Chapter 2221: Medicine Shocks the World (6)
Chapter 2221: Chapter 2221: Medicine Shocks the World (6)
Chuzheng pressed the person back again, her eyes cold: "You want to die?"
This Good Person Card looks like a weakling.
With so many Demonic Beasts, if he goes over, his bones would be gone in no time.
"Stay here and wait."
Chuzheng took a deep breath, used Yin Xian to surround the coffin, calculating in her heart how fast she needed to be to get back here before her stamina ran out.
The young man still wanted to talk, but Chuzheng had already rushed out.
Leaving the effective range of the coffin, she couldn’t use the power within her body anymore, so Chuzheng could only rely on Yin Xian to clear a path.
The box the young man mentioned was still lying where the coffin had originally fallen, and Chuzheng grabbed the box and ran back.
The young man lay at the edge, staring intently at that side.
The roaring Demonic Beasts scrambled to pounce at the girl, and whether it was his illusion or not, her speed seemed slower than before.
Seeing the Demonic Beasts about to catch up with her, the young man couldn’t help but tightly purse his pale lips.
Tzzz-la——
Bang——
The Demonic Beasts collided with all sorts of ear-piercing sounds, one suddenly leapt up with a mountain-crushing posture, smashing toward the tiny figure in front.
Damn!
Chuzheng cursed silently, flipping Yin Xian to ensnare the beast’s leg, forcefully flinging it aside.
Chuzheng felt very frustrated.
Can’t you just stop chasing me?!
Am I more fragrant or something?
There are so many other survivors around, can’t you spread the love a bit?
Chuzheng knocked down a few Demonic Beasts, finally returning to the edge of the coffin, she tossed the box inside and grabbed the coffin to run.
The Demonic Beasts behind chased after her, howling.
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The bright moon hung high, shadowy trees swayed, and the chirping of insects orchestrated a symphony in the Night Color.
On a rugged path, a slender figure was tugging the coffin, slowly moving forward.
Behind her, everything was silent, no other movement.
Chuzheng stopped, turned her head to glance back.
She was now climbing a mountain, able to see the direction of Sunrise City.
Over there, flames flickered, and vaguely she could see the Demonic Beasts rising to the sky, gigantic shadows sliding across the moon.
Chuzheng propped herself against the coffin and exhaled a heavy breath.
The corner of her eye caught sight of the young man lying inside the coffin, eyes tightly closed.
Chuzheng: "..."
I’ve worked my ass off, and you’re still sleeping!
Even if you are a card, you’re a little excessive!
Chuzheng bypassed the young man’s head, reaching out to try to rouse him, but when she bent down she saw blood streaming across his forehead.
Chuzheng: "..."
Which damn thing attacked him halfway?
Chuzheng touched her chin, silently pondering for a moment, thinking something was not right.
If someone really attacked him, there’s no way she wouldn’t know.
Could it have been her collision?
The coffin interior is so flat, how could such an injury occur...
Chuzheng’s eyes caught sight of the box beside the young man, noticing one corner flipped over, prominently stained with blood.
Alright, the murder weapon has been found.
Chuzheng also remembered her previous action of tossing the box into the coffin.
Great, the culprit is found too.
Chuzheng clamped the young man’s neck in both hands, considering killing him first.
After all the leg crushing and head hitting, this card must be an idiot to forgive her.
[Miss, calm down, even if you kill the Good Person Card, rewind will still bring it back just like this!!]
King’s Account couldn’t help but roar.
Can’t our miss just be a decent person?!
Chuzheng regretfully withdrew her hand, dragged the coffin to the side, then jumped inside to help the young man.
The blood on his forehead was still flowing, Chuzheng found something to stop the bleeding and bandage him up.
[Hidden mission: Obtain a Jing Po Good Person Card, prevent the Good Person Card from blackening.]
Chuzheng: "..."
Before Chuzheng could express her opinion, the young man she was supporting suddenly appeared uneasy.
Even as his eyes remained closed, he seemed incredibly pained.
Under the moonlight, Chuzheng saw strange patterns crawling up the young man’s skin.
Those patterns gradually invaded the young man’s unblemished skin, exuding a sinister black aura.
Chuzheng was at a loss.
What is happening?
What am I supposed to do now?
"Box... box." The young man spoke with difficulty.
Box?
Chuzheng dragged the box over, but there was no opening, and it couldn’t be opened.
The young man started groaning in pain, his body curled into a ball.
"How do I open it?"
The young man clutched Chuzheng’s clothes, his head resting against her chest, sweat gradually soaking her clothes.
"Blood... my blood."
Chuzheng grabbed the young man’s hand without hesitation, cut it open, and pressed it to the box.
The box absorbed the young man’s blood, mechanical sounds softly rotated, then a seam appeared.
Chuzheng opened the box, finding many bottles and jars inside.
Chuzheng cradled the young man and asked, "Which one?"
The young man writhed in pain, the black patterns had already entirely covered his exposed skin.
"Gold... golden."
Golden?
Chuzheng didn’t see a golden bottle, but underneath, she found another layer at the bottom with a golden bottle.
Chuzheng uncorked the bottle, and inside was liquid...
"How much do I give?"
The young man no longer had strength to answer her.
Chuzheng could not care less, gripping the young man’s chin, pouring half the bottle down.
As the liquid went inside, the spreading black patterns visibly halted.
Then they began to recede, returning to a normal skin color.
The young man, due to the pain, curled up like a newborn, nestled in Chuzheng’s arms.
Chuzheng tossed the bottle back into the box, leaned against the coffin wall, and looked up at the bright moon above.
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The dark coffin was casually placed by the bushes, while beside, lush trees conveniently shielded the irritating sunlight.
The young man inside the coffin slowly awakened, clear eyes filled with bewilderment.
He held his head, supporting himself to sit up.
Where is this?
His head was aching...
Jing Po dared not make large movements, as they pulled on his head, causing pain with each throb.
After sitting up, Jing Po touched the coffin wall, remembering the coffin.
He looked towards his legs, already bandaged, braced with wood planks.
"Awake... What’s with your hair?"
Chuzheng’s head suddenly popped up, startling the young man who instantly shrank back.
Perhaps from aggravating the injury, the young man’s face turned pale, yet he uttered no sound, resembling a startled deer, eyes moistly gazed at the person who suddenly appeared.
Chuzheng reached out to lift a lock of his hair, the silver strands catching fragmented sunlight in her palm.
"Why is your hair white?"
It was clearly black before.
The young man snatched his hair back.
Not only had the color changed, but his hair had also grown significantly longer.
Previously only reaching his chest, now it extended beyond his waist... even longer.
A head full of silver-white hair spread out, accentuating the young man’s face further, resembling the elves living in forests seen in TV shows.
The young man hugged his knees, wet eyes fixed on her, remaining silent.
Chuzheng asked several times, but he did not answer.
Chuzheng leaned on the edge of the coffin: "Fine, if you don’t want to talk, let’s leave it. Eat something, don’t starve to death. It’s me who crushed your leg, I’ll take care of you for a while."