The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I'm a Madman, What Do I Have to Fear?

The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I'm a Lunatic, What Have I Got to Fear? I'm a retired fighter from a psychiatric hospital. While flipping through The Grave Robbers' Chronicles, my fingertip brushed against a bloodstain on the corner of the book. When I opened my eyes again, I'd crash-landed in the Lu Palace, right into Black Glasses' arms. I went straight for his abs. “Eight soft packs. Next time I'll feel for your V-lines. How about we use a move for dislocating a zombie's joints?” He grabbed my wrist and smiled, but his eyes were cold. “You escape from the hospital?” Wu Xie leaned over and muttered, “Crazy and good at fighting. Is she a plant?” I poked him in the chest. “Have a taste of this milky fragrance, and I'll teach you how to dodge zombies!” He ducked behind Zhang Qiling. Little Brother gripped his knife so tightly his knuckles turned white. I heard the two of them say, “Keep her close and watch her. Don't let her mess things up.” Before they could question me, I hoisted Wu Xie over my shoulder and ran. He yelled, “She's crazy!” Behind us, Zhang Qiling's scabbard scraped against the tomb walls as he gave chase, but he never really struck me. He was afraid of hurting the naive Wu Xie, and even more afraid I'd get lost. Black Glasses laughed at me for carrying people like sacks of sand. I grabbed Xie Yuchen and ran off too. Little Flower didn't fight me, and Black Glasses chased after us, yelling, “You dare touch someone from the Xie family?” He squeezed my wrist hard enough to leave a red mark, but then eased his grip. In the end, the two of them pinned me against a stone wall. I rubbed Little Brother's fingers used for robbing tombs. “Let me feel your hand, and I'll teach you a fighting move!” His fingertips stiffened. Then I turned and tugged at Black Glasses' belt. “How about I feel your abs instead?” He grabbed my collar and laughed. “You've got guts.” Later, I tricked Wu Xie into examining a cup of instant noodles, while Zhang Qiling quietly blocked the zombies. I dragged Little Flower off to learn opera, and Black Glasses cut in, “I'll teach you to do a somersault.” They'd already gone from “keep an eye on the lunatic” to “what if a zombie scratches her?” I'm a lunatic. What have I got to fear?