The place on his back where five holes were stabbed felt like lava flowing through, with a sensation of being thrown into a fire.
Jun Moyan’s vision turned dark intermittently, and his head was spinning.
He immediately slowed the car down and, after a few more minutes, could no longer hold on, so he pulled over to the side of the road to avoid an accident.
Wen Xiao’ai saw that Jun Moyan’s face had turned pale, with threads of black air between his brows, and knew what was happening.
She immediately unbuckled her own seatbelt, then got up and unbuckled Jun Moyan’s seatbelt as well.
She reached out to remove his shirt, wanting to check the wounds.
Jun Moyan wanted to say it was nothing, to reassure Wen Xiaoguai, but found speaking had become difficult.
"Turn around, let me see your wound."
Jun Moyan didn’t want to show her the wound, fearing it would scare her, make her worried, or worse, make her cry again.
But Wen Xiao’ai didn’t give him a chance to refuse, and had already undone a few buttons on his shirt.
Helpless, Jun Moyan turned his body, leaving his back to Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at his blood-soaked shirt sticking to his back, hesitating to remove it.
She was afraid of pulling on his wounds, and she dared not look.
Wiping away her tears, Wen Xiao’ai braced herself and slowly pulled his shirt down.
She pulled it down to his waist.
His back was stained crimson, and the five blood holes pricked by Wu Zhihan’s nails were still bleeding, shocking to behold.
The blood had somehow turned black.
Wisps of black smoke were visibly rising from the wounds.
The skin around the edges showed signs of decay, emitting a foul stench.
This was caused by the corpse poison inherent in vengeful spirits.
"... How could it be this severe."
"Jun Moyan, how are you?"
Wen Xiao’ai cried as she asked him. The source of this content ɪs NovelHub(.)net
Although meant to be reassuring, his unsteady breath and strained manner of speaking only intensified Wen Xiao’ai’s fear and anxiety.
"Jun Moyan, sit tight, I’ll help you expel the corpse poison."
Wen Xiao’ai stabilized Jun Moyan’s body and attempted to use mana to expel the corpse poison from his wound.
But after several tries, not only did it not work, it seemed to accelerate the poison’s spread, tormenting Jun Moyan greatly.
Wen Xiao’ai dared not attempt it rashly again and withdrew her hands.
Watching Jun Moyan’s complexion shift from pale to a grayish pallor, Wen Xiao’ai cried out in fear.
"Boohoo, you can’t let anything happen to you."
Jun Moyan’s eyelids were so heavy they couldn’t lift, his vision blurred, consciousness fading; hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s scared sobs, he struggled to raise a hand, wanting to hold her.
But it was like a hallucination; he seemed to lift his hand, seemed to hold her, but in a moment of clarity, he realized he hadn’t even moved his hand.
Wen Xiao’ai grasped his hand, her face bathed in tears as she looked at him.
Jun Moyan couldn’t open his eyes, his mind was drowsy, on the verge of passing out.
"I won’t cry, I won’t cry." Wen Xiao’ai wiped her tears haphazardly, yet couldn’t control her emotions.
She was terrified, scared to death.
She hadn’t been afraid facing Wu Zhihan.
But now she was panicked, at a complete loss, terrified.
"... Xiaoguai, my phone is in the left pocket, call Qing Yi, tell him to come..."