Le Premier ministre stupéfiant

Chapitre 50

Even faster, the wounded, bloodied man rolled to Murong Songtao's side after landing, bent down, picked him up, and actually forced his way out of the hall.

Arrows rained down on the street, but Mo Xibei could no longer see them. She only caught a glimpse of Mu Feinan turning back to look at her out of the corner of her eye, and she rushed over involuntarily, catching him as he fell to the ground. "Are you crazy?" Her lips trembled, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out these few words.

"That way you can just look at me and not him, isn't that great?" Mu Feinan could actually laugh as he pressed down on Mo Xibei's groping hand. The poisonous blood would quickly seep into the skin as soon as it touched it, numbing the limbs and nerves. He didn't know if the blood had already seeped into his skin, so he couldn't take the risk.

"I won't let you die, you can't die." Mo Xibei felt his vision becoming increasingly blurry, and he could see the person in his arms less and less clearly.

"Okay, I won't die. I'll just sleep for a while. I'm so sleepy." Mu Feinan mumbled in agreement, feeling his eyes were very sore and he just wanted to close them and rest for a bit.

"No, you can't sleep either. I won't let you sleep." Mo Xibei shook him, but Mu Feinan only hummed in response and closed his eyes as usual.

Mo Xibei shook him again but couldn't wake him. Then he suddenly put him on the ground, quickly jumped in front of a bloodied man whose pressure points had been sealed, and asked sternly, "Where's the antidote? Give it to me."

The blood-covered man remained expressionless, not even glancing at Mo Xibei. Mo Xibei, without a word, deftly pulled a pair of deerskin gloves from his pocket and began ransacking the blood-covered man. Chu Junfeng had captured six blood-covered men alive; excluding the one who escaped, five remained, and nothing was found on them. "Xibei, don't worry. I have a friend here, the doctor you've met. He's skilled in detoxification. I'll go ask him to try." Chu Junfeng restrained Mo Xibei, who was still searching the blood-covered man, and pressed acupoints on one of the blood-covered men. He then said to Mu Feinan, who had surrounded them, "You guys guard these blood-covered men; I'm going to find a doctor."

The renowned doctor was quickly summoned, but he was helpless against the sea of blood and the fragrance of blood.

Huang Jin also invited several imperial physicians from the palace, but they were equally helpless.

“I know you are a death squad trained by Murong Songtao, so you are naturally not afraid of death. I just don’t know if you are afraid of being neither dead nor alive?” Mo Xibei and the divine doctor discussed for a while. They both thought that to find the antidote, they had to start with the blood man. So, Mo Xibei quickly ordered a warehouse to be turned into a torture chamber. After dressing the blood man in a thick cotton-padded coat, he tied him to a pillar.

Her response was still silence.

"Fine, you won't tell, huh? Then don't blame me for being impolite." According to the divine doctor, Mu Feinan could only last for three hours at most. Mo Xibei felt anxious and didn't hesitate. He reached out and pressed on several acupoints on the blood man's Qihai and Tanzhong points. After a while, the blood man felt as if thousands of ants were crawling into his blood vessels, gnawing at them little by little. His blood vessels were swollen and painful, and he was sweating profusely.

"This is just the beginning. If you don't tell me, I have dozens of methods that are even more perverse and cruel than this. You'd better be prepared to try them one by one," Mo Xibei sneered.

The hardness of the blood-covered man's bones was something Mo Xibei had never imagined. For a whole hour, she tried every possible method, but he stubbornly refused to tell her.

“Northwest, this won’t do. Your interrogation tactics are also damaging to Renhe.” Chu Junfeng had just managed to suppress his internal injuries by circulating his internal energy when the divine physician dragged him to the storeroom. “But if we don’t question him, where will we find the antidote? I can wait, but Mu Feinan can’t.” Mo Northwest stamped his foot. Mu Feinan’s condition was very bad; the blood he was spitting out had turned blue.

"Don't be in such a hurry. I'll use my internal energy to seal his heart meridian, which should buy him a few hours." Chu Junfeng had never seen Mo Xibei so out of control before, and he spoke up.

“Miss Mo, generally speaking, where a venomous snake appears, there is always an antidote within seven steps. Blood from a human is highly poisonous, yet he did not die. Perhaps the secret lies in his blood.” Upon hearing Chu Junfeng’s words, the divine physician’s expression changed, his brows furrowed, and he shook his head silently. Seeing that Chu Junfeng’s eyes were only on Mo Xibei, he said this to Mo Xibei.

Volume Two: Traces Left by the Wind, Chapter Nine: Mutual Support (Part 1)

"Can I understand that the divine doctor means that the blood of the blood people is both a poison and an antidote?" Mo Xibei is not stupid; sometimes, she feels that she can understand the subtle meaning behind the words.

"So far, no one knows what the real antidote for the Blood Sea Fragrance is. I'll assume that the reason no one knows the antidote is primarily because no one has ever captured a Blood Man alive." The Divine Doctor sighed softly. "Also, please don't call me Divine Doctor. I have a name. Miss Mo can call me Liu Haiyang."

“Alright, Liu Haiyang, I would like to ask, if the antidote cannot be found, how long can Young Master Mu hold on?” Mo Xibei asked with a frown.

“I’ve taken his pulse. With this young master Mu’s skill, three to five hours shouldn’t be a problem.” Liu Haiyang reached out to stroke his beard, but when he touched his chin, he remembered that the beard he had painstakingly grown yesterday morning had been shaved off, and his hand found nothing. “In Doctor Liu’s opinion, is it possible for us to find someone more skilled at detoxification or a better method of detoxification within this timeframe?” Mo Xibei asked again.

"No." Liu Haiyang answered decisively. When it came to detoxification, he was second to none in the martial arts world. Who would dare to claim to be number one? What a joke.

"Then let's try the method you suggested." Mo Xibei nodded, dragged a bloodied figure that had been tied up to the side, and turned to go to the room where Mu Feinan was lying.

Of course, it was expected that Mu Fei would object to accepting it. The presence of Blood Sea Fragrance on the body was already deadly; if it were taken internally, no one knew whether it would cause immediate poisoning and death.

"Don't waste time on pointless arguments." Mo Xibei waved her hand, interrupting everyone's chatter. She had already had someone bring back a kitten, cut open the skin of the blood-covered man, and let the blood drip onto the kitten. Once the kitten was poisoned, she would let the blood drip back onto it to drink. Half an hour later, the kitten actually came back to life.

"Animal experiments have proven that this method is effective," Mo Xibei concluded. He then instructed Liu Haiyang to administer the medication to Mu Feinan.

"How can cats and people be the same? No way!" Mu Feinan's eyes widened in disbelief. They couldn't fathom how this woman dressed in men's clothes could be so cold-blooded. Their master was lying unconscious in bed because of her, and here she was, with a cat. After a haphazard mess, she was about to force-feed their master something deadly—wasn't that a joke?

"Why are you being so long-winded?" Mo Xibei was displeased. She knew she was taking a risk, but what other options did she have?

"Miss, it's not that we're being fussy, but that you're being too rash," Mu Feinan said bluntly.

"Then what would be considered not reckless?" Mo Xibei squinted. The man took a step back in fright before saying, "You should test it on a person."

“Oh, then you try.” Mo Xibei actually nodded. The person was also wearing a mask, so his complexion couldn’t be seen. Only his lips were slightly pale. But he said without hesitation, “I’ll try, I’ll try.”

"You're a real man." Mo Xibei nodded approvingly. "Young Master Mu would be glad to die if he had a subordinate like you." As he spoke, he slashed the bloodied man's skin with a knife without even blinking, and said, "I hate owing people the most, so I'll try it myself."

As the icy blue blood seeped into her skin, it felt cool and numb, coursing through her limbs and bones. Mo Xibei thought, even the deadliest poison is nothing more than this. She was just a little sleepy and wanted to go to sleep. But why did Chu Junfeng's face look so bad after he hugged her? What did he say? Mo Xibei frowned, trying to hear clearly, but she couldn't stop feeling sleepy and actually fell asleep.

"Northwest!" When Mo Northwest cut open the blood-soaked skin again, Chu Junfeng truly hadn't expected that Mo Northwest, who valued her life so much, would choose to test the poison herself. So he only had time to catch Mo Northwest's suddenly collapsing body. For a moment, his heart trembled and turned cold. The sea of blood smelled sweet. How could she treat such a deadly poison so lightly? How could she? However, it was all too late. For the first time, there was murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Liu Haiyang. But Liu Haiyang only said in a voice he could hear, "That's for the best. You shouldn't have stopped for a woman in the first place."

"If she doesn't wake up, I'll make you pay with your life, even if we..." Chu Junfeng gently tightened his embrace, picked up Mo Xibei, and gently placed her on the soft couch by the window in the room. Mo Xibei was such a lazy person, and her room was never short of comfortable places.

"She will wake up, I can guarantee that." Liu Haiyang said casually, then took out his knife to cut the bloodied man's arm, released the blood, collected it in a bowl, and took out several small bottles from his medicine box, mixed some medicine powder and sprinkled it into the blood. After a moment, the icy blue blood became completely clear.

"You..." Liu Haiyang was about to force Mo Xibei to drink what he was holding, but Chu Junfeng stopped him.

"Or do you hope she stays like this forever?" Liu Haiyang glanced at Mu Feinan, who had been watching his every move closely from the beginning, and asked calmly.

"Is there no other way?" Chu Junfeng still stopped him. "You can be more direct."

“Her constitution isn’t good, and besides, she’s doing this for another man. If we delay any longer, there’s nothing I can do.” Liu Haiyang said, pushing Chu Junfeng’s hand away and pouring the blood, which had turned completely sky blue, into Mo Xibei’s mouth. Half an hour later, Mo Xibei coughed and seemed to be slowly waking up.

"If you still don't help Young Master Mu detoxify, I'm afraid even a celestial being couldn't save him." Liu Haiyang then said to everyone in the room, while placing the half-bowl of sky-blue liquid that Mo Xibei had left on the table, stepping back two steps, and waiting quietly.

The people in the room seemed to have discussed it beforehand. At this moment, someone took another bowl, cut open the bloodied man's arm to collect blood, then returned to the room, carefully pried open Mu Feinan's mouth, and forced several mouthfuls down his throat. A short while later, Mu Feinan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. He stirred, but showed no signs of waking up.

The person inside the room dodged, and the sharp tip of a sword was stuck in Liu Haiyang's neck. "What tricks are you playing? Why are you doing this?"

“He has been poisoned for a long time, and using poison to fight poison is inherently a dangerous method. You refused to use my blood, which has been neutralized by the medicine, to detoxify him. It’s no wonder he vomited blood. However, he should wake up soon.” Liu Haiyang was not afraid and simply pushed the sword away gently with his fingertips.

Mo Xibei felt like she was having a long, vivid dream, a dream filled with vibrant colors and even bizarre illusions. She dreamt she was swinging on a huge swing, her body swaying back and forth in mid-air. The sky was azure, the sun golden, and there were many green trees and colorful flowers. She felt as if she had returned to her teenage years, laughing freely and joyfully with Nan Li. Someone was pushing her swing. She turned around in mid-air and saw Zhang Han, just like when she first arrived, wearing a white T-shirt under a matching short-sleeved shirt, still unbuttoned, the hem of his shirt swaying and fluttering in the wind.

"Brother Zhang Han," Mo Xibei felt she had called out that taboo name in her heart. "I want to go higher," she seemed to say with a smile. Then Zhang Han really pushed her hard. Then Nan Li also came over and pushed her with a smile, saying as she pushed, "Sister, let go. You like to fly. Let go, and you can fly."

Should she fly? Mo Xibei hesitated. She suddenly wanted to grab Zhang Han's hand, but each time, Zhang Han's hand would only push her back hard. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't grab him. So she tried to grab Nan Li, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand could only pass through Nan Li's arm.

"Sister, let go of my hand, fly away, I'm so happy." Nan Li seemed to say this, and then, with a whoosh, she disappeared.