Chapter 525 One in a Thousand
"She doesn't have long to live. There's only one possible way. But it's extremely costly and dangerous. Do you want to try?"
"What are the chances of winning?"
"One in a thousand."
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Yun Chen slept for a whole day and night.
She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. This time she slept deeply and soundly. There was a voice in her head that kept urging her to sleep a little longer, pulling her body and preventing her from waking up.
She really wanted to keep sleeping like this, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her philtrum, as if a bee was stinging her, and the pain made her wake up a little.
She wanted to ignore it and continue sleeping, but the bee was really annoying. It stung her one after another, and finally woke her up from all sleepiness and opened her eyes.
Yan Lang was holding her chin with one hand, asking her to open her mouth slightly. In his other hand, he held a terrifyingly long silver needle, which he pierced deeply through her philtrum and upper jaw, moving it back and forth continuously, causing her head to buzz with pain.
"What are you doing?!" She didn't dare move her mouth or tongue, and asked in a sobbing voice, trying hard to express her protest with her eyes.
Yan Lang ignored her, pulled out the silver needle from her philtrum, and started fiddling with the needles on other parts of her body.
Only then did Yun Chen realize that her entire body was covered in prickles like a hedgehog, with several of them piercing through her skin and coming out from the other end.
She didn't dare to move. After trying to recall the past, she only remembered falling down the long steps of the Yong'an Hall.
She looked at herself. Although she fell from such a high step, she didn't have any injuries on her body. Only her ankle ached slightly, there was a strange taste of blood in her mouth, and her palms were sore, as if she had been swinging a dagger continuously.
"After I fainted, did I sleepwalk again?"
"Yeah." Yan Lang didn't say much, just lowered his head and fiddled with the needles on her body.
She lay quietly for a while, unable to describe what she felt. For a moment, she could not distinguish the boundary between dreams and reality, and which was the world of sleepwalking.
Now, she knows all the truth.
She lied and said "yes" with her own mouth, putting an end to Huo Gan's years of planning.
After watching with his own eyes all the civil and military officials kowtow to Huo Gan and chant "Long live the emperor", he got the country and kingdom he wanted.
But all she got was this scarred body and a heart full of pain.
Looking back at myself now, who thought I was committing suicide for love, and who took the Soul Devouring Pill so resolutely, it was really funny.
"Yan Lang, didn't you say that the Soul Devouring Pill is unstoppable? Why are you wasting all this energy? Forget it."
After she finished speaking, Yan Lang still ignored her and concentrated on adjusting the silver needles on her body.
She saw that Yan Lang seemed to have grown up a little, now about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a dignified and steady appearance. His facial features were becoming more and more like Yan Nineteen, but there was no Yan Nineteen's romantic charm between his eyebrows, only the indifference that belonged to Yan Lang.
When he thought of Yan Shijiu, Yun Chen remembered everything he heard through the partition and how he had been deceived by everyone over the years.
Seeing Yan Lang's silent face, she suddenly became angry and said hatefully, "I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you leave me hanging! I don't need you to treat me with acupuncture. I'm not afraid of dying!" As she spoke, she pulled out the silver needles from her body.
But she had never learned acupuncture, and didn't know the traditional Chinese medicine technique of gently pecking at the needles like a swallow. She could only remove the needles without pain, and relied on ruthless pulling and pulling. Not only did the acupuncture points bleed profusely, but she also grimaced in pain, but she was still too stubborn to stop.
Yan Lang helplessly watched her struggle until she hesitated over a needle thicker than an awl that had pierced her entire calf. He then sighed softly:
"Let me do it. Now that you're awake, it's time for the needle, so you can take it out."
He removed the needle skillfully and gently, without a drop of blood and she felt no pain.
He took out a silk handkerchief from the medicine box and motioned for her to wipe the other drops of blood from the needle removal.
While she was busy, he gently raised his eyes and looked at her face:
"The Soul Devouring Pill is truly invincible. I've tried my best, but I can only temporarily suppress its toxicity, so that you will suffer less and the poison will only attack you once a day. You only have about forty days to live... Yun Chen, I'm sorry. In these last moments, can you forgive me and stop hating me?"
After hearing this, Yun Chen remained silent for a long time.
Forty days was longer than she expected, but she still couldn't control her panic and loss.
She shook her head vigorously and comforted herself that she had swallowed the Soul-Devouring Pill mouthful by mouthful and she did not blame anyone.
As for forgiveness...
She also looked back at Yan Lang, and thought that she was about to die, and death would end everything in the past twenty-six years.
She suddenly felt that anything was acceptable.
Wars and power struggles, conspiracies and deceptions are all insignificant in the face of death.
She has always been a fearless and brave "Cloud Tiger", which is her most striking symbol.
At this moment, she realized for the first time that everything in life except life and death is trivial.
If that’s the case, what can’t we forgive and let go of?
"Okay, I forgive you."
She curled her lips slightly and said this with a smile.
Yan Lang breathed a sigh of relief, like a death row prisoner who had been pardoned. However, looking at Yun Chen's pale face, he turned his head away reluctantly. When he turned back, his eyes were red and his nose was sore.
"I haven't told Huo Gannian anything yet. I only told him that you had a sleepwalking attack. He doesn't know that you took the Soul Devouring Pill, nor does he know that you don't have much time left. It's up to you whether you want to tell him or not."
She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then asked him tentatively, even pleadingly, with a hint of hope and flattery:
"Tell me first, am I really going to die? Is there nothing I can do?"
Yan Lang stared at her face: "Yes."
"Huh?" This stunned her. "Then why are you giving me another injection and giving me a '40-day' ultimatum? I think I can still be saved."
Yan Lang didn't feel like joking with her. He sighed and said seriously:
"The Soul-Devouring Pill has no antidote, but if you come across something that can cure any poison in this world, it's hard to say. When the late Queen of Nan Kingdom passed away, the late Emperor of Nan Kingdom searched the world for ancient medical books and found a method of curing diseases using Gu in Lingnan. Legend has it that if you refine a 'Dustless Gu' and let a person take it, they will be like a walking corpse, fearless and painless, and no poison or disease can harm them."
"Zombies? Living dead?" She felt like she was listening to a foreign language.
Let's not talk about the Dustless Gu, which must be extremely difficult to make. Even if there is one, does she really want to eat it and turn into a walking corpse with all five senses lost, without joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and no emotions?
"No, it sounds so dark and fantastical." Although she said this, she couldn't help but ask again:
"Then how do we make Dustless Gu? Is it difficult?"
A trace of anger flashed across Yanlang's face, and he nodded:
"It's difficult. According to ancient texts, a hundred kinds of poisonous insects can be used to make Gu. To make the Dustless Gu, you need to lock up nine hundred and ninety-nine young boys and girls together, giving them only water and no food, and force them to kill and eat each other. The one that survives can be used as the medicine."
When Yun Chen heard this, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. I don't know if he was scared.
No wonder it is said that human nature is always the darkest thing in the world.
How crazy and selfish must one be to come up with such a cruel method.
Yun Chen thought, even if this method could really make some kind of poison and save her, she would rather die than accept it.
"It's too crazy. Just for an ambiguous sentence in a book, nearly a thousand innocent lives are killed. It's really inhuman. I can't do it. Yanlang, don't be crazy, don't think about it. If you do evil to cure me, I will hate you to the core and never forgive you." Yun Chen said seriously.
She had seen Yan Lang searching for and trying medicine for decades in order to cure the soul-leaving syndrome.
She knew very well that Yan Lang seemed indifferent and unconcerned about everything, but in fact he was a man of strong character and would never give up easily.
She was really afraid that this guy would go crazy and use a living person to make medicine.
Yan Lang pondered for a moment, his face solemn, and said:
"I can promise you, but what about Huo Gannian? Your body is now completely dependent on my acupuncture to suppress it. At first, the poison may flare up once a day, but it will soon become more and more serious, with the poison flaring up several times a day. He will eventually know that you are poisoned and will definitely do his best to find a cure.
Now, preparations for the coronation ceremony are underway. In five days, he will unify the Three Kingdoms and ascend the throne. He can have anything he wants in this world. I can find the method to make the Gu, and he can definitely find it somewhere else. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will definitely do it madly for you at all costs.
After Yan Lang finished speaking, Yun Chen fell into a long silence.
She felt sad. Although she knew the truth clearly now, the relationship between her and Huo Gannian was still entangled and confusing, and she couldn't let it go despite being reluctant.
Then she felt fear again.
Although she was resentful and disappointed with his calculations, deceptions and exploitation, she had to accept the reality and truly understood his extraordinary talent.
If he were to sit on the throne and rule the world, he would surely be a wise ruler who would work hard to govern the country, be able to pacify the world and usher in a prosperous era.
But if, in order to save her, he had to selfishly do evil and commit the crime of murder that is condemned by both humans and gods, it would be tantamount to destroying Kunshan Mountain.
How could she bear to let his bright pearl be covered in dust and stained with a stain that could never be erased for the rest of her life?
After sitting on the couch for a long time, she wiped the blood from the wounds on her body and slowly straightened her sleeves, as slowly and quietly as if she was straightening her heart.
When her clothes were neatly arranged, her heart became clear.
She looked at Yan Lang very seriously and said firmly:
"Help me escape."
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