As it turns out, he wasn’t being superstitious.
Some things do exist.
Likewise, if the ever-horror-novel-reading Bai Yi were here, he’d also immediately think of what Wen Xiao’ai described as corpse poison.
After all, corpse poison is a common term in horror novels.
The drunkard probably already guessed what had injured Jun Moyan.
But he still had no solution.
When Wen Xiao’ai and Qing Yi heard the drunkard say this was his first time encountering such a thing, the despairing tone in his voice threw both into panic.
"...Can he be saved?"
Tears that Wen Xiao’ai had barely managed to hold back welled up again.
"I, I don’t know how to cure this poison." The drunkard’s face was filled with worry and impatience.
"Then, then what should we do?"
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, there will be a way, there will be a way."
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai was about to cry, the drunkard quickly spoke to comfort her.
He was most afraid of hearing others cry; whenever Xi Ge cried, he couldn’t help but cry along...
"Then please save him quickly." Wen Xiao’ai pouted, struggling not to burst into tears.
"Let’s return to Wu Garden first, I’ll give it a try."
As he spoke, the drunkard held a small flashlight in one hand and tweezers in the other, carefully examining the wound of Jun Moyan.
He could see the wound clearly, but he really wasn’t sure if he could solve it.
"What about the person who hurt him?" the drunkard asked.
"Where was it? Let Qing Yi send someone to look for the body, I might find a solution by examining it."
If his guess is right, the one who hurt Jun Moyan might have been a corpse.
To put it bluntly, it was someone already dead.
And it had turned into a zombie.
As for what it means to turn into a zombie and why it happens, even the drunkard couldn’t explain.
After all, it’s just a corpse, and there shouldn’t be anything to it unless it has three heads and six arms.
"We can’t find it, it’s gone." Thɪs chapter is updated by N0velFire.ɴet
When Wen Xiao’ai heard the drunkard say to send people to search, she feared they would discover something, even more worried they would find out she was a demon.
"As long as it hasn’t disappeared into thin air, we can find it even at the ends of the earth." Qing Yi’s angry voice came from the front.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his face darkened.
He wished he could tear the one who hurt Jun Moyan to pieces.
Their relationship with Jun Moyan was never just about ranks; it was a brotherhood through life and death.
The drunkard looked at Wen Xiao’ai and immediately understood what she meant by "it’s gone."
It meant it had disappeared into thin air.
"Forget it, no need, let’s head back to Wu Garden." The drunkard spoke.
"No need? What if there’s an antidote on that person?" Qing Yi was puzzled.
This couldn’t be overlooked; this was a matter of life and death, not a single chance to save him should be missed.
"There won’t be an antidote on it, don’t waste time anymore."
The drunkard said with certainty.
Qing Yi was bewildered; wasn’t he just saying to look for a solution on the body, why such a definitive tone now.
With no other choice, Qing Yi had to listen to the drunkard and hurried back to Wu Garden.
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t know why the drunkard suddenly said there was no need, but seeing they didn’t press further, she felt relieved.
She feared that in a moment of panic, she might say something completely inexplicable.
Back at Wu Garden, Qing Yi carried Jun Moyan upstairs and carefully laid him on the bed, making him lie on his stomach.
The drunkard immediately opened the medical box to start cleaning his wound.
After cleaning the wound, the drunkard noticed that the skin near the wound, along with decaying, was developing corpse spots.
Seeing this, the drunkard couldn’t stay calm any longer.