Chen Yang's blood essence was incredibly powerful. His righteous spirit and fiery blood could counter various evil forces. As his finger entered Qin Moyao's mouth, she instinctively sucked in his potent blood.
The moment the blood touched her tongue, it dispelled all illusions. The pain vanished instantly, and Qin Moyao's eyes snapped open, immediately locking onto Chen Yang.
Chen Yang observed Qin Moyao's skin, noticing the horrifying texture and goosebumps rapidly fading. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he sensed trouble. Qin Moyao was sucking his blood at an alarming rate.
Chen Yang frowned, muttering, "Damn, you're not drinking milk, you know."
Qin Moyao came to her senses, her cheeks flushing red. She stopped sucking, but the moment she did, darkness enveloped her vision, and thousands of black beetles crawled over her body again. Startled, she quickly resumed drinking Chen Yang's blood.
Chen Yang noticed Qin Moyao's reaction and inwardly cursed as he felt his blood rapidly draining.
Qin Moyao was drinking his blood so quickly that Chen Yang felt like his finger was a faucet with the valve wide open, blood gushing into her mouth.
Only when the blood first entered her mouth, closest to her brain, could it dispel the illusions. Once it passed her throat, it lost its effect.
Worse still, the blood was most potent the moment it left his body. After that, it quickly lost its power as it came into contact with the malevolent energy around them.
In other words, even if Qin Moyao held Chen Yang's blood in her mouth, it wouldn't work.
Qin Moyao was now fully alert, though she found Chen Yang's blood hot and metallic. But like an addict, she didn't dare stop drinking it.
"Damn it, Captain Qin, are you trying to drain me dry?" Chen Yang said, exasperated.
Qin Moyao was incredibly embarrassed. Unable to speak, her beautiful eyes conveyed her anxiety, clearly asking Chen Yang what they should do.
Chen Yang knew he couldn't blame Qin Moyao. He looked up but couldn't see Bai Yinshuang anywhere.
"Bai Yinshuang, you witch, show yourself!" Chen Yang shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yinshuang appeared before him. She wore the same white robe, her demeanor cold as ever, though her form seemed somewhat ethereal upon closer inspection.
"Bai Yinshuang, how about this? Tell me who wronged you and where they are. I'll avenge you. How's that?" Chen Yang proposed.
Ignoring his offer, Bai Yinshuang asked, "Didn't you say you don't love this woman? Why not abandon her and leave on your own?"
Chen Yang rolled his eyes, replying, "Not every emotion in this world is love. There's also responsibility. I brought Captain Qin here. If I abandoned her now, how could I live with myself?"
Bai Yinshuang scoffed, "Even married couples abandon each other in times of crisis. You claim you don't love this woman, yet you stay out of responsibility? Just because you're a man?"
Chen Yang sighed softly, "Well, I guess I can't hide it from you anymore. You're right, I'm just that kind of extraordinary man."
Bai Yinshuang snorted, "I don't believe it. I don't believe such people exist in this world. Fine, if you really die here from her drinking your blood, I promise to let her go."
With that, Bai Yinshuang's form dissipated, vanishing without a trace.
"Damn it!" Chen Yang cursed again. He looked down at Qin Moyao, who wore a complex expression.
She grabbed Chen Yang's other hand and wrote on his palm, "Just leave me and go."
Chen Yang looked at Qin Moyao, then tilted his head, thinking.
Qin Moyao felt tense. Her feelings were conflicted. She didn't want to burden Chen Yang but feared he might actually leave her. She wasn't afraid of death, but she was terrified of Bai Yinshuang and the horrifying scenes she created.
To her surprise, Chen Yang said glumly, "What the hell did you write? What are you trying to say?"
Qin Moyao's carefully prepared emotions crumbled at Chen Yang's words.
With no choice, Qin Moyao slowly rewrote her message on Chen Yang's hand, stroke by stroke.
After she finished, Chen Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa, you're asking me to take advantage of you? You're still a virgin and want to experience being a woman before you die?"
"Fuck!" Qin Moyao couldn't help but curse, pulling his finger from her mouth. "Stop pretending. How could you get such a long message from just a few words?"
Before she could finish speaking, darkness enveloped her again, and countless insects resumed their biting. "Ah!" Qin Moyao screamed, her skin breaking out in goosebumps once more.
Chen Yang had no choice but to put his finger back in Qin Moyao's mouth.
Qin Moyao regained clarity and opened her eyes to look at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang chuckled, saying, "Captain Qin, I was just joking. Don't get so worked up, haha..."
Qin Moyao was speechless. She couldn't believe Chen Yang could still joke around in such a dire situation.
"What should we do?" Qin Moyao wrote on Chen Yang's hand.
Chen Yang replied, "I don't know. All we can do now is wait for a miracle, wait for Bai Yinshuang to have a change of heart!"
Qin Moyao immediately wrote, "That's impossible."
Chen Yang sighed softly, "Yeah, it's unlikely."
Qin Moyao wrote, "Then you should leave. It's better for one to die than two."
Chen Yang gave Qin Moyao a strange look, then said, "You really want me to go?"
Qin Moyao's emotions were in turmoil, but she bravely nodded. Chen Yang chuckled, then said, "I'd like to leave, but if I did, I'd lose all respect for myself." He paused, then continued, "This is just a game for Bai Yinshuang. Right now, with my finger in your mouth, if she really wanted to kill me, she could do it through your body. So if I want to leave, I can only go alone. If I break the rules of the game and try to take you with me, we'll both die."
"If you leave, no one will know what happened here. No one will look down on you, and I won't blame you," Qin Moyao wrote, beginning to understand Chen Yang's thoughts.
A mischievous smile tugged at Chen Yang's lips as he said, "Do you think I care if others look down on me? Do you think I care what others think of me?"
Qin Moyao was momentarily stunned, then understood. Chen Yang's only concern was his own conscience.
He was a man of integrity. If he hadn't done anything wrong, he wouldn't bow his head in apology even if it cost him his life.
Time ticked by, and Chen Yang's blood continued to drain rapidly. Soon, the blood flow wasn't enough to keep Qin Moyao lucid. Seeing her growing more distressed, Chen Yang had no choice but to cut open a vein on his wrist and put it to Qin Moyao's mouth.
Qin Moyao couldn't drink all the blood; it pooled in her mouth briefly before spilling out.
In the blink of an eye, both Chen Yang and Qin Moyao were covered in blood.
Chen Yang's blood was draining at an alarming rate, his face growing increasingly pale.
He began to feel lightheaded, his strength ebbing away with his blood. As a skilled martial artist, he had acute awareness of his body's condition. He could clearly feel his strength gradually disappearing.
A person's power lies in their blood and bone marrow.
With less blood, one naturally becomes weak.
Chen Yang's superiority over ordinary people lay in his ability to purify his blood and strengthen his bones through the Great Sun and Moon Technique.
The strength and density of his blood far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Now, with his blood loss, his strength was naturally diminishing.
Qin Moyao's heart ached as she watched Chen Yang's face grow increasingly pale and weak. She wanted to push him away, but every time she had that thought, the sensation of countless insects biting her returned.
Gritting her teeth, Qin Moyao suddenly pushed Chen Yang's hand away and said through tears, "Go quickly, don't worry about me." As she spoke, her mouth was full of blood, creating an eerie sight.
"Go to hell!" Chen Yang retorted. "I'm too weak to leave now. Might as well die here so you can live. That's good enough."
Qin Moyao tried to speak again, but the illusions flooded back. Countless beetles furiously bit every inch of her body.
Her face contorted in agony, and she screamed, her hands frantically scratching at her body, even trying to claw at her eyes.
Seeing this, Chen Yang immediately put his bleeding wrist to Qin Moyao's mouth.
The blood was quickly sucked in by Qin Moyao.
She instantly regained clarity. "Chen Yang, I'm sorry!" Qin Moyao wrote tearfully on Chen Yang's palm.
Chen Yang sat weakly on the ground, with Qin Moyao leaning against his chest. They looked exactly like a couple. "Damn, if someone finds our bodies, will they think we died for love?" Chen Yang suddenly muttered.
Qin Moyao wrote on Chen Yang's palm, "Isn't it good to die for love with me?"
Chen Yang replied, "Of course not. I'm a free spirit, a butterfly flitting from flower to flower. How could I die for love?"
Qin Moyao gave Chen Yang a strange look. This should have been a touching moment, but Chen Yang never followed the script.
Just then, Chen Yang felt overwhelmingly drowsy. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.
"Don't sleep, Chen Yang, don't sleep!" Qin Moyao was startled, sensing Chen Yang's life force draining severely. All along, Chen Yang had given Qin Moyao a sense of incredible strength. But now, she felt him at his weakest. His swagger, his arrogance, his unrestrained nature - all of it was gone.
Chen Yang was shaken awake by Qin Moyao. He smiled weakly and said, "Looks like this time, I'm really done for."
Tears streamed down Qin Moyao's face. She suddenly gritted her teeth and stopped drinking Chen Yang's blood. Instead, she tore off her sleeve and wrapped it around Chen Yang's wound.
To Qin Moyao's surprise, even without Chen Yang's blood, the illusions didn't return.