Those ghosts had no thought, no memory, no soul, just like insects, staring at their green and greedy eyes, carrying rotten flesh, crawling towards them from all directions. The yang energy belonging to living people in them is an irresistible temptation for these fierce ghosts who have fallen into darkness forever. This instinct overcomes the fear of soul weapons, and the darkness scrambles to surround them.
After a bloody battle, with the cooperation of Wu Hao, they blazed a path of Shura paved with rotting corpses, and Wu Hao ran wildly, leaving the group of ghosts far behind.
They ran to the west for tens of miles, and only when they saw that the surroundings had finally returned to tranquility did they dare to stop to heal their injuries.
Both of them were injured in many places, the corpse poison that spread into the blood from the damage, and the miasma that took the opportunity to invade the body during the fight, produced a huge toxicity in their bodies.
The complexion of the two was abnormally gray, the pupils turned reddish brown, their hands twitched slightly, the pain was like a tide, and they retreated for a while, their bodies were as cold as falling into an ice cave, which was extremely tormenting.
Fan Wuzhen had been protecting Xie Bian all the time, so his injuries were more serious and the poison was more serious. His body was sweating like rain, and his expression was a bit ferocious due to forbearance.
They each took a top-level healing elixir. This level of elixir is also extremely rare in Daxianmen. Usually, they will take one to assist when the successor encounters obstacles in the path of cultivation. This shows that How powerful is the poison in this time.
After swallowing the elixir, the two of them meditated back to back, using their spiritual power to run around the sky, surrounded by a shimmering protective barrier, and Wu Hao silently guarded the side.
Three hours later, the two woke up one after the other. The poison was temporarily discharged from the internal organs without contaminating the heart vessels, but part of it still remained in the blood, and the wound on the outside had already festered, oozing black pus and blood.
"Pull out the meat." Jie Bian frowned and looked at the carrion on his arm. What he saw only on walking corpses before, now grows on his own body, making people disgusted and frightened.
Fan Wuxi said in a hoarse voice, "Take off your clothes and let me see the wound."
Xie Bian glanced at the blood on Fan Wuxi's body. Although the blood didn't show much color on the black material, the dried up place had become stiff and glaring. He hesitated and said, "You are injured more seriously. Clean your wounds."
"I'm fine, let's deal with yours first."
"I only have three places, but you may have more than one."
Fan Wuxi smiled slightly: "Is elder brother worried about me?"
Xie Bian was stunned for a moment, a little annoyed: "When is it..."
"Or are you embarrassed to take off your clothes in front of me?"
"What time are you still talking nonsense!" Jie Bian said angrily, "There are priorities, I'm afraid that your injury will delay our business!"
"That is to worry about me." Fan Wuzhen looked at Xie Bian tenderly, and said softly, "I am so happy that brother cares so much about my injury."
"Stop talking nonsense." Jie Bian subconsciously avoided that sincere look.
"But I'll deal with you first." Fan Wuzhen continued before Xie Bian could speak, "I have many injuries on my body. If you don't take care of them, how can you help me?"
"...Okay." Xie Bian took off his shirt bravely. One of his injuries was on his arm and two were on his back.
This well-proportioned body, as white as jade, has always been a fatal temptation to Fan Wuzhen, but at this moment, he has no romantic heart, just looking at those ferocious scratches, his heart aches unceasingly.
Xie Bian drew out the dagger and handed it to Fan Wushi.
Fan Wuzhen took the dagger, frowned and looked at the wound, but he still didn't dare to move it.
Xie Bian simply snatched it back, aimed at the wound on his arm, and stabbed into the carrion. He was shaking from the pain, but he still managed to gouged out the piece of flesh quickly until new blood gushed out.
"Brother..." Fan Wuxi grabbed his wrist and sprinkled the hemostatic medicine on the wound, looking at the pale and distorted face, his heart ached as if these knives had been stabbed at his own heart.
Xie Bian took a few breaths, handed the dagger to Fan Wuye, turned around, and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up."
Fan Wuxi gritted his teeth, and stroked the blade on the back a few times, but he was reluctant to do so. He has been in hell for a hundred years, and he is used to all the bloody tortures beyond imagination. This injury should not have stirred up a wave in his heart, but because this injury was on the person he cared about the most, he actually softened his hands at this moment.
"Hurry up." Xie Bian emphasized his tone.
Fan Wuzhen stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xie Bian's protruding cervical spine all the way. He said softly, "Brother, bear with it." cutting.
Jie Bian let out a short cry, then clenched his fists and made no sound.
Fan Wuxi covered the bleeding wound with cotton gauze, the dark red blood was reflected in his eyes, and it was also bloody, and his murderous intent boiled in his heart, as if he wanted to smash the entire Netherworld to pieces, but it was hard to dispel his anger, black The dead air took advantage of the void and entered, and the blood veins quietly climbed up the eyeballs.
After quickly applying the medicine and bandaging the wound, Xie Bian was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. He bent his waist, supported the ground with his uninjured arm, and slowly adjusted his breathing.
Fan Wuxi carefully wrapped his arms around his shoulders, letting him lean into his arms: "Brother, if you feel hurt, you can yell, bite me, and vent as you like." He put another wrist around Jie Bian's back back, so they look, like hugging.
Xie Bi'an usually resisted Fan Wushi's approach, but now he seemed to have exhausted his strength, and leaned against Fan Wushi's arms in an intimate but restrained posture, slowly adjusting his breath, waiting for his physical strength to recover.
"You still remember that in the Spiritual Palace at the bottom of Fengming Lake, we were attacked by Feiling envoys and we were all seriously injured." Fan Wuzhen whispered in Jie Bian's ear, "I really hated me at that time. I don’t have the power of the previous life. In fact, it was not just that time. When we went to Fumenghui to investigate the whereabouts of Meng Kefei’s human pill, we met Song Chungui. It was the first time we were in danger. At that time, this body was too small and too weak. If you want to defeat Song Chungui, you must expose your identity, but as long as it is for you, I will not hesitate."
"...you got me out of danger." Again and again.
It's just that Jie Bian didn't say the second half of the sentence, but swallowed it back. He was a little alert in his heart, and just now he followed Fan Wuxi's train of thought to take the initiative to recall the memories he had been moved by.
"Because I swore." Fan Wuxi's breathing suddenly became heavy, "When you... died in front of me, I swore to find you and protect you forever."
Jie Bian felt a dull pain in his heart. He knew that this person brought the blame on himself, but what kind of pain and madness forced a mortal to become an enemy of the entire Netherworld. It was his death that brought this person into a desperate situation. Just letting go of his guts a little bit and experiencing the pain made him shudder.
Xie Bian didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that he would go deep into imagining the misery and horror of hell for a hundred years, he was afraid that his heart would soften.
Enduring the pain, he sat up straight and said lightly, "Come on, it's your turn."
Fan Wuzhen handed the dagger to Xie Bian and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of pain, so you don't need to be nervous."
Having said that, Jie Bian just had a taste of what it was like, and when it was his turn to use the knife, he hesitated for a moment, and then raised the knife and cleaned up the rotten meat.
Fan Wuxi's body trembled, and he naturally spread out his slender and powerful arms, loosely encircling Zhizhi Bian's waist.
Jie Bi paused for a moment: "Don't move around."
"Don't move." Fan Wuxi's voice trembled slightly.
Xie Bian inspected all the seven scratches on Fan Wuxi's body, and frowned deeply. He knew that this person had been tricked several times to protect him, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He was originally a meticulous, sentimental person. When the demon king forced him before, he finally ended up with his life, but this Fan Wuxi in front of him was too smart, and he used the methods he couldn't parry. Bit by bit devour his will.
Xie Bian shook his head, thinking how could he be distracted at this time. He took a deep breath, his eyes became resolute, and he raised the knife to cut the carrion on the ground. Fan Wuxi groaned twice occasionally. Other than that, he just used his hands and feet to get close to Jie Bian, as if this could relieve all the pain. Pain is the most effective hemostatic medicine in the world.
It wasn't until Fan Wuxi was about to hug him, making him unable to strike because of the angle, that he lightly reprimanded: "How can I clean my chest like this?"
"Brother, let me hug you for a while." Fan Wuxi whispered.
"Aren't you afraid of pain?"
"Because of the pain, I'm numb. In hell, I've been tortured day and night, and the pain has become a habit." Fan Wuxi paused, then smiled again, "Actually, it still hurts, but I can bear it."
Xie Bian's heart tightened, he looked at the hideous wound on Fan Wuxi's body, and at the blood dripping from the dagger, he had the illusion that he had stabbed him. Xie Bian's hands were trembling a little, he opened his mouth, but he felt his mouth was dry, and he stammered, "You're in pain, you can, shout."
"Okay." Fan Wuxi tightened his arms, buried his face into Jie Bian's neck, and said in an unbelievably soft tone, "Brother, Xiao Jiu hurts so much."
Xie Bian felt a buzzing sound in his head, a pain in his heart, and he froze on the spot.
"It hurts a lot, big brother, blow it to me." Fan Wuxi closed his eyes, with clear teardrops in the corners of his eyes. Hell for a hundred years, how many times did he call Big Brother when his consciousness was chaotic, he was in too much pain, endless pain, he just wanted Big Brother to save him, but no one came to save him, and finally he stopped hurting. The pain that no one cares about, hide the scream in your heart.
Xie Bian clenched the dagger tightly, staring straight ahead with his eyes straight, preventing his emotions from leaking out.
No, he is not Xiao Jiu, so you must not be confused by him...