Chapter 8 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison
Lu Yi lay on the couch, the sweat on his forehead long since dried, yet he found it difficult to fall asleep.
If the salt grains dissolve into the blood and are not cleaned properly, the wound may become infected tomorrow.
The man got up and left the bamboo house alone.
On the very first day he was captured, his instincts as a member of the Swift Feather Guard had already led him to explore every possible place in the valley.
Misty Valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and at the foot of the southernmost mountain is a lake, which is just the right place for him to wash his wounds.
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lu Yi could already see the shimmering waves on the lake in the distance.
A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the faint sound of a flute into Lu Yi's ears.
This flute music was different from the malevolent sound the demon used to torture people; instead, it was gentle and soothing, like a refreshing breeze.
Regardless of whether the flutist was Xie Rong or not, he still had to clean his wounds.
Lu Yi continued walking until he reached the lakeside, but subconsciously turned his head to look.
A pair of wooden clogs lay casually beneath a crooked, withered tree by the lake. A boy, adorned with silver ornaments and with his black hair draped over his shoulders, sat barefoot on the tree, playing the flute with his eyes downcast.
A giant black python coiled around the tree trunk, its head gently nuzzling against the boy's shoulder.
Lu Yi had seen this python before. It had almost bitten him off when he was hanging on the Five Poisons Cave at the bottom of the cave. It was extremely vicious, but it was so docile in front of Xie Rong. It was very likely that it was the Gu King in this Misty Valley.
Yesterday, another deputy envoy from the Xiaoling Division delivered a secret letter, revealing that the medicine slaves in the valley had been infected with the most savage type of Gu poison from the Southern Frontier.
These Gu poisons originated from the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang, and only the blood of the Gu King can cure them.
Lu Yi withdrew his gaze, walked a little further away, squatted by the lake, cleaned his wounds, then lowered his head, scooped up a handful of water, and was about to wash his face.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his neck and forcefully pushed his head into the lake.
Xie Rong lowered her eyes to admire the man's disheveled appearance, her expression indifferent. She tilted her head slightly and said, "Ignoring me, it seems you're not quite thinking straight. Let me help you."
The water surface suddenly rippled, and the muscular man easily broke free from his restraint, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the lake.
Xie Rong's eyes widened in disbelief; he never imagined that someone in this labyrinthine valley would dare to rebel against him.
He was both shocked and furious. His wooden clogs were washed away by the lake water, so he could only kick the man barefoot. But he couldn't swim, and even though he wasn't actually drowning, his survival instinct made him instinctively grab the man's shoulder.
The boy's hands were soft and boneless, and after being soaked in water, they became even more slippery, like water snakes, wrapping around the man's body.
Lu Yi pressed his knees onto his thighs, his broad hands supporting his waist to prevent him from falling, his brows furrowed as he stared at him, lost in thought.
After a moment, the man reached out, his rough fingertips brushing against the pale red crescent moon on his cheekbone. He paused and said, "It wasn't painted on?"
Such an alluring birthmark, it's practically made to seduce men.
Of course, except for him.
He was simply under the influence of this demon's spell, which is why he lost control.
"You lowly dog! You lackey!" Xie Rong's eyes turned red with anger. She slapped the man across the face, forgetting to play the flute to control the Gu worms. She grabbed Lu Yi's neck with both hands, not caring whether she could swim or not. "Die! Die!"
But the man remained motionless like an iron barrel, his eyelids bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, staring at him intently.
Perhaps due to the affliction of the Gu worm, even the demon's angry and infatuated curses seemed incredibly charming.
If it weren't for the Gu worm flare-up, how could he have such thoughts about a heinous and cruel demon who disregards human life?
Xie Rong met his gaze and curled her lips into a smile. "Lu Yi, are you feeling terrible? Do you feel like there are bugs crawling on your heart?"
Ordinary Gu worms don't crawl around on the heart, but Xie Rong has been reading a lot of books related to homosexuality these past few days.
He remembered it clearly: whenever a homosexual got close to a man, he felt like worms were crawling on his heart.
Lu Yi said, "You really did use a spell on me."
Xie Rong put his arm around his shoulder and chuckled softly, making no attempt to hide the malice in his eyes. "What I like to do most is torment a good person like you who loves to punish evil and uphold justice."
"Your pain makes me happy."
As she spoke, Xie Rong's hand, which had been resting on the man's shoulder, wrapped around his neck. She tilted her head back and touched the man's lips with her own. "If I am a heinous criminal, then what good must you be, the one whose lips have touched mine?"
"Tell me... if those people in Shangyunjing see you and me like this, how will you continue to pretend to be a good person?" Xie Rong became more and more excited as she spoke, laughing to herself.
Lu Yi closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Xie Rong grew increasingly smug, her red lips curving upwards as if she were about to say something more, when suddenly a shadow fell across her face.
The man lowered his head and angrily sealed his lips with hers.
Her burning palms cradled the back of his neck, her teeth biting his lips haphazardly yet fiercely, prying open his jaws and stealing all the sweetness from his mouth.
Xie Rong was stunned, blinking in confusion.
The picture book only mentions that their lips touched, but it doesn't say that homosexuals would stick out their tongues.
Xie Rong felt dizzy and unwell. He didn't want to kiss anymore and tried to push the man away, but the man held him tightly and sucked on his tongue even more forcefully, as if in retaliation.
The water surface rippled, and it wasn't until half an hour later that it gradually returned to calm.
Xie Rong slumped in the man's arms, looking bewildered, as he was lifted up and carried ashore.
His lips were very red and swollen, as if they had been kissed and licked raw by a man.
Despite the slap mark on his face, Lu Yi carried the person back to the bamboo house without saying a word.
Are you satisfied now?
Xie Rong was placed on the couch by the man.
He was naturally satisfied when the Gu worms took effect.
When Lu Yi is completely immersed in homosexuality, the time to remove the Gu worm from the man's heart will be the most sober and painful.
With a smile on his face, he mimicked the tone of a storyteller and put his arm around Lu Yi's neck, "Come to the bamboo house tomorrow night. I need to continue testing the Gu. Got it?"
Lu Yi agreed and turned to leave.
The next day.
The young noble families who had been woken up by Lu Yi's scolding gradually learned that he had been whipped by the Valley Master, and they felt guilty, since they had previously suspected that Lu Yi had come to steal the Valley Master.
This morning, someone even saw that Lu Yi's wound was not only soaked in water and festering, but also festered.
Lu Yi endured humiliation and hardship to get them out of the city. In addition, the struggle for the position of heir of the noble families in the capital has always been cruel. Even if they were reluctant, they had thought it through.
Led by Zhao Shilang's son, several scions of prominent families, unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their doom, planned to find Lu Yi after dinner to discuss how to leave Misty Valley.
They stood outside the low house in the cold wind for an hour, and it got dark, but Lu Yi still hadn't returned.
The medicine slave who shared a low house with Lu Yi said that Lu Yi had gone to the bamboo house and was probably going to be tortured again.
Although none of the members of the Xiaoling Division are good people, if Lu Yi is dead, how will they go back?
The group looked at each other in bewilderment and then stealthily made their way to the bamboo house.
The door of the bamboo house was ajar, and some noise could be vaguely heard. Young Master Zhao was the first to stick his head out and look inside through the crack in the door, and he was stunned for a moment.
Inside the room, the man was kneeling on the ground, his tall and imposing body pressing the smaller boy into the corner. He kissed him until his eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was heavy, only occasionally letting out a sob or two from the boy in his arms.
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