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Mark carried Albert for a few steps, then suddenly stopped and put Albert back on the ground.

The stream gurgled, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Albert leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently. He felt dizzy, and the world in front of him began to blur.

He looked up at Mark, but found that Mark was looking at him with cold eyes and expressionless face.

This look made Albert feel a palpitation, and he instinctively felt a hint of danger.

Mark condensed a dagger in his palm, and the dagger flashed coldly in the sun.

Albert looked at the dagger in Mark's hand in horror, and subconsciously shrank back. He wanted to speak, but found that his throat was dry and he couldn't make any sound. Fear surged into his heart like a tide, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Albert finally squeezed out a sentence, his voice trembling, with a trace of fear that was difficult to conceal.

Mark didn't answer, but squatted down and cut Albert's trouser leg with a dagger. The sharp blade cut through the cloth, making a slight tearing sound. Albert's calf was exposed, with a deep wound on it, and it was bleeding continuously. The blood flowed down the calf, dyeing the surrounding soil and grass red.

Albert looked at his wound, and then looked at the dagger in Mark's hand, his eyes full of fear and confusion. He didn't understand why Mark did this.

Mark tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, his movements rough and fast. The edges of the cloth were jagged, with a rough texture. He wrapped the cloth around the wound on Albert's leg, his movements were rough but very skillful. The cloth tied the wound tightly, effectively stopping the bleeding.

After treating the wound, Mark carried Albert on his shoulder again and continued to walk out of the valley. His steps were still steady and powerful, as if he couldn't feel Albert's weight.

Albert lay on Mark's shoulder, secretly looking at Mark's expression. He found that Mark still had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, like a sculpture, without a trace of temperature. This cold look made Albert feel even more uneasy. He felt an unprecedented fear, which was even stronger than when facing the behemoth.

He held Mark's clothes tightly, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. He didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Mark, or rather, angering Mark. The wind blew through the valley, and the leaves rustled. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground. The birds sang happily on the branches, and everything seemed so peaceful, but so weird.

Albert's heart was full of fear and doubt. He didn't know where Mark was going to take him, nor what would happen next. He could only hold Mark's clothes tightly and hand his fate to this friend who had become strange and dangerous.

"Put...put me down..." Albert finally mustered up the courage and said in a weak voice. His voice was hoarse and trembling.

Mark stopped and looked down at Albert. His black pupils looked particularly strange in the sunlight, like two obsidians, flashing with cold light.

"Quiet." Mark whispered, his tone cold and unquestionable. His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, harsh and unpleasant.

Albert didn't dare to speak anymore, he could only close his mouth tightly, burying all his fears and uneasiness in his heart. He felt his body trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was fear or excessive blood loss.

Mark took another step and continued to walk out of the valley. His steps were still steady and powerful, as if he was not affected by anything.

Albert lay on Mark's shoulder, feeling the ups and downs of Mark's body and listening to Mark's steady heartbeat. He felt dizzy and the world in front of him began to blur. He didn't know how long he could hold on, nor did he know what his fate would be.

"Cold..." Albert said weakly, his voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, almost inaudible.

Mark ignored Albert's whisper and continued to move forward. His steps were firm and powerful, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

"Mark..." Albert shouted again, his voice slightly louder than before, with a hint of pleading. Mark still ignored him, but quickened his pace. His figure looked particularly tall in the sun, like a giant, leading Albert to an unknown future.

"Mark..." Albert's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the wind of the valley.

"We're here." Mark stopped and put Albert on the ground.

Albert slumped on the ground weakly, and the wound on his leg made him tingle. He looked up and saw that there was a dense forest around him. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows on the ground. He looked around, but there were only trees and trees, and he couldn't see the direction at all.

"Where is this?" Albert's voice was hoarse and weak. Mark didn't answer, but turned and walked deep into the woods.