Reanimation (1)

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

Coldblood Thirteen!

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

Lets 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 couldnt 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.

Im 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 youre stealing his ring.

However, Coldblood Thirteens ring is the best among all ours, why the almost decent?

Coldblood Five didnt know that Ye Lang wouldnt 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 didnt like Coldblood Thirteens 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 Thirteens hand, struggling to pull off the ring.

What will you get from that ring? And you cant use it, you cant even get it off, Coldblood Five appeared next to Ye Lang. The ring was still too big for both of them.

Space rings werent stackable either, or itd wreck chaos within space and time. Hence, this ring couldnt be kept in another space ring.

Dont you know? Space rings can grow and shrink, automatically suiting the users hand, Ye Lang slipped his arm into the ring. The ring shrank immediately.

Coldblood Five fell silent. She knew, but she didnt know it could make this big of a change.

Lets see how he died. He shouldve 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 alchemists own thoughts and speculations.

Hence, their experimental log would always be kept in their space or somewhere secret. Places people wouldnt find-- at least while they were still alive.

All these arent important when youre dead. The contract with your space will vanish, and other people will be able to access your things.

Still, to prevent this from happening, i.e. having enemies access your lifes work after killing you, many alchemists would use different methods of hiding their logs.

Thank god Coldblood Thirteen didnt think that was necessary. His journal was conveniently in his space ring. Ye Lang was lucky.

Ye Lang pulled the journal out of the space ring. The book was still regular-sized. Although the ring shrank, the objects didnt.

Ye Lang stared at the gigantic book, thought for a moment, then turned to Coldblood Five: Little Five, help me turn the pages.

Hmmph! Coldblood Five grunted, ignoring Ye Lang.

Do you want to get us big again? he asked convincingly. He knew it had the strongest persuading power.

Very much! she grunted again, but she still approached to open the book.

As he watched Coldblood Five open the book, Ye Lang couldnt help but say, Little Five, I didnt know you were cute too!

Picture this. A girl of barely twenty centimetres flipping open a book taller than her. Even with a cold person like Coldblood Five, it was still adorable.

Read. Stop your nonsense! Coldblood Five lashed.

Flip to the last page, Ye Lang was used to her tone, so he didnt take anything to heart.

She continued to flip the pages, asking, Why the last page?

Stupid, its so we know when he died, Ye Lang responded, annoyed.

Coldblood Five had a strong urge to punch him. She couldnt believe she was being lectured by an idiot. Unfortunately, the idiot made sense. Once they saw the date of the last entry, then theyd know when Coldblood Thirteen died.

From the journal, its been seven days! Ye Lang read the log, deep in thought.

Oh, hes been dead for seven days! Coldblood Five looked at Coldblood Thirteen with a complicated expression, either pity or grief.

No, he was incapacitated seven days ago. He didnt die. A more accurate point of death is three days ago, said Ye Lang, shaking his head.

?! Coldblood Five looked at him, bewildered.

He was incapacitated seven days ago. If someone came to save him, hed probably survive. He didnt have an assistant or supervisors, so he didnt even have a last chance, Ye Lang looked at Coldblood Thirteen with pity.

Alchemists usually have assistants or partners. They werent only for companionship, but more importantly to have someone to help them when theres an accident.

Oh, Coldblood Five seemed to have understood a little.

The truth was not far from Ye Langs speculations. Coldblood Thirteens laboratory did have an accident, not a fatal one nor did he think it was serious. Unfortunately, he was paralyzed because of this small accident, and he could only await death, quietly.

Like what Ye Lang said, if someone found him, hed definitely been saved!!