.

The last one I gave to him, what a waste.

Lu Mingyin's expression was indescribable. "Ayao, that's candy."

She probably thought there was something wrong with my brain.

I ignored her and kept staring at Lu Zhao, but after a long time, there was still no response.

...Was the candy too plain?

I felt somewhat unwilling, so I leaned closer, trying to see something from his face.

Lu Zhao's scorching breath brushed against my face, and up close, I could actually sense a familiar touch.

Just as I was about to get closer to see if this familiarity was an illusion—

Lu Zhao opened his eyes.

Cold, deep, and dangerous eyes, like the depths of the sea.