Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 51

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.

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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!"

As the voice spoke, a woman walked out gracefully, dressed in a gorgeous foreign ethnic costume. Her bare arms and legs were quite alluring, and as she swayed with her lotus-like steps, a strong floral fragrance wafted over.

A rich aroma with a faint fishy smell—a very familiar taste.

The scent of maple leaves was so familiar that the moment she smelled it, she remembered the pair of short hairpins depicting yin and yang in harmony, and a sachet embroidered with erotic pictures—right behind the Buddha statue in the main hall of Luomei Nunnery, next to the nun's corpse.

It's a black Udumbara flower!

Maple-colored pupils contracted: "You're finally out!"

The woman fiddled with her hair and said with a coquettish smile, "It seems that Young Master Feng misses me very much!"

Feng Xuese looked at her: "The Poison Hand Hellwoman?"

In the martial arts world, this woman is notorious for her viciousness and ruthless killing. It is said that she was expelled from the Southwest martial arts world several years ago, yet she has reappeared here...

Poisonous Hand Hellwoman laughed so hard she bent over: "Oh, I didn't expect Young Master Feng to know me!"

"Then the soul that just perished under my sword was none other than your husband, Miao Sanwang, who poisoned Qianli?"

The Poisonous Hand Demoness laughed, "Heh, Young Master Feng killed my husband, could it be that you want to... umm ahh..." Her words were extremely vulgar and shameless.

Although Feng Xuese was carefree, he was a gentleman who always kept his distance from women. Hearing the words of the Poisonous Hand Demoness, he was disgusted and coldly said, "Were the nuns of Luomei Nunnery murdered by you and your husband?"

Poisonous Hand Demoness asked with a surprised laugh, "What nun?"

Feng Xuese handed the sword to the person holding the child, then took out the sachet and short hairpin she had found at Luomei Nunnery from her bosom, and asked coldly, "These are yours, aren't they? Still trying to deny it!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Demoness: "Huh, where did you get this from?"

Feng Xuese chuckled coldly: "What, after you killed someone, you don't even remember where you left the things?"

Even so, I thought to myself that the nuns at Luomei Nunnery were probably not killed by this wicked couple—for them, strangling people one by one would be far less troublesome than poisoning their wells.

Poisonous Hands Woman frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "I know! It must be my junior sister's doing! Hehe, although I am ruthless, I am still no match for my junior sister. It is very likely that she killed someone and then used my things to frame me."

"Your junior sister?"

Poisonous Hand Demoness asked in surprise, "Young Master Feng, do you still not know that the pursuit you have encountered these past few days was all the work of my junior sister?"