Qing Li looked at Ye Jiu, who seemed to be coaxing a child, and nodded.
Anyway, his doom was already sealed; as long as he didn’t let Sikong see what he had become now, anything else could go as it pleased—the worst outcome would be death, which could no longer cause him more serious harm.
"Shall I put it on for you now?" Ye Jiu said, gesturing a little. Seeing him not resist at all, he began the process.
Qing Li felt as if he had dreamed.
In the dream, he was dazed and confused, not understanding anything before he woke up from the dream.
As he looked at Ye Jiu, whose smile was as radiant as blooming flowers, Qing Li’s vision gradually became clearer.
He watched as Ye Jiu rummaged in his sleeve and pulled out a powder-white Furry Ball. Like a ruffian, he ripped open the front of his own shirt and placed Furry Ball on his wound.
Qing Li felt as though Furry Ball was sucking blood from his body, sadly unable to resist.
While Furry Ball was absorbing the poison from Qing Li’s body, Ye Jiu tentatively communicated with it through thought, "Can you consume poison, can you administer it?"
"Is there a kind of toxin that doesn’t harm the human body but can still control a person? Give him a little of that."
Furry Ball could not speak and was not as clever as Ye Bai and Ye Hei, but perhaps because of the contract, Furry Ball could understand Ye Jiu’s words.
Thus, Qing Li felt his body suddenly relax as Furry Ball drank the blood, but right after, his body went numb, and then the sensation slowly faded.
When Furry Ball returned to Ye Jiu’s hands, Ye Jiu stuffed it back into his sleeve.
"Hey, how do you feel now?" Ye Jiu looked at Qing Li’s wound, which was no longer oozing black blood. Although his skin was somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss, the blood had regained its bright red color.
Qing Li moved his body, still feeling incredibly weak, but he no longer had the symptom of coughing up blood whenever he spoke.
Moreover, his body felt markedly lighter. Being a doctor himself, he could sense that the poison in his body had probably been cured.
Having heard from Sikong that Ye Jiu could suppress the Poisonous Insect within Sikong’s body, Qing Li had been quite curious. Now his interest surged even more.
What kind of girl was she, and what about that Furry Ball?
Looking soft and cute was one thing, but an animal capable of consuming poison was rare in this world.
Listening to Ye Jiu’s question, Qing Li nodded, "Much better, thank you."
"Thanks is unnecessary, just don’t forget your promise," Ye Jiu said.
Qing Li nodded, but he did not take it to heart.
Helping her was nothing; after all, he was no more than a stray dog now.
However, she was the person Sikong had taken an interest in. Staying by her side meant he would often encounter Sikong, something he was not capable of, nor did he have the courage to do.
But Ye Jiu’s next words sent his entire heart sinking to the bottom.
"However, even if you forget your promise, it doesn’t matter because I have already poisoned you. Without the antidote, you will be in excruciating pain, and the same will happen if you don’t obey!" Ye Jiu’s words made Qing Li’s heart jolt.
Quickly using his last ounce of strength, he lifted his hand to check his pulse, and indeed... he really was poisoned.
And the poison was strange; it did not harm his body and even helped repair his injuries, but it was undoubtedly poison nonetheless.
Qing Li considered in his mind the probability of him curing the poison himself and finally concluded that he could not!
Ye Jiu had faith in the things La Sike had given him, but as for the headgear, it was said to control a person’s loyalty. However, the effectiveness of it was still hard to discern for the time being.