Chapter 49 Who wants to die with you, you bastard?
Just as her consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness, Feng Jin's deep, cold voice clearly pierced through her blurred consciousness:
"Shen Yuepo, I forgot to tell you."
"Our contract..."
"Those with low skill will die and their cultivation will be destroyed, while those with high skill... will not be affected."
He paused, as if to make sure her dying consciousness could hear him:
"In other words, even if your soul is scattered today, it will not harm me in the slightest. If you want to take me away like this, I'm afraid you can't."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
In the final instant before her consciousness sank into darkness, an angry thought exploded in her chaotic sea of consciousness:
Who wants to die with a bastard like you?
Filled with this intense resentment, she completely lost consciousness and collapsed into Feng Jin's arms.
Feng Jin caught her body, which was so light it seemed weightless, and looked down at the pale face of the person in his arms, as well as the ramie robe soaked in blood.
His perfect jawline seemed to tighten for a moment, and a complex emotion flickered deep within his eyes, which shimmered with dark gold flames.
He didn't linger.
Holding Shen Yuepo in his arms, he took a step forward.
The space beneath his feet rippled like water, and with one step, his figure vanished from the spot.
The bloodshed and deathly silence in the broken alley were left far behind.
The room of Shen Family Villa, Shen Yuepo.
The space rippled slightly, and Feng Jin appeared directly inside, carrying the unconscious Shen Yuepo.
He didn't even glance at the luxurious yet simple room, casually waving his left hand behind him.
A visible barrier instantly appeared from the void, rapidly expanding and silently enveloping the entire room.
Above the barrier, runes faintly flowed, isolating all sounds and prying eyes from both inside and outside.
Feng Jin walked to the bedside, his movements not exactly gentle, and placed Chen Yuepo on the bed.
The off-white sheets were instantly stained red with blood seeping from the wound.
He stood by the bed, looking down at the person lying on the bed, barely breathing.
The three deep, bone-revealing claw wounds on his back were shrouded in black mist; the bloody hole on his left shoulder also emanated a chilling ghostly poison.
The faint bloodstains on her cheeks marred her cool and perfect demeanor.
The most troublesome are the vengeful ghosts and poisons that invade the meridians and frantically devour life force.
Feng Jin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He stretched out his right hand and hovered about an inch above Shen Yuepo's body.
With his palm facing down, a pure, ghostly aura slowly emanated from him.
As if they possessed life, they precisely burrowed into Chen Yuepo's wounds.
When the ghostly blue aura and the pitch-black ghostly poison came into contact, it was like ice water being poured into boiling oil, producing a faint "sizzling" sound.
The ferocious ghost poison was like a natural enemy in the face of the higher-level Netherworld Origin Power, and was suppressed domineeringly.
More and more of the pale blue streams gushed from Feng Jin's palm, gently enveloping Shen Yuepo's entire body.
Within the cocoon of light, the power of the underworld gently cleansed her damaged meridians.
Time passed within the silent barrier.
Feng Jin's face turned pale at a visible speed.
He was already suffering from internal injuries, and he had just forcibly broken through the spatial blockade and used his source power to heal Shen Yuepo, which consumed far more energy than expected.
Finally, when the ghost poison in Shen Yuepo's body was completely removed and the chaotic aura stabilized, Feng Jin slowly withdrew his hand.
The eerie blue light enveloping the Moon Soul dissipated silently.
He stood still, his figure swaying almost imperceptibly.
He looked down at Shen Yuepo, whose breathing had become even and deep and who was no longer in danger of dying, and then glanced at the warm white jade bracelet on her wrist.
A rare hint of laziness flashed across Feng Jin's eyes.
So, beside Shen Yuepo's sleeping bed, he did something utterly unbecoming of his status—
He lay down fully clothed.
A dark, patterned robe was spread out on the white sheets, and long hair was scattered like silk around the pillow.
He lay on his side, facing the sleeping profile of Shen Yuepo, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
His handsome face was pale, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.
The oppressive aura emanating from him subsided, leaving only a strange tranquility.
The barrier silently enveloped the room, isolating it from everything outside.
Within the barrier, only the steady breathing of the two people mingled together.
The next day, Shen Yuepo awoke.
First, she felt a persistent soreness all over her body, especially in her back and left shoulder, reminding her that yesterday's brutal battle was not a nightmare.
Then comes the return of the senses.
A chilling aura lingered around her nose, sharp yet aggressive, mingling with the faint scent of blood on her body.
A steady, lingering, slightly cool breath seemed to brush against my cheek.
She opened her eyes, somewhat bewildered.
What came into view was not the familiar ceiling, but a handsome face magnified close to me.
His long, dark hair, like the finest silk, spread out on the pristine white pillow, with a few strands even brushing against her neck, bringing a cool, ticklish sensation.
His deep-set features were exceptionally clear in the morning light, and his long eyelashes drooped, casting a small, quiet shadow beneath his eyes, obscuring his unsettling dark gold eyes.
Shen Yuepo's mind went blank for a moment.
Did he bring her back? Did he lie beside her all night?
This realization struck Shen Yuepo like an electric current, piercing through her chaotic thoughts and instantly bringing her to her senses.
She sat up abruptly, almost as if ejected.
The violent movement aggravated the wound on her back, causing her to hiss and gasp for breath, her vision blurring.
Her actions also successfully startled the people around her.
Feng Jin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them.
His dark golden eyes initially held a hint of confusion from just waking up, but this was instantly replaced by sharpness and clarity, like a lurking beast opening its eyes.
He stared silently at Shen Yuepo, who was clutching his shoulder and wincing in pain, his face expressionless and his words silent.
Shen Yuepo clutched her throbbing shoulder and met Feng Jin's unfathomable gaze after he regained consciousness. Her heart skipped a beat.
She forced herself to calm down, suppressing the slightly irritating heat in her ears, and cleared her throat:
"Did you heal my wounds?"
Feng Jin remained in a side-lying position, propping his head up with one hand, his dark hair cascading over his shoulder, his posture languid yet exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
He looked at Shen Yuepo's feigned composure, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered three words, his voice low and slightly hoarse from just waking up, yet still icy cold:
"Otherwise what?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the invisible barrier in the room, and asked in a calm tone:
"Could any other ghosts get in?"
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