Chapter 654: Chapter 654: Corpse Poison
A looming fear surrounded her.
Wen Xiao’ai, who had never feared life or death, seemed to understand at this moment what death truly meant.
The sound of Wen Xiao’ai’s frightened voice and cries were constantly coming through the phone, while Jun Moyan’s voice, so weak it was barely audible, was driving Qing Yi crazy.
"Drive faster."
He yelled angrily to the bodyguard driving in front.
"Stay calm."
The drunkard beside him reached out and grasped Qing Yi’s hand.
Qing Yi turned his head, looking at the drunkard.
The anxiety in his heart eased significantly upon seeing the drunkard’s eyes.
With the drunkard here, nothing would go wrong.
Four identical black Hummers sped through the red lights, reaching the street where Wen Xiao’ai and the others were within fifteen minutes.
Almost at the moment the car stopped, Qing Yi jumped out of the car with a medical box, rushing towards the black Maybach parked by the roadside.
The drunkard also hurriedly got out of the car.
When Wen Xiao’ai saw Qing Yi and the others arrive, she opened the car door on Jun Moyan’s side.
Qing Yi saw at a glance Jun Moyan’s bare back.
Five dark, bloody holes had been punctured by something unknown, continuously oozing black blood, with wisps of black smoke even rising.
The skin around the wound was a bluish-gray color.
Seeing the situation, the drunkard felt his heart sink.
"Poisoned."
"First, move Third Young Master to the back seat." Qing Yi put the medical box down on the ground and, together with the drunkard, moved Jun Moyan to the back seat.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai covered in blood, Qing Yi quickly asked, "Miss Wen, where are you hurt?"
"I’m fine." Wen Xiao’ai replied, got out of the car, and went to the back seat.
Wen Xiao’ai got into the car, propped up the unconscious Jun Moyan, letting him lean on her, leaving his wounded back for the drunkard.
Qing Yi drove, taking the three of them back to Wu Garden.
The lighting in the car wasn’t bright enough, so the drunkard took out a small flashlight and shone it on Jun Moyan’s back, checking the wound.
He lightly pressed his fingers against the rotting skin around the wound, watching thin wisps of black gas seep out, and knitted his brows tightly together.
He looked up at Wen Xiao’ai, who was holding Jun Moyan, also examining his wound and occasionally sobbing.
"What hurt him?" the drunkard asked.
"It was, it was..."
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t know how to tell him, stammering for quite a while, she couldn’t say it was Wu Zhihan, who had turned into a fierce ghost, who hurt him.
The uncertainty and evasive look in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes made the drunkard sure that this wound wasn’t caused by a human.
Was it caused by a demon?
What kind of demon?
"Do you know what kind of poison this is?"
"Corpse poison."
Wen Xiao’ai did not hide this.
"Which ’shi’?" Qing Yi, who was driving in front, asked.
The answer came from the drunkard.
"Corpse as in ’dead body’."
"Corpse poison? What kind of poison is that? Is it potent? Can it be cured?" It was the first time hearing about this poison.
"Potent, certainly potent. It’s the first time I’ve seen it too." The drunkard’s expression was grave, looking at Jun Moyan’s still rotting wound, feeling at a loss.
He had only heard about corpse poison from his master and read a bit about it in books.
Corpse poison is essentially a virus that forms from decomposing bodies.
In medical terms, there has never been the term "corpse poison."
Replace it with another doctor, and they’d probably have no idea what it is.
There are many tales about corpse poison among the folks.
The drunkard had never encountered it, but immediately knew what Wen Xiao’ai meant, simply because, after Xi Ge’s death, he read many books about whether people would turn into ghosts or monsters after they died.
He, too, once believed in such things.