Huo Wuyou and his men captured all the criminals who kidnapped Xue Zhiyi and interrogated them. Although they were all determined to kill themselves, they had ways to prevent them from committing suicide. Only in this way could they continue to pry open their mouths.
In order to avoid being criticized for their disheveled clothes, Huo Wuyou asked someone to buy two sets of ready-made clothes before returning to the Tang Mansion. After they changed, they took the prepared carriage back.
In the carriage, Huo Wuyou looked unhappy as he looked at the wounds on her neck and body.
Xue Zhiyi tried to comfort him, "I'm fine. It's you, were you hurt by Xue Tingliu's arrow?"
He supported his aching left shoulder and said, "It's just a little scratch, it's nothing serious."
But Xue Zhiyi gradually felt uneasy. Logically speaking, Huo Wuyou did not bleed heavily, so why did he look so bad?
She reached out and tried to take a look at Huo Wuyou's injury, but as soon as her hand touched his shoulder, he couldn't help but shrink slightly and took a deep breath.
Xue Zhiyi only felt that the hand that touched her shoulder was a little wet and warm. She looked at her palm. The car was dim, and Xue Zhiyi's palm was sticky and had a strong smell of blood.
"Didn't you bandage it when you changed your clothes?"
Huo Wuyou just yawned and said, "It's bandaged. Maybe some of it has seeped out again."
After saying that, he rubbed his brow sleepily and said, "It's really nothing. It's just a superficial wound. How much damage can such a small crossbow arrow do to a person? I'm a little sleepy. We'll talk later."
"Don't sleep yet." She pulled Huo Wuyou, who was leaning against the soft pillow. As she pulled, she touched the wound again. This time, Huo Wuyou cried out in pain.
Realizing something was amiss, Xue Zhiyi looked at the bloodstain on her palm, facing the only light. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley...
"Huo Wuyou...why is your blood black?"
Thinking of what Xue Tingliu said at that time, Xue Zhiyi became more and more panicked. At that time, Xue Tingliu seemed to be certain that Huo Wuyou would die. At that time, she thought that it was just a curse before Xue Tingliu died...
Huo Wuyou was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He touched his shoulder, looked at the black blood on his palm, and smiled uneasily: "It's okay, I'm still alive and kicking now, right?"
At this moment, outside the carriage, Yan Gui said, "My Lord, we're here."
Huo Wuyou smiled and said, "Just let Sui Yunlang take a look later. Don't think too much about it."
He patted his arms as he spoke, "I was the one who carried you down the mountain just now, and I can even carry you into the house now."
After saying that, he was eager to get off the car.
Xue Zhiyi just frowned and looked at him, but when Huo Wuyou got off the car, he fell down uncontrollably.
"Huo Wuyou!"
At this moment, Xue Zhiyi was frightened, and her voice was filled with panic that she herself was not aware of.
She hurriedly got out of the car and helped Huo Wuyou up with Yang Gui, but saw that his face was as pale as paper under the moonlight.
"What's wrong with the Marquis?" Yan Gui exclaimed in surprise.
But Huo Wuyou slowly opened his heavy eyelids, as if he didn't want Xue Zhiyi to worry, and just said stubbornly: "I'm just a little... a little sleepy, it's nothing..."
Before he could finish his words, his head drooped and he fainted.
"Huo Wuyou...Huo Wuyou!"
The fear that filled Xue Zhiyi's heart at that moment was even greater than the moment when her life was hanging by a thread.
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Huo Wuyou was carried into the house. The Tang family knew that he was injured and also called a doctor, but Sui Yunlang knew his physique best, so he was the main person to make the diagnosis.
Just like Xue Zhiyi guessed, Sui Yunlang also asserted that Huo Wuyou was poisoned, but he didn't know what the poison was.
Fortunately, Xue Zhiyi still had some sense. She ordered Yan Gui: "Go to that temple and find a bloody crossbow arrow. The sooner the better!"
Since it was a matter of life and death, Yan Gui did not dare to delay and went without stopping.
Sui Yunlang first used acupuncture to seal the meridians to prevent the poison from penetrating further into the internal organs, and the hastily bandaged wound was also cleaned again.
Only then did Xue Zhiyi see the wound with his own eyes. Huo Wuyou's upper body was exposed, and his shoulder was clearly only slightly scratched by a crossbow arrow, but it was now oozing with black pus and blood, and the surrounding area was also dark blue.
"Miss Xue." Sui Yunlang saw her worry and said, "There are countless poisons in the world, but most of them have antidotes. Even if it's an unknown poison, I can try to expel it with common methods. Don't worry for now."
Xue Zhiyi stared at the lying person in a daze, his face pale, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be in great pain.
She suddenly regretted her recklessness today. Since she realized that there was something wrong with Chai Yue, she should have tried her best to stop her from taking Shen Qingtang out.
But she insisted on verifying this matter, which put herself and Huo Wuyou in danger.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Now she just hoped that everything would be as Sui Yunlang said, and that Huo Wuyou was only poisoned by an ordinary poison.
After about an hour, Yang Gui finally came back, but after Sui Yunlang checked the arrow, he almost couldn't stand.
His face was solemn: "...Miss Xue, can you please excuse me for a moment?"
After retreating from the others, Sui Yunlang finally spoke. He handed the arrow to Xue Zhiyi and said, "The arrowhead has been poisoned. You and I have both seen that poison."
Xue Zhiyi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice couldn't stop trembling. "Are you saying... the poison Huo Wuyou was infected with is the same as the poison the Queen Mother and Xue Ruoyu were infected with?"
"No...it's just a slow-acting poison." She quickly denied it, then asked Sui Yunlang with a hopeful look: "As long as you don't touch this kind of poison again, your body will gradually recover. So Huo Wuyou is fine, right?"
But Sui Yunlang's voice was trembling. "After Wuyou seized the poison from the spies, he gave it to me to deal with. I've tried it. If this poison is used in very small amounts and dissolved in daily life, it is indeed the best slow-acting poison. However, if it is used in a strong dose, or if it is taken or enters the body through a wound, it will become a highly toxic poison."
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