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Chapter 227 Holding Him Tightly Amidst Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood
Deep in the cave.

Fu Ying looked at the duck in the bathtub. Its fair skin was stained red with blood, and its body was contorted. It floated up and down in the medicinal liquid. Perhaps it was the stimulation of the liquid that caused it to be in pain all over its body. Its long eyebrows were furrowed, and its clenched teeth made a "click, click" sound.

Rebuilding bones and muscles is not difficult, but extremely painful, like scraping flesh from bones. However, now is not the time to be soft-hearted. Although Wu is very unlucky to have encountered such a thing, everything is destroyed before it is rebuilt. This time, perhaps it is an opportunity for him.

Suddenly, something moved inside the waist pouch, and a fluffy little head popped out and darted onto the armrest's shoulder.

It tilted its head, glanced at the duck in the bathtub, its dark eyes swirling in the medicinal liquid. Its nose twitched slightly, and the rich spiritual energy in the bathtub surged, causing the tip of its tail to straighten involuntarily.

"If you dare to jump in, then we'll both perish." Fu Ying didn't even raise her head, her voice was indifferent, and her movements didn't stop. She continued to methodically put spiritual herbs into the bathtub, so that the medicinal liquid inside could continuously repair Wu's broken body.

Upon hearing her voice, the ferret's outstretched paws immediately froze, rooted to the spot.

It slowly retracted its claws, gripped the clothes on Fuying's shoulder, and stared straight at her with its dark eyes, but could only see her profile with a faint blush, as if it had been steamed by heat.

Fuying ignored its gaze, glanced at the steaming spiritual energy in the bathtub, turned around and walked to the straw, where she sat down cross-legged.

“I know you’re following me to borrow my spiritual energy to suppress the poison in your body, but the spiritual herbs gathered here are meant to save lives. If you absorb them and the person can’t be saved, then we’ll die together.”

She closed her eyes, her voice was extremely cold, and in an instant, a shimmering aura of spiritual energy surged around her.

The ferret twitched its wet nose, but ultimately didn't jump into the bathtub to "feast." Instead, it curled up on Fuying's shoulder, its fluffy tail brushing against her sweaty neck, silently absorbing the spiritual energy emanating from her.

The cave fell silent for a moment, save for the lonely sound of the churning medicinal liquid and Wu's suppressed, painful gasps.

Two days passed, and the medicinal solution in the bathtub was changed countless times, but Wu's suffering never stopped.

That evening, a "crackling" sound suddenly came from the bathtub, which sounded very eerie in the silent cave.

Fuying, who was sitting cross-legged on the straw, suddenly opened her eyes, and the ferret on her shoulder also straightened up.

Fuying got up and quickly walked to the bathtub. Watching Wu's severed limbs being reattached, the newly formed bones gleaming with a jade-like luster, his expression did not relax but instead became even more tense.

The influx of spiritual energy into the body and the reconnection of broken bones is just the beginning. This extremely painful moment is also the best time to reshape the star pattern. With the double pain compounded, the slightest mistake will lead to failure.

If it fails...

Fu Ying stared at the duck for a long time, then pursed her red lips.

He lay in the bathtub, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his bones cracking and reshaping, his skin cracking inch by inch, only to heal rapidly under the nourishment of the elixir. The recurring, excruciating pain was like a slow, agonizing torture, which made him suddenly open his eyes!

Jin Hong's eyes were bloodshot, but she couldn't lift her hand to grip the edge of the bathtub.

The transformation from a cocoon to a butterfly is always a matter of life and death.

Fu Ying's pupils contracted, and he shouted sharply, "Wu! Concentrate!"

Before he could finish speaking, blood seeped from his pores, and in an instant, Wu became a blood-soaked figure. The sound of bones dislocating continued. He trembled as he raised his head, his golden and red eyes looking at Fuying, his pupils unfocused, and death spreading.

The ferret perched on the armrest quietly watched the duck. Just as it was about to look away, it noticed the person beneath it move.

Fu Ying stepped into the bathtub without hesitation, and the medicinal liquid instantly soaked through her clothes.

The ferret darted out like lightning, not following Fuying into the bathtub. It hovered in mid-air, flicked its tail, and a rare look of surprise appeared in its usually emotionless black eyes.

It seemed unable to understand why Fuying would care so much about a dying male.

Fu Ying pulled Wu into her arms, wrapping her arms around his waist so he could lean against her. The surging spiritual energy around her, mixed with the medicinal aroma from the bathtub, seeped into Wu's bones and blood layer by layer. Under the intense pain, Wu's body convulsed even more violently.

"Ah—" He leaned his head on the armrest and roared in pain.

Driven by excruciating pain, he suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard on the neck that was so close to his mouth. Sharp canine teeth pierced the skin, and warm blood meandered down his collarbone, spreading the medicine to a deeper color.

Fuying's eyelashes didn't even tremble.

Fu Ying simply held him quietly, her spiritual energy washing over Wu's shattered body like a tide, outlining intricate patterns on his bone surface. Although it couldn't replace his excruciating pain, it could bring him great benefits when reshaping the star pattern.

The ferret's obsidian-like eyes reflected the two people embracing in the bathtub.

It saw the bloody wounds on Fuying's body, and also her suddenly tense and pale back.

In a daze, Wu felt as if he had been thrown into an abyss.

With all four limbs severed and bones shattered, covered in blood, even breathing was excruciatingly painful. Unable to move, he could only endure the beasts' devouring. The intense pain of being on the verge of death caused his body to spasm uncontrollably.

The pain was so intense that even screams were no longer audible.

Gradually, the wild beasts dispersed, leaving him only a broken skeleton.

Even so, he did not die; he still had a breath left.

The cold wind howled, pain swept through my body, bringing a bone-chilling cold. Finally... am I going to die?
“Duck…”

He vaguely heard someone calling him. The voice was soft and gentle, somewhat unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar. Who was it?
Amidst the excruciating pain, the coldness subsided, and he was enveloped in warmth, as if someone were lifting his broken, withered bones. A faint medicinal fragrance lingered around his nose, mixed with an indescribable sweet scent.

"Wu, don't be afraid..."

"I am here……"

The extremely soft sound pierced his numb senses like a sharp sword, one sound after another, each one reaching his ears.

Her blood-stained eyelashes trembled slightly, and her unfocused pupils struggled to focus.

Through the blurry vision, there was a section of neck as white as jade. But now, the skin that should have been flawless was torn open, the flesh was mangled and bloody, as if it had been bitten by a wild beast, and the blood was dripping out, a shocking sight.

Wu's chaotic consciousness suddenly cleared.

He tried to step back, but found his limbs weak, his hands and feet limp, so heavy that he couldn't muster any strength at all.

Just then, a soft shout rang in my ears: "Concentrate! Reshape the star pattern!"

This is the sound of the fuling pillar.

This realization jolted Wu awake, finally making him aware of his surroundings. He looked down at the female's slender shoulder line, which seemed so delicate it would break at any moment, yet it had become his only support.

She was the one who pulled him out of the abyss and held him tight.

Reshape the star pattern?

Yes, she said she would let him soar through the skies again.

Wu gasped for breath, leaning against Fuying's shoulder, smelling the strong scent of blood. He had never been so clear-headed.

Was the wound on her neck inflicted by him?
(End of this chapter)