"If he wakes up and stabs you to death with a sword, what will you do?"

Gregory scratched his head, glanced at the chillingly gleaming sword, then looked at Hannah.

He felt that what Hannah said made a lot of sense, "Or should we take his sword away first?"

Hannah looked at him. "Will you take it?"

"It’s quite odd for a ’stranger’ to appear in the Blackwood Forest," and according to the estimation of time, the person must have entered the Blackwood Forest before them.

It seemed that he had also visited the White Mist.

In just a few seconds, Gregory made a decision; after all, he considered himself a man of bravery and masculinity.

He very righteously declared, "I’ll take it, I’ll take it!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves.

Hannah, holding her Jinlian, took two steps back.

Gregory turned his head. "Why are you standing so far away?"

Hannah raised her hand to shield the blinding sunlight, casually saying: "I’m afraid of being accidentally injured."

"Don’t you care about me at all?" Gregory covered his chest, looking hurt, "It’s all in vain that we have been through life and death together for so long."

"Aren’t you going to make a move?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Gregory took a deep breath and, with an expression of ’noble sacrifice,’ walked towards the black-robed "stranger."

The wind in daylight carried warmth, stirring the White Mist.

The White Mist rolled towards them, casting a faint layer, just enough to obscure the view.

Moments later, Hannah realized something.

She took two steps forward and pulled Gregory out of the White Mist.

"What happened, what happened?"

Gregory was still somewhat disoriented.

In the next second, a long sword emitting a cold light brushed past his cheek.

In the White Mist, there was a figure in a black robe and a pair of sharp eyes.

The long sword carried the momentum of cutting through the wind.

Gregory felt nothing but a black shadow whirling in front of him before Hannah pressed him down, bending him at the waist.

The man’s sword changed direction, aiming for Hannah’s throat.

He intended to end it with a single move. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

After a few moves, Gregory felt the world spinning; a push came from behind, and he crashed straight into a tree trunk.

He was not hurt, but he felt a bit nauseous.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

He waved his hands, his vision still spinning.

He could barely make out that Hannah was still confronting the man in the black robe.

Unlike before, the long sword had fallen into Hannah’s hands, pointing straight to the man’s throat.

The man was forced to tilt his head back, revealing an unusually pale neck and chin.

Hannah asked him, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

The man did not utter a word, as if he would rather be slaughtered than speak.

The entire face was hidden under the wide brim of his hat, like a spirit who practiced in the depths of the forest, one who shunned sunlight and human speech alike.

"Aren’t you afraid to die?"

Hannah surveyed the eyes hiding in the shadows.

Dark and deep, like White Mist shrouded in night.

Nothing could be understood.

Like a walking dead.

She slightly curled her lips, her voice faint, like a gentle breeze dispersing clouds, "If you’re not afraid of death, then go ahead and die."

She wasn’t very curious, to begin with.

For someone who wanted to kill her, of course, it would be best to eliminate them quickly.

"Wait!"

Gregory, who had finally regained his composure on the side, suddenly ran over, tripping and falling at Hannah’s feet.

Waving his hands, he shouted, "Don’t hurt him! If you have a problem, come at me!"

Hannah looked down. "Do you know him?"

Gregory rubbed his eyes. "Han... Hannah?"

Hannah frowned. "What’s wrong with you?"