CHAPTER 239: 230 SI YAN WAS MALICIOUSLY INFECTED_1

Bai Jing thought, The High Priest adores Si Yan the most. If Si Yan gets infected, the High Priest will definitely find a way to save her! That way, I’ll be saved.

I don’t want to die!! I can’t die!!!

But he hadn’t expected that the High Priest had been trying all along. Si Yan had also been trying. In fact, Si Yan was a crucial contributor to developing the plague’s antidote! If she fell ill, it would be detrimental to the research of the witch medicine for the plague!

A flick of the Snake Beastman’s wrist sent scales flying, instantly slicing open Bai Jing’s throat.

"Si Yan!!"

Si Yan was still standing there, her leg just cut open, just infected; she didn’t feel much yet.

"Si Yan, how are you? How are you?" The cold-blooded Snake Beastman snatched up Si Yan and, while the white eagle beastman (Bai Jing) was flailing in helpless panic from his fatal wound, swiftly carried her out of the area housing the plague patients.

On an open grassy field, the young Snake Beastman exposed Si Yan’s calf and directly put his mouth to the wound inflicted by the white eagle beastman to suck it out.

His cool lips pressed against her calf.

"She Wang!" Si Yan pushed him. "Don’t! You’ll get infected!"

The young Snake Beastman acted as if he hadn’t heard, sucked out the fluid, and then spat it away.

"She Wang!!"

The young Snake Beastman suddenly looked up, his expression terrifying. "Don’t talk."

Si Yan was frightened. She leaned silently against a large tree, watching him suck at her wound.

But can this malign energy really be sucked out?

The plague infection spread quickly; before the sun had set, Si Yan felt her body begin to itch.

She didn’t dare return to the tree hollow, so She Wang took her to her little cabin.

Next to the little cabin, the cold-blooded Snake Beastman had already built a rather large wooden house. He carried Si Yan into it, placing her on the wooden plank bed within.

Si Yan’s cheeks grew slightly warm; she developed a low-grade fever, becoming a bit delirious yet retaining a sliver of consciousness.

"Little Pretty..."

She Wang’s brows furrowed.

Who?

"Little Pretty..."

The young Snake Beastman’s thin lips formed a tight line.

The person she’s calling for isn’t me.

Forget it. Just my rotten luck.

He went out of the cabin and used stones from outside to carve a stone pot and a stone bowl.

Having spent time with Si Yan recently, he had become proficient with fire.

So he started cooking a soup with white sweet potatoes from the fields and meat he had hunted.

After it was ready, he poured the soup into the stone bowl, then, with his sharp claws, cut open his palm and squeezed a few drops of his blood into it.

He returned to the cabin; Si Yan seemed to be stirring.

A small red blister or two had appeared on her waist.

She Wang lowered his gaze slightly, pretending not to notice, and walked over.

"Si Yan, have something to drink."

Si Yan slowly sat up, her lips a bit pale. She shook her head.

"I don’t have an appetite."

The young Snake Beastman watched her, displaying rare patience.

"I simmered this for a long time. You won’t even have a little?"

Si Yan turned her head to look at She Wang.

He sucked my wound, but it was useless. I’m already infected, and I might have even gotten him infected too. And he still went to all this trouble to make food for me...

Even though she had no appetite whatsoever, she didn’t want his efforts to go to waste.

She took the stone bowl and drank a little. She frowned. "She Wang, the soup has a metallic taste."

The Snake Beastman said, "Perhaps the blood from the meat wasn’t cleaned off properly. Don’t like it? If you don’t like it, then pour it out."

Si Yan immediately shook her head and, GULP, GULP, drank it all down.

After finishing it, a wave of nausea hit her.

The lean Snake Beastman sat beside her, gently rubbing her back.

"Will I die?" Si Yan asked, a little lost.

I wanted to be a good person, like Bai Feng. But being a good person is so hard. I wholeheartedly focused on making medicine for the plague for everyone. I just wanted to come out and see how they were doing, but someone maliciously infected me.

"You won’t die," the Snake Beastman said.

Si Yan asked him softly, "Why do you say I won’t die? So many Beastmen have died from the plague."

The Snake Beastman said, trying to scare her, "Did you know? Snake gallbladder can detoxify. If you feel like you can’t make it, you can dig out my gall and eat it!"

Si Yan was so frightened by his demeanor that she waved her hands and screamed, "Don’t scare me!"

When she regained her senses and looked again, the Snake Beastman had already left the room.

Si Yan leaned against the bed, pursing her lips. She was both afraid of dying and worried that she might have infected She Wang.

She wasn’t very brave; the fever made her feel very vulnerable. She hugged her knees and started crying, WUU WUU WUU.

She Wang entered, carrying some fruit.

"Stop crying. You look awful."

"WUU WUU... Little Pretty..."

"..."

"What?"

Si Yan clung to his slender waist, "WUU WUU WUU, Little Pretty."

"......?"

She Wang’s mouth twitched. "So, Little Pretty... is me?"

Si Yan, a bit scared by his stern tone, nodded.

The young Snake Beastman was speechless.

It seemed he wasn’t as angry anymore, but somehow, he also seemed even angrier.

The news of Si Yan being maliciously infected spread quickly.

News also spread that the cold-blooded Snake Beastman, who was always by Si Yan’s side, had killed a male beastman from White Eagle City.

In Bai Kui’s cave, Bai Kui raged, "What did you say? You’re saying Si Yan killed my brother?"

"Damn it! I hadn’t even gone to provoke her anymore! I’d already given up on the High Priest! Why? Why would she kill my brother?!"

"Bai Jing is dead, Bai Kui, what are we going to do?" Bai Kui’s older brothers asked.

Bai Kui said, "What else can we do? We go to the High Priest! This demands blood for blood! We won’t let this rest until we have a proper accounting!"

In Bai Feng’s cave, the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

The Witch Doctor was still there, railing, "I told you! I told you, you shouldn’t have let Si Yan go! She’s just a young female; how could she handle such things? How could her body withstand this malign energy?!"

"Bai Feng! You call yourself a High Priest, yet you can’t even protect your own future Mistress!"

"What are you still sitting here for? You still have the mind to be mixing medicines? Are you insane? We don’t even know how Si Yan is doing!"

Bai Feng endured the tirade without retorting.

His face was extremely cold. "Si Yan is fine for now."

Now, the most important thing was to find a cure for this plague even faster.

The Witch Doctor, furious, scolded angrily, "How can you be so calm? Do you not care about her at all?"

Bai Feng’s cold, fierce gaze turned toward the Witch Doctor, who immediately dared not speak anymore.

Bai Feng turned back to his herbs.

"I can see... she won’t come to harm."

Bai Feng’s voice held a suppressed tremor.

"She has to go through this ordeal. Whether I stopped her or not, she would have been infected."

"Huh?" The Witch Doctor was bewildered.

"As she is now, she’s too naive and kind. She can’t be a good Priest yet."

"After this, she will see that not all Beastmen are good, and she will grow significantly."

However, just then, a white eagle beastman ran over to report.

"High Priest, Lady Bai Kui and her family are outside! They say they demand an explanation for their dead brother!"

Bai Feng was indifferent to what the white eagle beastman said.

The Witch Doctor said with interest, "The thief is crying ’Stop thief,’ eh? What’s this all about? I’ll go see what’s up."

Bai Feng continued to research the antidote, faintly overhearing the Witch Doctor telling Bai Kui, "What makes you think you can see the High Priest whenever you want to?"