10: Detoxification

Mo Yuhan dragged the almost exhausted Liu Erlong into a relatively secluded rock crevice, draped with vines, only after the screeching sound behind them had completely disappeared, having run for an unknown period of time.

“Plop!”

Liu Erlong could no longer hold on, sliding down against the cold rock wall to sit on the ground, immediately followed by heavy, gasping breaths, each inhale accompanied by a deep, raspy sound.

The wound on her left arm was already a blackish-purple, completely obscuring her former honey-colored skin; numbness had spread to her shoulder and half of her chest, and her lips had begun to turn an ominous bluish-purple.

Meanwhile, cold sweat beaded on her other untouched honey-colored skin, and the violently heaving, full bosom and taut waistline beneath her torn leather armor now exuded a tragic beauty on the verge of fading.

Mo Yuhan’s small face was grave as he quickly knelt down to examine her wound.

He discovered that the blackish-purple toxins around her wound were spreading like a spiderweb, her skin was icy cold, and her muscles were rigid.

“The Ten-Thousand-Year Ghost-Faced Demon Spider, its venom is very troublesome.”

Mo Yuhan’s voice remained calm, but his words were much faster, “The paralyzing toxin has penetrated very deeply; detoxifying pills won’t suppress it. The core source of the poison must be sucked out, otherwise, you won’t last half an hour.”

In Dou Qi Continent, he had indeed made a lot of money by reselling some Spirit Beast corpses from Douluo Continent, taking advantage of information asymmetry, and thus bought many antidote pills.

However, at present, the venom of this Ten-Thousand-Year Ghost-Faced Demon Spider was exceptionally fierce; he had to first use the power of the Xuan Huang Flame to suck out most of the toxins before Liu Erlong could be completely out of danger.

Liu Erlong’s consciousness was somewhat blurry; upon hearing the words “suck out,” she weakly raised her eyes to look at the small boy in front of her, a flush of abnormal redness and annoyance appearing on her honey-golden face: “Li… Little brat, what… what are you saying?”

Letting a seven or eight-year-old brat… suck her wounds?

Her wounds weren’t just on her arm; they were almost all over her body, on her back, her tailbone, and even near her collarbone on her chest.

“No time!”

Mo Yuhan’s tone was decisive, carrying an undeniable resolution, “My Spirit is the Xuan Huang Flame; its primordial fire can temporarily suppress the toxin’s activity, reducing the toxic backlash when sucked out. Trust me, or wait for death!”

His dark eyes stared directly into Liu Erlong’s increasingly unfocused crimson pupils, with no hint of jest.

Looking at the boy’s eyes, which held a calmness and undeniable resolve beyond his age, and feeling the increasingly heavy numbness and coldness in her body, the last shred of girlish shame and pride in Liu Erlong’s heart was crushed into dust before death.

Anyway, he was just a little kid. She closed her eyes resignedly, her long eyelashes trembling, and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: “…Quick!”

Mo Yuhan made a swift decision, no longer hesitating.

He extended his small hand, first placing it a few inches above Liu Erlong’s wound.

“Xuan Huang Flame!” With a low shout, the dark, heavy Xuan Huang Flame, carrying an ancient aura, instantly surged from his palm, yet it did not scorch the skin. Instead, it formed a thin, gentle, dark yellow membrane of light, covering the skin around Liu Erlong’s wound.

Strangely, when the spreading blackish-purple toxin touched this dark yellow light membrane, its spread noticeably slowed, even slightly receding.

Immediately after, Mo Yuhan lowered his head, his small mouth unhesitatingly covering the very center of the grotesque wound, the darkest and coldest blackish-purple area.

“Mm…”

Liu Erlong’s body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed groan.

An indescribable sensation instantly swept over her—first, a scorching heat at the wound, followed by a sharp, piercing pain after the suction, then a strong pull and the strange tingling sensation of numbness being drawn away.

She could clearly feel that with the boy’s sucking, a cold, viscous, sweet-smelling substance was being forcibly pulled from deep within her body.

Mo Yuhan sucked with extreme force each time, his small face slightly flushed from the effort.

After sucking out a mouthful of thick, putrid blackish-purple toxic blood, he immediately turned his head and spat it onto a nearby rock. The toxic blood made a faint sizzling sound upon landing, corroding the rock’s surface.

He did not stop, immediately leaning down again, covering the wound, and repeating the actions of sucking, spitting, and sucking again.

The light inside the rock crevice was dim, illuminated only by the faint, dark glow of the Xuan Huang Flame.

Liu Erlong leaned against the cold rock wall, her honey-golden skin slightly flushed from weakness and this strange sensation. Sweat mixed with stream water trickled down her taut waist and hip curves, disappearing into the edges of her torn leather armor.

Her long, muddy legs were curled up weakly.

She half-closed her eyes, her long, crimson eyelashes trembling, and her full, red lips slightly parted, emitting suppressed and broken gasps.

Her wild, sensual body, now weakened and undergoing this “treatment,” presented a breathtaking beauty, a mixture of pain and a strange sense of release.

As Mo Yuhan sucked forcefully again and again, the color of the blood flowing from the wound finally changed from blackish-purple to dark red, and then to bright red.

The spiderweb-like blackish-purple toxin around the wound also visibly receded, and her skin regained some warmth.

Liu Erlong felt the deadly cold numbness rapidly withdrawing from her body, and her heavy breathing also became a little smoother.

“Hoo…”

Mo Yuhan spat out the last mouthful of foul blood and straightened up, his small face somewhat pale, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and his lips appearing somewhat purplish due to contact with the toxins.

He quickly pulled out two detoxifying pills from his pouch, swallowing one himself and unceremoniously pushing the other into Liu Erlong’s mouth.

“Chew it up and swallow it; it will clear the remaining toxins.”

His voice carried a hint of fatigue, but his eyes were still clear. After doing all this, he leaned against the rock wall and sat down, breathing slightly, listening vigilantly to the sounds outside.

Liu Erlong chewed the pill as instructed; a cool sensation flowed down her throat, quickly neutralizing the residual numbness in her body.

She looked down at her left arm; although the wound was still grotesque, the deadly black aura had disappeared, and the sharp pain had become clear and normal. Although her honey-colored skin had not fully recovered, it was clear that she was out of danger.

She looked again at the small figure resting opposite her, eyes closed in meditation, her crimson eyes filled with an unprecedented mix of complex emotions—the relief of surviving a disaster, the absurdity of being saved by a child, and an indescribable shock intertwined.

This unfamiliar little brat, who was only at level twenty, not only saved her twice but also, in this manner, dragged her back from the gates of hell.

The future wild Fire Dragon Queen, for the first time in front of an eight-year-old child, felt a sense of… being suppressed and utterly unable to refute.

Beneath her torn leather armor, her honey-colored skin gently rose and fell with her breathing. She opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing, merely closing her eyes wearily, seizing the time to recover her strength.

The wind in the forest passed through the rock crevice, blowing her sweat-soaked crimson hair and caressing the exposed honey-colored skin of her taut waist and abdomen.