The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear - Chapter 207
In the midst of chaos, a snow-white brilliance silently bloomed, tearing a crack in the curtain.
"Take care of Zhu Huihui!"
The sound was already several feet away.
Liu Yue was about to go forward to check the situation when she heard this instruction. She suddenly stopped, looked back at Zhu Huihui on the grass, sighed inwardly, and slowly walked to her side.
At this moment, Zhu Huihui was still dozing off in the sun, her fair and rosy face, long and curled eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she had seen something fun in her dream and couldn't help but laugh.
Liu Yue bent down and quietly looked at her for a while, then gently pulled open her sleeve, revealing her snow-white, lotus-like arms.
Like a bird consumed by flames, with tragic eyes and a mournful song...
That's right! It's this pattern! Even the shape of the blood droplet flowing from the bird's chest is exactly the same as the one I remember...
His heart was racing, and he couldn't help but grasp her arm, gently stroking the vibrant pattern on it.
Gazing at that little face, so peaceful in her sleep, his fingers gently traced her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, and her pink lips…
Then, as those furry eyes trembled and tried to open, he pressed his hand against her mouth...
Maple-colored figure flickered slightly, already disappearing into the thick fog, which grew deeper and deeper with each step.
The fog was heavy and stagnant, as if it were not floating in the air, but about to fall to the ground at any moment.
His vision was almost completely obscured by the thick fog, and he could no longer see the road. He carefully parted the tree branches with his sword, felt the grass under his feet, and cautiously moved forward.
As I moved, the thick fog hissed and surged, making me feel extremely uncomfortable whether I looked at it, heard it, or smelled it. Everything around me seemed mysterious and unpredictable.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part Three: Chapter Sixteen (3)
The strange, eerie sound grew clearer, and mixed in with it was a heart-wrenching cry: "Mommy! Mommy!"
The childish voice, the terrified cries, and the unclear speech caused Feng Xuese's expression to change slightly.
That voice... belongs to a very young child...
Knowing full well that the martial world is treacherous and full of traps; knowing full well that the child appearing in this mysterious and terrifying environment must have been deliberately designed, Feng Xuese still rushed towards the sound of crying.
Whether it's a trick or a ghost, he wants to find out the truth.
The child's cries came and went, and Feng Xuese, who was running, suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, the thick fog ahead began to swirl, spinning faster and faster until it formed a huge vortex. As the vortex rolled past, a space several feet in diameter appeared ahead. It was impossible to see where this place was, but one could see a small child sitting on the grass under the bamboo forest.
This was an ordinary farm boy, looking only two or three years old. He was chubby, with his hair shaved into simple, neat knots. He wore a longevity lock around his neck and a bright red bib embroidered with a gourd. His bare arms and legs were covered in dozens of blue scorpions, green snakes, black spiders, and red-headed centipedes. The child's face had turned purplish-black. He cried and called for his mother, patting the venomous creatures on his body with his tiny hands, clearly in great pain and trying to drive them away. However, his small, soft hands were smaller than the heads of the snakes, and his fingers and palms were bitten raw, but they were only swollen, without any blood flowing out.
Feng Xuese felt a pang of pain in her heart. She was indeed just a very young child! A sharp killing intent suddenly flashed in her clear eyes!
The enemy, who had been hiding in the shadows, knew him very well. They knew he was kind-hearted and would still act without hesitation even if he knew the child was a trap.
Maple Snow stepped towards the child.
The thick fog suddenly dissipated, and a chilling, strong wind swept by, causing the heavy fog to suddenly boil and surge like waves.
Feng Xuese gently drew her sword, its aura crisscrossing in the thick fog.
After a violent clash of weapons, the eerie wind suddenly receded.
Feng Xuese sheathed her sword, feeling drops of blood dripping from its tip.
He felt a little heavy-hearted. Although he had hurt the other party, he still couldn't figure out where they came from.
The fog thinned considerably, but the uncomfortable feeling grew stronger, making it difficult to even breathe. Feng Xuese was slightly out of breath, feeling her clothes soaked through by the fog.
The child was still lying on the ground, silent for quite some time, with only his limbs twitching intermittently, indicating that he was still alive. The poisonous insects continued to bite his little hands and feet, refusing to let go.
With a flick of her five fingers, Feng Xuese sent gusts of wind through the air, causing the poisonous insects to fall and die one by one from the child's body.
He gently picked up the child.
The child's entire body was black and swollen like a boil. There were hundreds of bite marks from poisonous insects on his body, but no blood was flowing from the wounds. Instead, a thick, dark green liquid oozed out, emitting an extremely foul smell, indicating the potency of the poison.
Looking at the wounds on his body, Feng Xuese felt extremely sad—even an adult would not have survived such a potent poison, let alone a small child.
"Don't be afraid, baby, uncle is here to save you!" He said to himself and to his child—even though the child could no longer hear him.
The current priority is to detoxify the child as soon as possible.
Either he used his internal energy to force the poison out, which requires a very quiet environment, a lot of herbs, and a long time.
Either find the antidote immediately—the one who tied the knot must untie it, and the one who poisoned it must also have the right medicine. For children, this is undoubtedly the safest and most effective method.
Therefore, Maple Snow Colors chose the latter.
He tore off a corner of his white robe, wrapped the child up, held him in his arms, and coldly shouted, "Come out!"
No one answered; the fog just grew thicker.
The baby in her arms was still twitching, but the twitching had slowed considerably. Feng Xuese was worried and, without further delay, acted again.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Chapter Sixteen (4)
The longsword trembled once, twice, three times, and snowflakes fell from the sky.
The heavy, damp fog seemed to be shattered by the cool, clear snow light, turning from patches into clumps, then into chunks, streaks, and wisps, and then the entire space brightened up.
From behind the thick fog, a series of silvery laughs suddenly rang out. A sweet voice chuckled, "Young Master Snow-Colored truly lives up to his reputation! My Ghostly Mist Formation couldn't even trap you!"