In the secret passage of the illusory sound.

Bradley held Freya and ran wildly as if he had going mad.

"Freya, I command you to open your eyes right now."

His voice was hoarse and frightening, his pupils turned crimson, and his thin lips cracked from lack of water.

In addition, being in a state of rapid running, his handsome face was covered with hot sweat, falling crystal-clear droplets on Freya's face.

Perhaps it was the sudden temperature change or Bradley's voice that awakened her, but Freya, who was in a coma, slowly opened her eyes.

But she was too weak, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't speak.

Bradley saw her wake up, his face filled with delight, gently kissed her pale little face, "Think about our child, think about me, don't sleep, I beg you."

His voice was choked with tears, and layers of mist filled his eyes.

During the moment when Freya fell into a coma, it scared him. His whole heart felt dull pain as if he had lost the entire world. Even all his thoughts in his brain ceased to exist, only wanting to accompany her in her descent. But when he thought of their child, Bradley clenched his teeth and persevered, constantly talking to her along the way. "Bradley, don't worry about me, you... go quickly." The waves of numbing sensation swiftly attacked. Although she was conscious, her heart and lungs couldn't bear this pressure, with waves of sweetness continuously surged out. Freya , in order not to worry the man, forcibly endured it. But the voice did not stop, each wave stronger than the previous ying, finally she couldn't control it anymore, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood. Bradley was extremely anxious, reaching for the silver needle at her waist, his voice hoarse, "Tell me where to insert the needle, I'll help you." At this point, he was out of options. The secret passage was deep and bottomless, they had stayed here for too long, and if they continued, their hearts would definitely not be able to bear it. Freya's eyelids were heavy, but she had been forcibly suppressing the urge to rest, she smiled faintly, "Don't waste your effort, you don't understand acupuncture, it's impossible to find the precise location."

"Even if I don't understand, I still want to give it a try. Even if it means you may permanently lose your hearing, I cannot allow myself to lose you." The man's voice became increasingly hoarse, he could now hear nothing but could understand what she was saying from her lip movements. However, due to nervousness, his hand holding the silver needle was shaking violently. He knew the consequences of his actions, but he couldn't accept the fact that she would leave him forever. Therefore, no matter if he succeeds or not, he must try his best. Freya also knew there was no other way. She wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't bear to leave the man in front of her and the child. With all her remaining strength, she slowly raised her hand, using her sense to point to the acupoint on herself, "Right here." Bradley stared fixedly at that spot, slowly moving the silver needle closer. As long as he hit the right spot, Freya wouldn't have to endure the torment of these auditory hallucinations, and they could leave here safely. As the silver needle got closer and closer, his hand trembled even more fiercely.

Stop right before the acupoint location, the cold sweat on his forehead flowed even more urgently.

No, he couldn't focus at all, and his hand was used to holding guns and knives, never a delicate embroidery needle like this.

The key was that Freya's finger position was quite special, surrounded by blood vessels. If he accidentally pricked the wrong spot, he feared it would lead to greater danger.

Perhaps sensing his trembling, Freya's other hand landed on his back, lifting him up.

"Don't be afraid, I entrust myself to you. You have to believe you can do it."

Even if he pricked the wrong spot, she wouldn't blame him.

Dying in the arms of the man she loved would also be a kind of happiness.

Bradley worried that he might be seeing things wrong, his eyes widening. From Freya's perspective, ying could clearly see the network of red blood vessels inside.

She was well aware of the pressure this man was under, his heart undoubtedly filled with guilt and self-blame, as well as a deep sense of helplessness.

"Relax first, don't be nervous..."

"I will guide you. Just follow the position of my finger and pierce it."

"Yes, like this..."

Freya held his hand, soothing his emotions with a weak voice.

Soon, a stinging sensation spread across the skin.

Feeling the pain from the acupoint, she took a deep breath, increased the force, and slowly pushed the silver needle in.

"Hiss~"

The intense pain came, causing her to involuntarily gasp.

Bradley thought he had made a mistake, sweating profusely in anxiety, "Does it hurt there?"

"It's okay, just slightly off the position, pierced a blood vessel."

Seeing Freya's lips, Bradley's gaze shifted to the silver needle. A thin stream of blood flowed down, leaving a bloodstain on Freya's pale face.

Immediately he panicked and quickly pulled out the silver needle, but a spray of blood splattered directly onto his handsome face.

Fortunately, the silver needle didn't pierce too deeply, and the bleeding stopped after a while.

Just when Freya thought the acupuncture had failed, the piercing sharp sound gradually diminished.

So...

It's like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, even though the needle was off target, did it still make her lose her hearing?

As the surrounding voices fell silent, the splitting headache gradually disappeared.

Until the entire world lost its sound, the tears in her eyes couldn't hold back anymore, and she hugged the man tightly.

...

After Yin Yi emerged from the Dark Abyss Cave, he had been guarding outside the secret passage.

Initially, there were some noises coming from inside, but now it was silent.

Could it be that those two really couldn't hold on and died?

Just as she was about to go in from the exit to check the situation, a shadow suddenly rushed out from inside and hit her face hard with a punch.

The speed was too fast, and ying hadn't even reacted yet before being knocked out.

When she recovered, her pupils shrank sharply when she saw the other person's face.

There was a surge of ecstasy and unwillingness in her heart, as if she had knocked over a bottle of mixed flavors.

She was happy that this man was not dead.

But she was unwilling, as Freya was also unscathed.

ying clenched her fist, got up, and prepared to attack.

Even if these two did not die, they must be under considerable pressure in the secret passage, this was the time when their energy and strength were at their lowest.

But just as she was about to fight back, Bradley took the initiative to attack.

This man's skills have always been at their peak, even if he is seriously injured, ying (Oneng) is still not his match.

Therefore, ying does not want to get too involved with Bradley, her true target is Freya.

Seeing her pale face, with colorful bloodstains on her body, it is obvious that she is very weak.

ying flashes past, the star-shaped hidden weapon in her hand flies out, about to stab at Freya's heart, but is intercepted by Bradley.

"ying..."