"Don't get excited, Abram, Xia won't—"

“Shut up, Bridge! Are your eyes rotten? This woman has no interest in you whatsoever, and you’re still defending her!” Abram snapped.

In the battle just now, the fate of two demon hunters from the Fighting Tower who were also his companions was unknown. How could he not be angry and fearful?

Bridget seemed to want to say something; his lips moved a few times, but in the end, he couldn't speak.

“I think we need an explanation,” the old witcher asked in a deep voice as he cut away the rotten flesh from his lower back.

His upper face had disappeared, his hair had turned gray, and his features would occasionally switch to one of the features of the previous faces, making him look very strange, especially when the woman's thin eyebrows and red lips appeared.

Li Qianxia looked at Yang Qinglan, who nodded slightly.

"That snake is my brother—"

"Ha!" Abram scoffed, his voice laced with fear. "The sister can turn into an owl, and the brother into a snake? Are you even human? Or have you been corrupted by an evil god—"

"Abram!" Insmey, who was treating Dancy, snapped, "Stay calm, Dancy isn't dead yet!"

“Mr. Endy is alive too.” The old nun was taking care of Endy.

The little nun looked at them in fear.

Abram gasped for breath, trying to calm himself down.

Li Qianxia glanced worriedly at Dansi and Endi, as well as Us, who was treating her heel.

Yang Qinglan fell into deep thought. Corrupted by an evil god? Did gods still exist in 1880? Or were they just powerful and bizarre demons?

If they really are gods, where have they gone in the past hundred years? (They couldn't possibly have survived to the modern era, otherwise, the one who would have been invincible in the first stage wouldn't be Li Changzhou; they would either be an evil god or a follower of an evil god.)

“You’ve misunderstood me,” Li Qianxia continued to explain. “That snake isn’t my brother’s; it’s his pet, or rather, his subordinate.”

The gasps of surprise from the crowd were palpable.

"Your brother keeps a monster as a pet? Don't tell me your brother is an Indian snake-raising demon and you're an Asian! Either you two aren't siblings!" Abram sneered angrily.

Even though she felt guilty, Li Qianxia felt helpless at this moment.

She spread her hands and said, "Could you please stop swearing and listen to my explanation?"

"Fine, tell me, what exactly happened?" Abram looked at her mockingly, as if to say, "Let's see what other stories you can come up with."

Li Qianxia pondered for a moment: "I don't know what's going on. Golden Crown is usually very well-behaved. It doesn't get angry when I feed it carrots."

"You!" Abram was about to start cursing again.

“It’s a penguin.” Yang Qinglan snapped out of her reverie about the ‘evil god’.

"They impersonated Xia's brother, and then they impersonated us in front of Golden Crown. Golden Crown must have been attacked by them in our likeness and learned its lesson, which is why it attacked us first, but—"

She pondered, "Golden Crown had come to believe we were real halfway through, so why did they suddenly launch another attack?"

"Don't worry about that!" Li Qianxia said. "I'll go back alone again. As long as I see my brother, everything will be fine!"

"No, we can't trust you anymore, now... cough cough cough!" Abram suddenly started coughing violently.

Not only Abram, but also Sivit, Bridge, Ince, Meus, the old Witcher, and the two nuns all started coughing.

The forest was filled with the sound of violent coughing.

The cough was accompanied by intense pain, and the physically weak Meus knelt down, his body convulsing.

"It's poison!" Li Qianxia glanced at them worriedly. "Lan, I'm going to find my brother!"

"Okay, go ahead." Yang Qinglan nodded.

Li Qianxia took off running towards the edge of the forest.

"No, cough cough, go!" Abram struggled to raise the silver sword.

"Abram, please believe me!" Li Qianxia said anxiously.

The poison they are given will not kill them immediately, but they will keep coughing until they cough themselves to death.

This poison is not inhaled, but rather infects the skin. Her brother and Yang Qinglan had planned to use it against players who possessed the Gospel or opponents who needed to chant spells.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The old witcher coughed as he took out medicine from his pouch.

Each cough caused a large amount of fresh blood to ooze from the wound on his lower back.

When he was taking the medicine, he coughed so badly he almost choked. After taking the medicine, the severity of his cough decreased, from coughing continuously to coughing once every three or four seconds.

Other witchers are also trying to save themselves.

"No, cough cough cough!" Abram slowly knelt down as well. With each cough, his whole body trembled, and a bit of strength slipped out of his mouth with each cough.

"Xia, ignore them and hurry up," Yang Qinglan said to Li Qianxia.

Li Qianxia nodded and ran out of the forest.

"Hiss~"

Everyone, including Li Qianxia who was about to speed up, looked toward the source of the sound.

On the left side of the forest, in the glow of the setting sun, the king cobra raised its upper body. Beside it, Li Changzhou stood with a slightly arrogant air, while Bi spread his arms and chuckled sinisterly.

"Brother?" Li Qianxia asked in confusion.

Yang Qinglan's expression changed as she saw a shadow cat washing its face with its hind legs in Bi's shadow.

“It’s a penguin!” she exclaimed, her eyes turning blue.

"Freeze!" "Bi" stretched out both hands.

As "Bi" flew backward, a terrifying chill spread from between her hands, and the chill rushed towards Li Qianxia.

Li Qianxia disappeared from the spot.

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