Although neither of them knew the extent of the other's injuries, they both understood that in their current state, going to Cheng Bang would not gain them any benefit. They were not the type to act impulsively and would not do anything to embarrass themselves when they knew it was impossible.
It was precisely because of this calmness and rationality that they realized how helpless they were. "Helpless" is such a humiliating word for vampires and werewolves. They had never experienced it before, but now they felt it with all their heart.
After Luo Youyou fell asleep again, the expressions of both of them became solemn, as if they were not the ones who were smiling and joking just now. Mu Yaxi sighed silently in his heart. This was a play performed by a member of the cast, performed for only one person. The song was not over yet, and the audience had not yet finished watching it.
Mu Yaxi walked to the bed and turned over the gauze on Luo Youyou's shoulder. The shocking wound was like a blooming mandala, with zigzag black lines spreading in all directions with the wound as the center, coiling around the shoulder.
Yuri was injured by a werewolf, so his wound naturally heals very slowly. Lang Bai was injured by his own kind, and the injury was in a vital part, so it was expected that the wound would heal slowly. However, Luo Youyou was only injured on her shoulder, and with her self-healing ability, she couldn't heal for such a long time. Even though Mu Yaxi sucked out most of the poison for her, some of it seemed to be attached to her body and refused to leave.
The remaining poison took away all her energy.
Yuri leaned over and sniffed, hoping to sniff out some clues from the wound, but with his injuries still fresh in his head, he could smell nothing but the tangy scent of Mansa Zhuhua. Although he couldn't smell anything, he found that whenever he got close to the wound, he felt dizzy.
Lang Bai saw Yuri frowning, so he went over and sniffed, but there was nothing.
Seeing that Lang Bai was not feeling unwell, Yuri immediately understood that this poison was specially developed for the vampires. If he guessed correctly, the Soul Devouring Faction must have made progress in their research on Barro.
However, it is impossible for all poisons to be completely odorless. Why can't they smell anything? This is very strange.
"Let Yueshenxun go. She is very familiar with the terrain over there." Canying suddenly said.
"That girl left after carrying you back and hasn't come back yet." Mu Yaxi rolled her eyes. "I think it's only a matter of time before You Lun kidnaps her."
"If they get married, it's normal for them not to come back." Hongluan blinked her big eyes.
Mu Yaxi rolled her eyes purposefully. When had there ever been a true marriage among the blood clan?
"I heard that you missed me." Yueshenxun appeared at the door like a gust of wind, as if she had super ears and heard their call, and appeared in time.
She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that perfectly outlined her curves, a loose long-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body, light makeup on, and cherry blossom-colored lipstick. If it weren't for her signature purple hair and her usual indifferent voice, people might have thought she was a neighbor who had walked into the wrong house.
You know, Yue Shen Xun always wears skirts. All kinds of dresses are her favorites, regardless of the season.
"Who missed you! You still remember to come back!" Mu Yaxi said unhappily. Although she admitted in her heart that she seemed to have not seen this cold face for so many days, she did miss it a little.
Yue Shenxun twisted her slender waist, looking very happy. She turned around again and finally stood in front of Mu Yaxi. "How is it? Does it look good?"
Hongluan was a little surprised. Was this really the Yueshen Xun she knew before? How come she seemed... a different person?
Mu Yaxi pushed her away a little in disgust, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Luna Xun frowned, sat down on the sofa in the corner, crossed her legs, and returned to her usual indifferent expression, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"I need you to find the Demon Lord and find the antidote to this poison." Jing Yan said concisely.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu rushed in and said, "Oh no! Most of the vampires in Shuncheng have been poisoned."
"What!?" Everyone stood up.
"The vampires we hunted these days were all poisoned and unconscious. They were not injured, just unconscious. We checked and found that there was something wrong with the blood of the prey." Mo Yu explained.
Shuncheng is a big city. There are at least tens of thousands of vampires lurking in this city. How could a large number of them fall in just a few days?
"The prey's blood has problems..." Jing Yan held his forehead, "That is to say, a certain group of people will have problems with their blood. Why is it such a coincidence..."
"The Soul-Eating Sect knows Youyou very well. The problematic blood comes from blood bags in hospitals or from those extremely vicious people." Mo Yu has been investigating this matter since the first day he discovered that a vampire was poisoned.
Ever since Luo Youyou actually took power, most of the vampires tacitly abided by Luo Youyou's unspoken rules. They either obtained blood bags by trading with blood stations or hunted those extremely vicious people. This time, all the obedient people fell, and those vampires who had not yet surrendered to Luo Youyou were spared.
"I'll go now." Yue Shenxun understood the seriousness of the situation, left a word, and immediately disappeared from people's sight. A few screams came from outside the window, coming from people who accidentally saw Yue Shenxun jumping from the upstairs, but she didn't care about that. She flashed past them like a ghost and rushed towards the Soul Devouring Sect base...
Barlow sat lazily, with a look of fatigue and impatience on his face. Cheng Bang paced back and forth in front of Barlow with a glass of champagne in his hand, as if he didn't notice his boredom.
Obviously, he did not tell Barlow about Luo Youyou's poisoning.
"This is a moment worth celebrating, we should have a drink." Cheng Bang motioned the young man with a tray at the door to come over, placed a cup of blood on the tray in front of Barlow, and then retreated tremblingly.
Cheng Bang handed the wine glass to Barlow, wanting to clink glasses with him, but Barlow didn't even look at it and didn't intend to pick up the glass beside him.
"Don't you think it's a bit early?" Barlow frowned slightly, his impatience growing.
"Mu Qing's soul has been almost collected. It can be regarded as a temporary victory and is worth celebrating." Cheng Bang picked up the cup next to Barlow and handed it to Barlow.
"The blood is not fresh."
"How could that be?" Cheng Bang put the cup to his nose in a pretentious manner. "I specifically instructed that the blood prepared for the Demon Lord must be the freshest."
Barlow stood up, pushed the cup away with one finger, and also pushed Chengbang away a distance, looking into his eyes, "Don't think you can play tricks in front of me."
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