"No, it's no use." The fake Mo Tian twisted his body, looking pained, and shook his head repeatedly. The surrounding black mist gradually dissipated, revealing black marks of varying thickness on his face, and his neck was bruised and deformed, his face pale and ugly.
"Huff, huff!" Even his breathing was so heavy it was uncomfortable to listen to. "You know me, I'm not an ordinary person, so my injuries can't be treated by ordinary methods..."
At this point, Mo Tian's teeth chattered, making a strange "gurgling" sound, and his whole body trembled violently, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Hua Motian, are you trying to drive me crazy?" Wan'er struggled to stand up, but she couldn't straighten her body. She could only hunch her back, lower her head, and look at the fake Motian with a sidelong glance. "As long as you tell me how to save you, I don't care if it costs me my life."
"Wan'er, no, how could I bear to sacrifice you to save me? But, ah! It hurts so much! No, if I boil you into a paste, my heart will break." The other person seemed very moved, and seemed to have unintentionally revealed the way to save her. "No, I can't be so selfish. Whether they save me or not doesn't matter, it's just that they..."
The other person's eyes flashed and shifted, realizing that he was hinting at something. So Wan'er followed his gaze to the left, but became even more uneasy.
Su Mei, Su Li, Qiao Mei, and even Liu Chang'an—their heads drooped, their faces obscured, all sitting on the ground. Only their general outlines and certain features allowed one to identify them.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that each of them was covered in wounds, their tattered clothes stained with blood, some of which had turned black...
"Didn't they all go out? Why are they..." Wan'er remembered what had just happened.
"Alas, everything was fine, we were about to leave, but we fell victim to the Demon King's poisonous hand. Now they have lost all five senses, just like me. If there is no cure, I'm afraid they won't live much longer. Now, only you..."
“Okay, I understand,” Wan’er nodded, her gaze suddenly becoming firm. “I am the Holy Maiden. I can save all of you by boiling my flesh and blood into an ointment. I know what to do.”
"Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself for us?" Jia Motian asked urgently.
"Yes." Wan'er nodded, tears streaming down her face. "But I have one more thing to say, and you must remember it, so that I can have peace of mind."
"What?"
"Find the Lake of Warning, rescue my parents, and tell them that their daughter is unfilial..." With a face full of sorrow, Wan'er looked at her lover opposite her, slowly lowered her right hand, and casually wiped her leg. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth, and with a "sizzle!" she winced in pain as she tore off a shiny red scale. Upon closer inspection, the scale was still stained with blood.
Holding the scale in her hand, Wan'er raised her eyes and scanned her surroundings again. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and she was about to plunge the scale in her right hand into her own neck...
Just when the scales were less than a centimeter away from the neck,
With a muffled thud, Wan'er felt a numbness in her hand, and the scales on her hand fell to the ground of the iron cage with a "clink"...
A beam of blue light shone into Wan'er's eyes. The intense light made Wan'er blink quickly and turn her head to the side.
"Wan'er!" At the same time, a kind yet urgent call rang in Wan'er's ears. Wan'er turned around, blinked, and quickly adjusted her eyes to the light to look at the person. Huh? How come there are two Mo Tians...
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