The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Junyao's piercing scream tore through the deathly silence before dawn.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin froze, then rushed out like madmen.

Song Yuzhi followed closely behind, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

The heavy sandalwood door was wide open.

Outside the door, there was no towering figure they had imagined.

There is only one... thing.

A lump of rotten flesh.

A mass of rotten flesh, a mixture of sewer sludge, tattered cloth, and dark red blood, no longer recognizable as human.

It reeked of a nauseating, fishy, ​​and putrid stench.

Xiao Ruoye stopped in her tracks, her body seemingly frozen in place.

The small medicine basket that Shen Suxin always carried with her fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering precious herbs all over the ground, but she didn't notice.

"Owner……"

Junyao knelt before the mass of rotting flesh, reaching out her trembling hand, wanting to touch it, yet not daring to.

That faint, almost extinguished breath, that deep-seated bond to the soul, there was no mistake.

It's him.

He was the man who had stirred up the capital the night before, a man who seemed like both a god and a demon.

"Jiang Chen..."

Xiao Ruoye's voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

She walked over step by step, her legs feeling like lead.

When she saw the face that was already a bloody mess, with only a pair of dim golden vertical pupils barely recognizable, she realized that it was a bloody mess.

She could no longer stand; her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees.

"Quick! Get him inside!"

Song Yuzhi was the first to react, her voice trembling with tears.

It took several people working together and using all their strength to lift the light, skeletal body into the hall and place it on the soft carpet.

"My medicine! My medicine!"

Shen Suxin seemed to have her soul taken away, or as if she had been instantly infused with all her power.

She crawled over on all fours and stuffed all the herbs scattered on the ground, no matter how much dust they were covered in, into her bosom.

She rushed to Jiang Chen's side, took out a thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and without bothering to process it, chewed it up with her teeth, pried open Jiang Chen's mouth, and fed it to him little by little, mixing it with her saliva and tears.

Useless.

As soon as the immense life essence of the blood ginseng entered Jiang Chen's body, the strange black runes on the surface of his skin glowed faintly.

All the medicinal effects vanished like mud into the sea, completely swallowed up.

"Why...why did this happen..."

Shen Suxin panicked completely.

From the bottom of the medicine basket, she took out a pill that was entirely green and emitted a refreshing and unique fragrance.

Baicao Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine formula).

The most precious treasure of Medicine King Valley is the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones.

This is the most precious thing about her.

Without hesitation, she crushed the pill, turning it into a pure medicinal liquid, and fed it into Jiang Chen's mouth.

The result was the same.

The black runes flickered even more eerily, while Jiang Chen's aura became even weaker.

"My blood...yes! My blood will do!"

As if grasping at the last straw, Shen Suxin pulled out a delicate little knife from her bosom, aimed it at her wrist, and was about to cut it.

A hand covered in dried blood grabbed her.

She had very little strength, yet she could no longer make any further progress.

Jiang Chen struggled to open his eyelids a crack.

Those once arrogant, dark gold vertical pupils, which looked down upon the world and regarded all things as straw dogs, were now covered with spiderweb-like cracks and had lost their luster.

"Don't... waste your energy..."

His voice was like a broken bellows, every word dripping with blood.

"This is... the Immortal-Slaying Curse of Heavenly Mystery Island..."

"It is... a wound inflicted by the Heavenly Dao... beyond cure by medicine..."

There is no cure.

These four words, like four heaviest iron hammers, shattered the last glimmer of hope in the three women's hearts.

Only suppressed, desperate sobs could be heard in the hall.

"Song Yuzhi..." Jiang Chen's gaze turned to Song Yuzhi, who was already in tears, "Come here..."

With all his might, he removed a blood-stained ring from his finger and placed it in Song Yuzhi's cold hand.

"This place...is the treasure trove of the Jun family and the Dragon Guard...From now on...the Song family...is counting on you..."

Song Yuzhi clutched the ring tightly, shaking his head desperately, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Chen's gaze then turned to Xiao Ruoye.

"Wakaba...you...are the calmest..."

"Take Suxin and Yao'er... and go..."

"Leave the capital...the farther the better...find a place...where nobody knows you...and survive..."

"I'm not leaving!"

Xiao Ruoye suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.

"We're not going anywhere! We'll die together!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Jiang Chen seemed to be stung, and let out a low roar with all his might, which triggered a violent coughing fit, and he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood.

He was panting, a bitter smile on his face.

"I...can't hold on much longer..."

"At most... twenty-seven days..."

Twenty-seven days.

This number, like a death knell, froze the air in the hall.

"The envoy from Tianji Island... has already come..."

Jiang Chen's voice grew softer and softer.

"If you stay here... you'll only... be buried with them..."

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Xiao Ruoye slammed her fist hard against the solid mahogany pillar beside her.

The pillar shook violently, and a clear fist mark appeared on it.

Her knuckles were torn and bleeding profusely, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

Junyao lay on Jiang Chen's chest, already sobbing uncontrollably, her small body trembling violently with grief.

despair.

A deathly despair enveloped everyone.

Just then.

Shen Suxin, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

She hastily wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve.

Her eyes, which always held a hint of timidity and gentleness, now shone with an unprecedented light.

"No."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

"There's still a way."

All eyes were on her.

Shen Suxin walked to Jiang Chen's side, squatted down, and held his cold hand.

She carefully sensed the pulse, filled with an aura of destruction and curse, which was incredibly clear to her body, which was sensitive to the poisons of the herbs.

"Brother Jiang, have you forgotten?"

"The nine extraordinary physiques are not as simple as mutual reinforcement and mutual restraint."

"There is another type of constitution in this world..."

"It... is the nemesis of all curses and poisons..."

A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Chen's dim eyes, only to be replaced by a deeper bitterness.

Of course he knew.

But the price...

"no……"

He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse.

"I can't... drag this down with me anymore..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.

"Jiang Chen!"

"Owner!"

The hall was in chaos once again.

Shen Suxin looked at Jiang Chen, who had fallen into a coma, and slowly stood up.

She turned to Xiao Ruoye and Song Yuzhi, her delicate face displaying a frightening calmness that belied her age.

"I know where to find that kind of constitution that can save him."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"But that place is a death trap, a place where there is no chance of survival."

"Do you... dare to come with me?"

Xiao Ruoye did not answer.

She walked to the wall and picked up a broken knife she had used before.

Use the corner of your clothes to wipe away the bloodstains.

"lead the way."