It’s not fatal, but it’s hard to live.
The bleeding from the wound could not be stopped, and weakness was secondary. The slowdown in movement was extremely obvious.
As the game progresses, the missions become more difficult, and fighting against ghosts becomes more arduous. This is when the players' real strength is tested. Yuan Yuxue naturally doesn't want any problems to occur during this period.
Xiaowu has already started to fulfill his promise.
When she used her healing talent, she simply lowered her eyes, concealed the sadness and worry on her face, emptied her mind, and focused her strength on Yuan Yuxue's wound.
Xiao Wu had not yet fully recovered and was still in a state of exhaustion. After all, the negative effects of using the healing talent were the most severe of all the talents. However, this negative state did not make her hesitate at all. Xiao Wu was almost squeezing out her potential to the fullest - the "warm current" forced out from her fingertips flowed into Yuan Yuxue's wound.
The extremely tragic external injury did show some signs of relief. The endless blood seemed to have stopped flowing slightly, showing a trend of improvement. When Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his mind was in a trance for a moment, and he just lost the ability to use it. He saw that Yuan Yuxue's wounds were losing blood again, even more violently than at the beginning... The rusty liquid that flowed out dyed Xiao Wu's hands red again.
Can't stop.
Xiaowu realized that he couldn't stop.
But innate ability is not something that can be squeezed out endlessly. If the wound cannot be healed, the current approach is just a drop in the bucket, or even a temporary solution.
Xiao Wu's eyes almost turned red, and he was in a trance.
The players around her seemed to have noticed something was wrong. Number Three frowned slightly and stretched out his hand, as if to remind Xiao Wu to calm down and not to force himself into a dead end without rescuing Yuan Yuxue. Before his hand touched her, he saw that Xiao Wu's hand had been held by Yuan Yuxue.
“… That’s enough.”
Yuan Yuxue said.
His pale fingers grasped Xiao Wu's wrist, and for a moment, those slender and delicate fingers, as if carved from cold jade, were stained with his own glaring scarlet blood.
Perhaps because her body was so weak at the moment, Yuan Yuxue's voice was extremely soft. When it fell into her ears, it was like a gust of wind gently blowing past her earlobe.
Xiao Wu's tense and almost forced mood was almost broken at that moment. She looked at Yuan Yuxue, her red eyes seemed to be about to shed tears in the blink of an eye.
"It's not enough. It shouldn't be enough."
"Yuan Yuxue, I don't want you to die."
Xiaowu said.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting someone's ear, piercing the hearts of more than one person.
Xiaowu thought that he didn’t want Yuan Yuxue to die saving her.
If that was the case, Xiao Wu felt that she would never forget this incident - Yuan Yuxue was a person that was hard to forget. She didn't want her memory of such a person to be frozen in the scarlet death.