Han Mo said faintly, "As expected."
Seeing Han Mo asking for the specific characteristics of the patient, Bai Xi immediately said, "A'mo, do you already know what kind of poison it is?"
Han Mo replied truthfully, "When I had contact with the Kui Hall before, I noticed that the hall master of Kui Hall liked to reference existing viruses when developing poisons. The last time in Shangyang, he referenced rabies. This time, he should have referenced hemorrhagic fever and Ebola."
Bai Xi frowned slightly.
Although she was not studying medicine, she knew that these were two terrible viruses. The mortality rate of hemorrhagic fever was about fifteen percent, and even more terrifying was Ebola, with a mortality rate as high as ninety percent.
The poison developed from these two viruses must also be terrifying.
Before she could speak, the man who led them over immediately said, "Doctor Han, since you know what viruses he referenced, can you save them?"
Han Mo said faintly, "I still need to see the patient's condition."
The man immediately nodded, understanding, "Yes, yes, yes, doctor, please go and see quickly."
Previously, he had only respected Bai Xi and completely ignored Han Mo. Now, seeing Han Mo's superb medical skills, being able to roughly know the symptoms just by hearing the situation, he naturally felt admiration for him.
The rules of the Dark Department were simple: the stronger you were, the more capable you were, the more respect you received.
The man stepped forward and opened the door to Shen Mingxun's room.
The moment the door opened, a strong smell of blood wafted out.
Inside the room, a bloody figure lay weakly on the bed, covered in blood. His long face was completely obscured by fresh blood, and his features were no longer clear. He was also bleeding from his body, with some of it slowly seeping through his clothes.
If not for the faint, almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought that the person lying there was merely a corpse in a tragic state.
The man suddenly rushed over and shouted, "Commander Shen!"
The moment he heard the voice, the person on the bed moved slightly and said in a difficult, angry voice, "Deng Xiao, why are you here? Get out, get out!"
As soon as the words fell, a sharp sound rang out in Bai Xi's mind, and at the same time, a woman's voice echoed, "...I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Get out, get out!"
This voice was not one of resentment, but rather... concern, fear. She wanted that man to leave because she knew someone was ambushing here, wanting his life!
It was that woman's voice again...
She didn't truly hate that man; she wanted to save him. In her heart, that man must be very important to her!
The previous times she had heard the woman's voice, she thought it was her hallucination, a figment of her imagination. But with all the things she had encountered these past few days: these recurring scenes, the face in the scenes that resembled hers, and the ancient corpse that died three hundred years ago, her brother's mention of three hundred years ago...
And the name she hadn't heard clearly before, but heard clearly today: "Han Mo!"
Could it be that the woman she saw in her hallucinations had something to do with her?
Thinking of this, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.
The surroundings turned into chaos, as if falling into a dark sea of stars.
Just then, a red figure slowly approached.
It was a young girl wearing an ancient-style long dress, a fiery red long dress that made her skin as fair as snow and frost. She approached gracefully, her eyes as clear and pure as moonlight, calm and serene.
As she walked closer, Bai Xi saw her face clearly.
It was none other than the young girl she had seen in the tomb: "Who are you?"
The girl looked at her, her gaze softening slightly, and said faintly, "I am you, and you are me!"
Hearing the girl say this, Bai Xi's pupils unconsciously contracted, "You are me?"
The girl nodded, "I am you, and I am not you. The reason I can appear before you now is because you have begun to doubt the relationship between us. If we must define it, then it can only be said... I am the you of the previous life."
Bai Xi knitted her brows.
The you of the previous life... what did that mean?
She had heard of reincarnation, but she had always thought it was something illusory. She never expected that... there would be a day like this. Someone stood opposite her and told her that she was her past life.
That wasn't right. If she was her past life, then the two of them should be a common entity, the same soul. How could they face each other like this? This felt more like schizophrenia!
"I am who I am. As for you saying you are my past life, how can you prove it?"
The woman smiled slightly, "Actually, I'm not exactly the you of the previous life. It's just... a spiritual body that has gradually extended from the memories of your previous life. You are different from ordinary people."
Bai Xi frowned, becoming more confused about what the girl before her meant.
The girl shook her head slightly, her eyes gentle, "In your previous life, you were destined to be the most noble existence, which is also the fundamental reason why you became the strongest among the younger generation. However... your spiritual pearl was tarnished, leading to decline. But before you died, you vowed not to be human in your next life, nor to remember the suffering of this life, so you sealed your memories yourself. And I am your spirit, now holding all the memories of your previous life."
Bai Xi roughly understood, but still found it somewhat incredible.
But if past and present lives could appear, such things happening wouldn't be particularly strange.
Moreover, even now, her speed was not something ordinary people could match.
Han Rui's mind-reading ability, her brother's foresight, Xuan Feng's senses that were as acute as an animal's and his ability to communicate with wolves, could only say... the world was full of wonders.
Looking at the girl before her, whom she could not ignore, she slowly accepted this not-so-scientific setting of the new century.
The girl hesitated for a second and said, "Do you regret sealing your memories now? If you need them, I can return them to you."
Bai Xi said faintly, "No need."
The scenes from the illusion flashed through her mind again: the red-clothed girl in the illusion had a carefree childhood and a loving father and brother.
She remembered the woman in red standing there, watching the man she loved be with someone else, while she could only watch them embrace with a sense of desolation.
She remembered the woman being bound by eight chains, unable to move, unable to live, unable to die.
She recalled a young man in white appearing before the red-clothed woman with a pile of severed heads, and the owners of those heads were those who had loved her the most. She screamed hoarsely, in pain and despair!
Finally, she died in the arms of the man she had once admired, but had never even had the chance to confess her love to.
There were happy memories, but more were filled with pain, and there was no need to recall them.
More importantly... whether the memories were of pain or sweetness, the people associated with them... had long been washed away in the torrent of time. Since that was the case, why should she... pursue them relentlessly?
"You are still you, making the same choice." The girl's face was first full of smiles, then she gently knitted her brows and said seriously, "Actually, I appeared this time not only because you guessed the relationship between you and the woman in the coffin, but also for another matter... a very important matter!"