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After ten years in the apocalypse, Ling had stockpiled a pocket dimension full of supplies, but she still died.
When she opened her eyes again, she was inside a bronze coffin, with a man bearing a qilin tattoo lying beside her.
She reached out and touched his face. His soul-loss episodes stopped, and he fell quiet.
Later, all five men discovered the truth:
Her blood could keep them from going mad, going blind, crumbling apart, growing cold, or forgetting.
They fought to keep her locked at their sides.
She sat in the middle of the courtyard and looked at them one by one.
"Done arguing? I want all five of you. The courtyard is mine, and you belong to the courtyard."
If anyone tries to fight over me like I'm an object again, I'll lock myself in my pocket dimension and stay there for ten years.
