The birthmark on Xiao Hei’s wrist was so faint that An Yiqing was startled, she imdiately took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into Xiao Hei’s mouth without hesitation.
"Swallow them, good boy."
Xiao Hei didn’t ask what those things were, swallowed them all at once.
Carefully cradling Xiao Hei’s body covered in blood, she turned and walked out. Just as she was about to step out the door, her footsteps paused, and she turned to look at Jiang Xuerou, her watery eyes emitting a cold light.
"Bring her along."
The cold wind blew, Zhang Yufeng and An Zhifeng shuddered, the mistress was angry.
...
An Yiqing holding Xiao Hei, Zhang Yufeng and An Zhifeng paving the way ahead, the two seed like human shredders, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. Several of them fought their way from the basent to the entrance of the bar, the bar’s patrons were scared out of their wits and fled.
An Yiqing, eyes fixed on Xiao Hei, hurriedly dashed out of the bar.
"You two head back by yourselves, I’ll go to Fengshui Street first."
As she spoke, the black rcedes sped away in the night, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In the early morning, Fengshui Street was very quiet, in the alley, all households had their doors tightly shut, entering a peaceful slumber.
A sudden screeching brake sound echoed at the alley entrance, followed by a flurry of frantic footsteps.
Bam bam bam— the wooden door was barely knocked when the person inside, seemingly waiting for a long ti, quickly opened it.
"How did he get hurt like this?!" Tang Zhifeng at a glance saw Xiao Hei covered in blood, his face darkened.
"Old Tang, I need to borrow your place for a while." An Yiqing’s eyes darkened.
Tang Zhifeng turned around without hesitation, leading the way to the last house. After traversing a long corridor, An Yiqing arrived at the circular room for the third ti.
Carefully placing Xiao Hei on the round platform, An Yiqing quickly undid his little clothes. The silk pouch was released, instantly, silver lights danced in the air.
This was the first ti Tang Zhifeng saw An Yiqing perform needlework personally, his eyes showing a bit of surprise, quickly masked by concern for Xiao Hei.
"Old Tang, Xiao Hei’s birthmark is fading, I need your help." An Yiqing grabbed Xiao Hei’s wrist.
Seeing that wrist, as if diluted ink was sared to form a faint grey, Tang Zhifeng’s heart sank. The paler the birthmark, the weaker Xuanwu’s life force. If the birthmark completely faded, then Xuanwu long lost its life.
Quickly pondering in his mind, Tang Zhifeng had an idea.
"I don’t know if this way will work, but given the situation, we must try."
"Tell ."
"The aura and bloodline amongst the Four Divine Beasts are interconnected, the spiritual power is also from a common source, maybe White Tiger’s spiritual power can assist in healing Xuanwu. But, they haven’t unlocked the seal yet, I don’t know if it will be effective." Tang Zhifeng frowned tightly, the spiritual power of the Four Divine Beasts complented each other, but only after unlocking the seal, given the current situation...
"Whether it works or not, we have to try it."
An Yiqing’s red lips pressed tight, heart stirred, Tang Zhifeng saw a flash of gold and white, a gold cat and a white cat appeared out of nowhere.
"What’s going on? Who’s the bastard that beat Xiao Hei like this?!" Fatty Mao Er, who was sleeping, saw Xiao Hei covered in blood, and his blue cat eyes instantly turned red.
Old Jin said nothing, but his fur stood on end.
"Both of you try to transmit spiritual power to Xiao Hei, he now needs the Divine Beast’s strength to heal."
Upon hearing An Yiqing’s words, Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er didn’t hesitate, pointed their paws, jumped onto the round platform, and transferred their spiritual power into Xiao Hei’s body like there was no tomorrow.
As Soul Severing Grass, Little Green broke off a piece of leaf and fed it into Xiao Hei’s mouth. It hoped its ability to cure all ailnts and detoxify could help Xiao Hei recover.
As ti ticked by, Fatty Mao Er and Old Jin’s limbs began to tremble, their spiritual power almost exhausted. But the birthmark on Xiao Hei’s wrist grew fainter with no sign of improvent.
An Yiqing’s face darkened further, she suddenly stood up, walked out of the room. Tang Zhifeng watched her back, parted his lips to speak but only sighed.
Under the night sky, An Yiqing stood in the open courtyard. In her hand, she held a thin jade piece.
Crack— her slender hand applied force, shattering the jade piece in response.
An Yiqing raised her eyes towards the distance, and once again entered the room, heart constantly hoping that person would arrive soon.
Xiao Hei’s face grew paler, Old Jin’s eyes turned red, letting out a loud howl.
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