Chapter 175: Chapter 175
Although Yun Ran had braced herself, she still cried out in pain when the arrow was pulled out, breaking into a cold sweat.
Shen Weixi looked at her pale face, her hair dampened by sweat, full of heartache. "Yue’er, hold on a bit, I’ll apply some medicine and it won’t hurt as much."
But when Shen Weixi tore open the clothes and saw the wound, her expression suddenly changed, and she was a bit panicked.
"Yue’er, this arrow, the arrow is poisoned!"
Yun Ran furrowed her eyebrows, momentarily speechless.
What kind of luck is this?
She almost wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the Land God...
"Yue’er, what should we do? This poison looks different from the one on the knife earlier, will the Hundred Herbs Pill work? Should I, should I help suck the poison blood out for you?"
"No! You could easily get poisoned like that!"
As Shen Weixi was about to lean down, Yun Ran stopped her in time.
"Weixi, listen to me, the Hundred Herbs Pill can temporarily suppress the poison in my body, protecting my heart veins, we need to leave here first, that’s the most important thing."
"Wanyue, how are you?"
Dragging his sickly and weakened body with great difficulty, Shen Mubai moved to Yun Ran’s side. His face was too dark to see his expression clearly, but his eyes and tone were full of worry and reluctance.
"Let me do it, I’m already poisoned, so there’s nothing to be afraid of."
Yun Ran cast a cold glance full of disdain and sarcasm:
"Mr. Shen, men and women shouldn’t touch, please have some respect! And you shouldn’t say this in front of your fiancée, should you?"
Yu Qingyan, who was right beside Shen Mubai, looked at Yun Ran with a face full of apology, "Miss Lin, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t know you would get hurt, at the time I was really just worried and wanted to save you!"
"If possible, I’m willing to use my life to compensate, so let me help you suck out the poison blood!"
Really lost for words!
Shen Weixi shot a cold glance, "Shut up! Stay away from her! Stop bothering her with your fake kindness!"
Wasn’t it just to stop Shen Mubai from... and also to show her own gentleness, kindness, and understanding in front of him?
Ha! Hypocritical and pretentious woman!
"What sound is that?"
As everyone was caught up in their own thoughts, Yun Ran frowned, looking around warily.
Shen Weixi was startled, immediately looking around and listening attentively.
In the distant forest, there was an indescribable rustling sound, like the soughing of leaves in the wind, or the hissing of something crawling on the ground, somewhat eerie.
The nature of a martial artist made Shen Weixi sense danger, she drew the Soft Sword and held it tightly, instinctively guarding Yun Ran, looking around vigilantly.
Yun Ran sensed the wind direction, and despite the pain, stood up from the ground, holding onto Shen Weixi’s shoulder, "Weixi, let’s head to the northwest mountain top."
Shen Weixi trusted her without doubt, supporting Yun Ran to leave.
Suddenly, a stray arrow flew out, whistling through the wind, striking the ground at their feet.
At the same time, a bizarre voice of ambiguous gender emanated from the wind:
"Hehehehe, trying to leave? Don’t even think about it!"
Shen Weixi and Yun Ran looked towards the voice, and suddenly, more than a dozen ghostly figures floated out from the misty forest.
They were dressed in strange red clothes, with horrifying ghost masks on their faces.
At a glance, there were blue-faced fanged ghosts, skeletal white faces, Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and even a seven-foot-long tongue.
And the weapons in their hands were extremely varied, including meteor hammers, magistrate pens, nine-section whips, Soul Hooks, and even sickles.
They floated in mid-air, their figures swaying, like a group of dancing demons. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelꞁire.net
Seeing them, Shen Weixi’s brows furrowed tightly, eyes filled with murderous intent:
"Who are you people? Stop pretending to be mysterious and making a fuss!"
The sharp, eerie laughter, echoed through the dense woods, sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
The person wearing the long-tongued ghost mask swung the magistrate pens in both hands, grinning wickedly, "Naturally, we are the messengers here to usher your souls to the afterlife!"
With those words, the uncanny flute sounds arose in the wind once more.
This time, the flute sounds were very close, accompanied by the crisp jingling of small bells.
A woman dressed in red dance attire, face covered with red gauze, holding a white bone flute, appeared, standing against the wind on the back of a giant red bird, slowly descending above the forest.
Shen Weixi kept a close eye on the woman in red, subconsciously shielding Yun Ran behind her, whispering, "Yue’er, I’ll hold them off for a while, you find a way to escape."
These people, with such sinister and eerie styles, didn’t seem like Central Plains people, and their behavior was strange and creepy. They would be hard to deal with!
Yet Yun Ran gazed at the red bird beneath the woman’s feet, deep in thought.
Mechanical Sparrow, a creation from Baise Sand City?
However, these people’s attire seem more like Nanyue?
"Snakes! So many snakes!"
Yu Qingyan suddenly screamed, face pale while looking at a not too distant area, eyes wide with fear.
Not only snakes, but many poisonous insects, scorpions, and spiders were crawling over, swarming from all directions, densely packed.
It was terrifying to behold.
Shen Weixi’s legs wobbled, the hand holding the sword trembling slightly, "Yue, Yue’er, don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you!"
Yun Ran squeezed her hand, then with a flick of her sleeve, scattered white powder into the wind towards the poisonous creatures.
The orderly advancing army of poisonous creatures momentarily erupted in chaos, emitting cries, with some struggling for moments before dying, others retreating.
The flute sounds rose again, and the retreating poisonous creatures reorganized, changed direction, and continued forward, approaching the group.
A handful of medicinal powder killed a swath, but the poisonous creatures were far too many, and Yun Ran didn’t have much powder left.
She furrowed her brows, pondered a moment, then handed Shen Weixi a cloth bag filled with over a dozen small bottles.
"Throw the bottles out according to the wind direction, the powder inside will naturally disperse, temporarily driving away the poisonous creatures."
"If you give it all to me, do you still have any left?"
"I have, you take it."
After speaking, Yun Ran glanced around, then swiftly grabbed the shawl from Yu Qingyan’s shoulder, "Borrowing this for a moment."
In the next instant, Yun Ran lightly tapped her toes, her figure soared in the wind, the supple shawl was infused with True Qi, becoming agile and like a spirit snake, it lashed towards the red-clad woman with the flute.
The red-clad woman was slightly startled, dodging quickly, as the blue-faced fang-masked figure wielding a meteor hammer advanced to attack Yun Ran.
Shen Weixi was frightened, exclaiming out loud, "Yue’er! Yue’er, come down!"
She not only had wounds but was also poisoned, using Inner Strength to fight at this moment would accelerate the poison’s spread—truly life-threatening!
But Yun Ran seemed not to hear, the shawl in her hand danced into lingering shadows, wielding fierce killing intent and strong gusts, cunningly striking several of them.
Yun Ran certainly knew now wasn’t the time to use Inner Strength or to fight.
Being trapped here only worsened their situation with time.
Shen Mubai had lost his fighting capacity, and the poison in her couldn’t hold out much longer, it might end in total defeat.
Rather than waiting to die, it was better to gamble everything for a chance at survival.
Initially, those ghost-mask individuals didn’t take Yun Ran and the others seriously, with an attitude of playing with their prey, surrounding them while watching their fear, struggle, despair, and eventual gruesome deaths devoured by the poisonous creatures.
But now, several of their own had been wounded by Yun Ran.
Their eyes showed a touch more seriousness and viciousness.
"You wretched girl! You have some skill! But you must die!"
Seven or eight of them simultaneously charged at Yun Ran.
The meteor hammer aimed to smash her head, the nine-section whip targeted her neck to coil, the sickle swung for her slender waist, and the pair of magistrate pens thrust for her knees.