CHAPTER 448: CHAPTER 448: CAUGHT BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

But at this moment, the pain suddenly penetrated deeply into the marrow, making it unbearable for anyone.

Jacob Jennings noticed that Vincent Vance’s complexion wasn’t right. He quickly lifted Vincent’s shirt from the back to check the condition of his wound. When he saw the bluish-purple bruises almost covering the entire back, his expression changed.

"Young Master, how did you get this injury?"

Pointing at the large area on Vincent’s back that resembled a poisonous wound, Jacob couldn’t help but question Vincent.

Initially, Vincent hadn’t told Jacob about his injury, fearing that Jacob would stop him from coming to Crestwood, after all, compared to his own injury, May Morgan’s life was more important than anything.

Seeing that Jacob’s expression wasn’t right, he endured the severe pain and asked him, "What’s wrong?"

Jacob exchanged glances with Mr. Drake beside him and quickly took a mirror from the nearby table and handed it to Vincent.

Vincent took the mirror, held it up to his back for a look, and when he saw the blue-black color spreading across his back, he involuntarily inhaled sharply.

At this point, he knew he couldn’t hide it from Jacob anymore, so he truthfully said to him, "Before I came, I was touched by that mysterious old woman, leaving some wounds. At that time, I didn’t care as the doctor did a simple stitch. I thought it was fine, but I ended up poisoned!"

Mr. Drake looked at the wound on Vincent’s back and mused, "Young Master Vance, I’m afraid it’s not as simple as poisoning. Someone has placed an insect curse on you!"

An insect curse?

Jacob and Vincent’s faces changed instantly, quickly turning to him, "Are you sure?"

Mr. Drake looked closely at the wound on Vincent’s back again, nodded firmly, and said, "I can confirm that it’s indeed an insect curse."

"Then, do you know how to remove the curse?" Jacob hurriedly grabbed Mr. Drake’s arm and asked urgently.

Mr. Drake shook his head, sighed, and said, "Young Master Vance’s curse isn’t just any ordinary poison; it’s an evil spirit invasion. My abilities are limited. I really can’t help Young Master Vance. Unless there’s someone with an even higher level of practice, otherwise, I can only help alleviate it."

People with high-level abilities are rare, and by the time they’re found, most of Vincent’s life might be gone. Currently, one May Morgan is already enough to take care of. If Vincent also falls poisoned, this trip to Crestwood might be in vain.

But once they return, May Morgan will surely die.

Jacob looked at May Morgan, still soaking in the wooden tub, with some reluctance and asked Mr. Drake, "Could you please help suppress the insect curse in our Young Master’s body then?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Drake looked at Jacob with regret and said, "I don’t have such herbs at home now. I’ll have to go up the mountain early tomorrow to search for them, and whether they can be found is still unknown."

Early tomorrow, wouldn’t that be too late?

Jacob glanced down at the dark purple spreading almost across Vincent’s entire back and worriedly asked, "How long can Young Master hold out in this condition?"

Mr. Drake stroked his beard and pondered, "He can hold out until noon tomorrow at most. If it passes that hour, even if I find the antidote, I may not be able to save your Young Master."

This...

Upon hearing this, Jacob couldn’t help but clench his fists, unwillingly pursuing Mr. Drake again, "Besides the herbs you mentioned, isn’t there any other way?"

"There is... but..."

Mr. Drake hesitated to speak, turning to look at May Morgan in the wooden tub, and after a while, he said to Jacob, "Dragon’s blood is a good remedy for removing all insect curses; this should have been heard before!"

Upon hearing this, Jacob’s eyes brightened, and he quickly nodded, "Right, I remember. Last time Young Master was injured by that old woman, it was May’s blood that helped remove the dragon insect within Young Master!"

Upon hearing this, Vincent became anxious and quickly grabbed Jacob’s hand, furiously threatening him, "If you dare touch May Morgan, you won’t get away with it!"

Perhaps too agitated, he had just finished speaking and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, making Vincent’s complexion turn black and ugly.

Jacob saw him in this state and couldn’t care much more; he hurriedly pulled out a dagger from his waist and headed toward May Morgan.

"Jacob, get back here!"

Seeing Jacob about to bleed May Morgan, Vincent angrily stood up from the chair and grabbed Jacob’s arm, "If you dare touch May Morgan, I’ll make you pay with your life!"

"Young Master, I only need a little of May Morgan’s blood. I won’t really take her life. Think about it; if you die, who will save May? Even if she survives tonight, what about afterward? Without you, who will help her find a way to dispel the dragon insect?"

"That’s not an option either. May already lost too much blood. If she bleeds again, she’ll die!"

During the intense battle with Logan Vance, Vincent saw firsthand that May Morgan was seriously injured, bleeding profusely, and if it had been anyone else, they would have died from blood loss. May Morgan didn’t die; it’s because she’s strong.

But no matter what, he couldn’t let anyone harm her for any reason.

Seeing the two at a stalemate, Mr. Drake couldn’t help but step forward to persuade Vincent, "Young Master Vance, please rest assured. I heard the power of the dragon insect can quickly restore the body. Although Miss Morgan was heavily injured and bled a lot, she herself should also recover quickly; Mr. Jennings taking a little of Miss Morgan’s blood isn’t a big issue."

After speaking, he deliberately glanced at Vincent’s unbearable back, speaking in a heavy tone, "Mr. Jennings is right. If something happens to you, there may be no hope for Miss Morgan to dispel the dragon insect, and then won’t she also be doomed?"

"But... May’s wounds are healing very slowly now, I’m very worried..." Remembering when May Morgan was sent to the hospital, she kept bleeding, unlike before when the wounds could quickly heal, Vincent’s worry grew.

Jacob saw Vincent still hesitating, and couldn’t help but speak again, "Young Master, if your body can hold until tomorrow morning, consider me lost, but if you die, May won’t last long, and then everything is over!"

"How about this, I have some herbs that can quickly help heal wounds. If Young Master Vance trusts me, after taking Mc’s blood, I can apply the herbs to her and help her stop bleeding."

Mr. Drake said and took out a small bottle from his pocket, gesturing to Vincent for a look.

"This..."

Vincent hesitated and glanced at Mr. Drake, not daring to nod easily. Now, if slightly careless, May Morgan could very likely be caught in a trap resulting in her death.

Seeing Vincent still looking at him with a doubtful gaze, Mr. Drake’s face sank. He then snatched the dagger from Jacob’s hand and sliced his own palm.