Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 312 Poisoning
This time, Asahi brought a first-aid kit with her, containing all the commonly used medical supplies.

While Chaolu was giving the man in black an emergency first aid, Xiao Wang was not idle either. He observed the courtyard walls on both sides and found that there were many traces left by a fight on the walls, as well as shoe prints.

Based on the direction of the shoe prints, Xiao Wang judged that someone must have used their lightness skill to fly up the courtyard wall.

Unable to use martial arts, he could only rely on his uncle's lightness skill to carry him up the wall.

On the other side of the courtyard wall was a backyard, which seemed to be uninhabited. Even with such a commotion outside, the courtyard remained quiet, and there wasn't a single light on inside the house.

Xiao Wang discovered some footprints on the wall. Judging from the size and shape of the footprints, they should belong to a man and a woman.

He carefully examined the woman's footprints and guessed that they might be Yan Ciwan's footprints, while the other person's footprints might be from the Venerable Envoy.

They followed the footprints and soon found that the footprints disappeared.

Xiao Wang said, "Go down."

Uncle Nine immediately carried him down the courtyard wall and landed on the grass in the backyard.

Under the bright moonlight, Xiao Wang saw footprints on the grass, and their size and shape matched those on the wall. So he followed the footprints and continued searching.

Judging from the distribution and direction of the footprints, it seems that the envoy ran ahead and Yan Ciwan chased after him.

If that's the case, it means Yan Ciwan has the absolute upper hand, so she should be fine... right?

Finally, they stopped under a jujube tree. Besides the footprints, there was also some blood on the ground.

Xiao Wang's heart tightened. He immediately squatted down to examine the bloodstains carefully and found that they were black, indicating that he had been poisoned.

He grew increasingly anxious. Could it be that Aci had been injured or poisoned?

Uncle Nine suddenly spoke up: "How come there's a handkerchief here?"

Xiao Wang stood up, looked up, and saw a white embroidered handkerchief tied to the branch of the jujube tree.

Just by looking at the way it was tied, you can tell that someone deliberately left it here.

Uncle Nine used his lightness skill to jump onto the tree, untied the embroidered handkerchief, and handed it to Xiao Wang after landing.

Xiao Wang quickly unfolded the embroidered handkerchief. Two chubby little swallows were embroidered on the front, while a line of words was written in black blood on the back—

I am well and have already gone to the main altar. Don't worry about me.

Xiao Wang clutched the embroidered handkerchief tightly, looked at the vast night ahead, and whispered that person's name.

"Aci."

But the person had already gone far away, and his calls went unanswered. All around him now, there was only the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the branches.

……

All entrances and exits to the West Market have been closed, so Yan Ciwan would have to climb over the wall to leave.

In a dark corner where no one was paying attention, Yan Ciwan glanced at the high wall in front of her. It wouldn't be difficult for her to climb over it with her light-footed skills. The difficulty lay in having a burden by her side.

She looked at the envoy who was slumped on the ground and asked, "Can you still use your lightness skill?"

The envoy's mask had been removed, revealing him to be quite handsome. However, due to the severe poisoning, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was weak in his limbs, his body trembling from time to time.

Hearing Yan Ciwan's question, he said weakly, "Look at me now, do I look like I can use light-body skills?"

Yan Ciwan frowned, looking very impatient: "You're so useless."

The envoy's face twitched slightly, whether from the discomfort of the poison or from anger at her, it was hard to tell.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. Isn't my current state all thanks to you?" Yan Ciwan crossed her arms and smiled smugly. "You were poisoned by my needles because you couldn't beat me. In the end, it's all because you're too useless."

The envoy gritted his teeth and said, slowly and deliberately, "Give me the antidote."

"Sorry, there is no antidote."

Your Excellency does not believe it.

Yan Ciwan spread her hands, her expression quite frank: "The poison needles were given to me by someone else. I have no idea what kind of poison was applied to the silver needles, so naturally there is no antidote."

Seeing her so confident, the envoy began to panic: "Does that mean I'm going to die soon?"

Even if he sealed the acupoints and tightened his wrists with a belt to slow the spread of the poison, this could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Without an antidote, he would still be doomed in the future.

He suddenly reached out his left hand, grabbed Yan Ciwan's skirt, and said through gritted teeth.

"If I die, your grandmother will die too. You must save me!"

Yan Ciwan kicked his hand away without hesitation. She smiled at the envoy and said calmly, "Don't worry, I definitely won't let you die."

The envoy hurriedly pressed, "What's your plan?"

Yan Ciwan slowly drew Ning Dao, its bright, sharp blade gleaming in the night.

She pointed the knife at the envoy's right hand and said slowly, "As long as I cut off this arm, the poison won't spread throughout your body, and you won't die."

The envoy suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at her in disbelief.

How could she come up with such a vicious plan?!
Yan Ciwan reminded her, "You don't have much time left. It's either your arm or your life. Choose quickly."

The envoy trembled all over: "I want both of them."

Yan Ciwan looked helpless: "I'm sorry, that's impossible. You have to give up one of the two."

The envoy's right arm was almost completely numb. He knew that his entire right arm had been completely corroded by the poison, and if he did not make a decision soon, the poison would soon spread to other parts of his body.

He took a deep breath and finally steeled himself to make his choice.

"I want to live, but how will you stop the bleeding after you cut off my arm? If the bleeding doesn't stop, I'll die anyway."

Yan Ciwan immediately swiftly cut a piece of cloth from his black cloak and said, "Wait here for me."

After saying that, she turned and left, her figure quickly disappearing into the night.

The envoy rolled up his right sleeve, revealing that the skin on his right arm had turned bluish-purple, and the needle marks on the back of his hand were rotting and oozing pus. His face was extremely pale, and he kept repeating Yan Ciwan's name in his mind.

It's all because of her that he ended up in this situation.

He wished he could grind her bones to dust!

But she was the person the sorcerer specifically requested, so he not only couldn't kill her, but also had to protect her well.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

Yan Ciwan returned quickly.

She said mysteriously, "I've found something good that can stop bleeding."

Concerned about his own safety, the envoy was very concerned. He immediately opened his eyes and saw that Yan Ciwan was holding a small cloth bag. The cloth looked familiar; it was the same cloth that Yan Ciwan had just cut off from his cloak.

Yan Ciwan put the cloth bag on the ground and drew Ning Dao again: "I'm about to make my move, so don't move. If I accidentally cut you somewhere else, don't blame me."