Namgung Il erged from the trap room and entered the passage.
With this, he could say that the danger of being exposed to the poison smoke was over, but it was by no ans a situation where he could relax.
"Haa— Haa—."
Tang Wol-yeong was still lying on the floor, breathing roughly as if in pain.
Just by looking, she seed to be in a very dangerous state, so Namgung Il imdiately went to her side and placed a hand on her forehead.
'...Hot.'
A considerable fever was radiating from her forehead.
After confirming that, Namgung Il visually inspected Tang Wol-yeong's body.
"...!"
Namgung Il imdiately discovered a suspicious mark on Tang Wol-yeong's leg.
Lifting her clothes slightly revealed her bare skin.
There, a faint mark remained as if she had been bitten by sothing, and the skin around it was discolored to a dark blue.
'She was bitten after all.'
It was easy to guess what the identity of this mark was.
Not only on her leg, but there were also bite marks on her arm.
After rolling up her clothes to reveal all the wounds, Namgung Il placed a hand on Tang Wol-yeong's abdon.
"..."
If left alone, Tang Wol-yeong would eventually die.
Even at this mont, the poison would be spreading throughout her body through her blood.
No matter how much she had learned poison arts, if an unbearable amount of poison accumulated in her body, she would eventually die, just like an ordinary person.
'I have to draw out the poison.'
For now, that was the only way to save Tang Wol-yeong.
Normally, she would have to control her own internal energy to draw out the poison from her body, but how could she do that when she couldn't even properly regain consciousness?
In the end, there was no choice but for soone from the outside to help her draw out the poison.
"..."
It was very dangerous to carelessly interfere with another person's qi and blood from the outside.
An act that could lead to both parties' qi and blood becoming twisted and falling into qi deviation with just a slight mistake.
That's why it was an act that should be avoided unless it was a truly urgent situation, but now was that very urgent situation.
Woong—.
Namgung Il, in contact with Tang Wol-yeong, slowly raised his internal energy.
It was now too late to turn back as if nothing had happened.
Either he would safely draw out Tang Wol-yeong's poison, or both of them would have to die.
'Slowly... let's lure out the poison without interfering as much as possible.'
This action was more dangerous when the opponent was conscious.
It was more convenient to proceed with the work if Tang Wol-yeong remained unconscious until everything was over.
"..."
As expected, a considerable amount of poison was flowing through Tang Wol-yeong's qi and blood.
Like water and oil, the poison was floating there as an independent entity, slowly eating away at Tang Wol-yeong's qi and blood.
Woong—!
Namgung Il sent his internal energy there.
Very slowly, so as not to give any other stimulation and only drive out the poison.
Unless one's skill in handling internal energy was as outstanding as Namgung Il's, this level of delicate work was absolutely impossible.
Wriggle—.
Following Namgung Il's guidance, the poison that had been in her qi and blood began to move slowly.
As it moved, the poison gradually gathered in one place and swelled in size, and Namgung Il finally drove the poison towards the wound.
Jureuk—.
Sothing black flowed out from the wound.
At first glance, it looked like blood, but that was the poison that had been in Tang Wol-yeong's qi and blood.
"..."
Namgung Il continued to repeat the sa work as before.
As ti passed, more and more thick poison ca out of the wound, and accordingly, Tang Wol-yeong's boiling fever also gradually subsided.
'...This is it.'
It could be said that she had passed the crisis.
If he had his way, he would have wanted to draw out all the poison in her body, but any more than this would be impossible to proceed without shocking Tang Wol-yeong.
This was the limit of what he could do alone.
Swoosh—.
Namgung Il finally opened his eyes and checked Tang Wol-yeong's condition.
Her complexion was definitely better than before. Her breathing was also definitely stable.
Buuk—.
Namgung Il tore his clothes with his hands and made a temporary bandage.
With a few of them, he wiped the poison on Tang Wol-yeong's skin, and the rest he tied slightly above the wound to prevent the poison from reaching her heart.
'...With this, I've done all I can.'
The rest was up to Tang Wol-yeong to endure on her own.
He had just set up a small support for Tang Wol-yeong to stand up on her own.
In the end, what determined life and death, no matter the situation, was one's own will.
"Stay still."
"I'm... not going to die, am I?"
"If you just have the will to live, you can endure any kind of poison."
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"...Don't treat ?"
"No, I'm sorry."
In the past, when he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, Dang Cheol-go had treated him while saying that.
But to think he would be giving the sa treatnt he had received back then to that fellow's granddaughter.
Namgung Il looked at the collapsed Tang Wol-yeong and said in a low voice.
"Don't give up, Tang Wol-yeong."
"..."
"As long as you don't give up, I will never give up either."
It was the sa for Gwangcheon.
Since both of them had only received simple first aid, they had to get out as soon as possible and receive proper treatnt.
"..."
Namgung Il silently looked at the two people collapsed on the floor.
When only Gwangcheon had collapsed, he could carry him and move, but if he had to take Tang Wol-yeong with him, that thod was impossible.
'...I have no choice.'
In the end, Namgung Il wrapped his right arm around Tang Wol-yeong's waist and lifted her.
Accordingly, her body drooped like a fish hung from the ceiling.
In that state, Namgung Il also approached Gwangcheon and lifted him in the sa way with his left arm.
"..."
In fact, lifting the two people in this way was not good.
In a situation where they needed to rest as much as possible, if they moved while dangling in the air, wouldn't it have so effect on their bodies?
That's why when he had moved Gwangcheon, he had carried him carefully so as not to transmit as much shock as possible, but now, Namgung Il had no leisure to consider such things.
"It's uncomfortable, but just bear with it for a little while."
This was the best way to move two people at the sa ti by himself.
Namgung Il said to the two as if he were sorry, but as expected, there was no reply.
Thud— Thud—.
In that state, Namgung Il began to advance through the passage.
After walking for so ti, as expected, another door appeared in front.
"..."
Namgung Il already knew that that door was not very important.
As if to vent his anger so far, he stood close to the door and lifted one foot.
He had intended to kick the door with all his might, but Namgung Il, realizing the beings in his arms, flinched for a mont.
"...No."
If he had kicked the door hard like that, the shock would have been transmitted to the two as well.
To think he had tried to make such a mistake, no matter how angry he was... Namgung Il gently placed his foot and slowly pushed the door.
Kkiiik—.
Fortunately, the door opened easily with just a little force from his foot.
As the door seed to have opened to so extent, Namgung Il carefully passed through the gap so that the two would not hit the door.
"..."
As expected, after passing through the door, multiple doors were visible on all sides, as had been the case until now.
A ti to choose between the right path and the wrong path.
If he chose the wrong path, he could no longer predict what kind of trap would be waiting for him.
'I have to choose the right path...'
The traps in the trap rooms were a problem, but the more he entered the wrong path, the more the ti to get to the exit would be delayed.
The more that happened, the more the stamina of the two would decrease.
From now on, he really needed to choose carefully.
Swoosh—.
Namgung Il carefully examined the doors from the left.
Of course, it was the sa door he had seen until now, but a will to sohow find a clue could be felt in Namgung Il's gaze.
'...As expected, I can't see anything special.'
The first door was like that, and the second was the sa.
In the first place, he didn't think the person who had made a labyrinth like this would kindly mark the exit on the door.
To be looking for a clue like this while knowing that... It felt very unpleasant, as if everything was flowing according to the intention of the person who had made the labyrinth.
"..."
Without gaining any particular harvest, Namgung Il turned his head to the third door on the far right.
At that mont, a question appeared on Namgung Il's face.
His expression was clearly different from when he had looked at the first and second doors.
"What is this?"
Such words couldn't help but pop out of his mouth without him realizing it.
The state of the third door was that incomprehensible.
Namgung Il's steps were already heading for that door.
"..."
As expected, even looking at it up close, the door was wide open.
It wasn't the door he had just co through, but for a door to be open like this... It was a situation he had never seen before.
'Why is the door open?'
To be clear, he had not touched that door at all.
Then did that door open by itself?
It was a situation where even a ghost would cry, so Namgung Il's mind couldn't help but beco complicated.
'The door is open... Then can I go this way?'
It felt like it was luring him.
That's why it also exuded a dangerous atmosphere, but for so reason, Namgung Il couldn't take his eyes off that open door.
"..."
Until now, he had only chosen doors based on his feeling.
The result was all trap rooms. If so, wouldn't it be okay to try choosing a door in a different way this ti?
Namgung Il didn't think this door was just open.
'...Let's go.'
In the end, Namgung Il chose the third door.
If all the thods so far had been wrong, the result would only change if he made a change in so way.
Even if the area beyond this was a trap room, Namgung Il thought it was a gamble worth trying.
Thud— Thud—.
Namgung Il passed through the open door as it was.
He had thought the door he had passed through on the way might close, but even as he continued to walk through the passage, the sound of the door closing from behind was not heard.
"..."
As if it were a natural sequence, a door also appeared at the end of the passage.
Unlike the entrance he had co through, this ti it was a firmly shut exit.
Before approaching it, Namgung Il carefully put the two down on the floor.
'I should go and check if it's safe or not first.'
It wouldn't be too late to take the two after that.
Of course, the door might automatically close like in the previous trap room, but if he was sufficiently on guard, he would be able to co back here before that.
Kkiiik—.
Namgung Il pushed the heavy iron door with his hands and gradually entered.
'A trap room? Or if not, this ti...'
He still couldn't confirm what was beyond this.
If it was a trap room, that unlucky stone monunt would be there again.
Although he didn't like it, that was the most certain way to confirm what kind of room this was.
Hwak—.
Namgung Il opened the door completely to both sides.
Accordingly, the scenery inside was now clearly visible.
At first glance, it looked like just an ordinary room, but Namgung Il by no ans let his guard down.
"...?"
At that mont, Namgung Il's gaze stopped at one place.
And a mont later, his two eyes gradually widened as he realized what was there.
Namgung Il, as if he couldn't understand, asked towards the front.
"Why are you here..."
"..."
Inside, soone was standing with their back turned.
Because of that, his face was not clearly visible, but Namgung Il seed to have already recognized who he was just by looking at his back.
"Is this... His revelation?"
"..."
"It's a pleasure to et you, student Namgung Il."
The smile on Gok I-hyeon's face as he said that exuded a feeling quite different from usual.
(End of Chapter)
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