Zhao Yingkong suddenly held out her hand.

Zheng Zha paused, suddenly recalling the tactics used by the military in old movies: to prevent wound infection without disinfectant, they would cauterize the wound with gunpowder, achieving both sterilization and hemostasis.

"But isn't there liquor here? And the hemostatic spray should be able to sterilize too. We shouldn't need such a barbaric method, right?" Zheng Zha quickly protested.

Zhao Yingkong's hand remained extended. She shook her head and said, "This is a wound from a werewolf bite; it’s definitely contaminated with the virus. Ordinary liquor won't sterilize it completely... Bullets."

Facing Zhao Yingkong, Zheng Zha felt a profound sense of helplessness. This young girl's expression was so placid, as if she utterly disregarded pain or the line between life and death. Earlier, while cutting away the purplish-black shredded flesh, she hadn't even blinked. Forget a teenage girl—even a man in his thirties would likely be in agony, yet she remained so coolly detached. That very composure inspired Zheng Zha’s deep admiration.

Resigned, he retrieved several ordinary bullets from his dimensional ring. After taking them, without Zheng Zha seeing how her fingers moved, Zhao Yingkong deftly popped the casing open with a flick. She then evenly shook the gunpowder onto the wound on her shoulder. Once all the gunpowder from the few bullets was dispersed, she drew out the Ming Huo Zhi Ya (Tooth of the Nether Fire) and brought it close to her shoulder.

"Hiss!" Where the gunpowder met the flame, it instantly erupted in a fierce blaze. The fire was quick to ignite and quick to die, lasting only a moment. The still-bleeding shoulder was instantly charred black, and Zhao Yingkong had already fainted from the pain. Sweat beaded on her pale, beautiful little face like crystalline droplets. Seeing this sight filled Zheng Zha with immense pity.

He sighed, twisted open the bottle of liquor, and gently poured it over her shoulder. The icy liquid shocked Zhao Yingkong awake. She merely gave Zheng Zha a faint glance. This aloof little girl allowed him to continue cleaning the wound without protest. Usually so distant and unapproachable, she now exuded a pitiable aura that stirred deep sympathy.

By the time Zheng Zha finished bandaging her shoulder, Zhao Yingkong was already deeply asleep. This assassin girl, who killed as easily as mowing grass and was as cold as ice, looked incredibly innocent in slumber. Her slightly pursed lips and chin, still carrying a touch of baby fat, made her seem just like a little sister next door.

Zheng Zha had no choice but to carry Zhao Yingkong back to the clock tower management room. Upon entering, he found nearly everyone deep in sleep. Only Zero Point, Zhang Jie, O’Connell, and a few others had their eyes open alertly; the rest were soundly asleep. After the battle in the museum, followed by the long sprint back to the tower, anyone would feel exhausted; sleeping was undoubtedly the best recovery method.

"Alright... sleep peacefully for now, and then we will escape this alive!" When Zheng Zha woke, it was already evening. However, he wasn't the first to wake up. As he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Heng fiddling with a longbow; the twang of the bowstring was what roused him.

Seeing Zheng Zha awake, Zhang Heng offered a slightly apologetic smile. "Sorry, did I wake you up?... Want to sleep a bit longer?" Zheng Zha looked around and asked curiously, "Where are Zero Point and Zhang Jie? I don't see them." Zhang Heng smiled, "They went up to the roof. Zero Point said he needed to check the distribution of the mummy guards below, and Zhang Jie went along to protect him... Really, don't you need more rest?" Zheng Zha shook his head. He glanced at the sleeping figures around him; most were actually awake but keeping their eyes closed to conserve energy, or perhaps unwilling to rise so early to face reality. After all, soon they would have to confront the nightmare ghosts, the mummy guards, or the pursuit by the Imhotep squad—their survival no longer in their own hands.

"A bow? Zhang Heng, did you make that bow yourself?" Zheng Zha suddenly became interested in this young man named Zhang Heng. Earlier, when Xiao Honglv was asking for weapons, he had requested one for Zhang Heng in addition to himself, excluding the other two newcomers—this alone had been enough to draw Zheng Zha’s attention. Now, seeing him suddenly producing a longbow only deepened Zheng Zha’s curiosity.

Zhang Heng gave a slightly shy smile. "This is a genuine English longbow, made of hardwood. How could I make it by hand? When O’Connell and I went to the black market earlier, I happened to see this bow. The merchant seemed to be selling it as an antique, so I had O’Connell buy it. The merchant even threw in a few arrows, hehe... This is the first time I'm using a longbow like this. I don't know what its actual power is, or if the accuracy is good enough..." As they spoke, Zero Point and Zhang Jie pushed open the door and walked in. Zero Point could move freely now, but the cold sweat dripping from his forehead suggested his chest was still causing severe pain. Zhang Jie’s eyes were bloodshot, and he kept rubbing his temples as he walked, appearing severely sleep-deprived.

Regardless, what was coming was inevitable. As Zero Point began detailing the layout of the mummy guards below, those who had been resting with closed eyes sat up, listening intently to his report. A moment later, Zero Point’s voice trailed off.

"...That's basically the situation. The entire plaza is surrounded by corpses, and the mummy guards are most concentrated in the directions leading to the Cairo city gate and the port. Especially towards the port, there are almost hundreds of mummy guards patrolling everywhere. If we head for the port, we'll encounter at least a hundred of them on the way, not counting the countless dead bodies..." "Wait a minute."

O’Connell suddenly interjected.

He then drew a circle on the ground with his finger, saying, "This is the plaza, where we are now. Heading east is the port, and here... heading west, there shouldn't be any mummy guards, right? There's a parking lot over there... Hahaha, you know what I mean, right? We grab a few cars there first, then drive toward the port. No matter how strong they are, those mummy guards can’t magically intercept speeding vehicles, can they? I’m only worried about that undead high priest, Imhotep. If he’s as terrifying as you say..." Zheng Zha murmured suddenly, "Imhotep seems to have only absorbed two people so far, right? Then... he can’t be in his complete form yet? Zhan Lan..." Zhan Lan quickly retrieved a small cage from the corner. Inside, a small black cat with glowing eyes was confined, looking quite adorable and seemingly having just woken up, continually washing its face with its paws. When Zhan Lan lifted it out of the cage, the little black cat immediately looked at the group with vigilance, while the group broke into happy smiles...

"Then let's go! Target: Escape from Cairo City!"