Zhong Hongfei’s eyebrows were locked, “I have been in contact with several cases since last year. I have also done some research. At present, the only effective treatment for this is holy blood. And it must be fast, once local demonization occurs, Even if you use the holy blood to save life, the demonized part would not return to its original state.”

Zhong Hongfei sighed silently in his heart. It was not easy to talk about finding the holy blood. These people on the scene were the top figures in the world. Those masters must still have one or two potions purchased from Shennai, but it was even more difficult for them to take out their life-saving potion.

When Zhong Hongfe stopped talking, a woman had separated from the crowd and strode toward Yan Xue. She pulled off a small pharmacy bottle hanging on her neck, pushed open the lid to lift Yan Xue, and poured it into her mouth without a word.

Yan Xue’s ugly face recovered quickly after drinking the potion. She struggled to get up and looked at the strange girl who showed concern for herself. She took her warm hand in surprise, “It is such a precious thing. You, did you give me this?”

“Girl, do you still have holy blood?” Han Youming hurried over immediately, with eagerness and anticipation in his eyes, “I’m willing to buy it. Any number will do. Please help my wife.”

Chu Qianxun quietly glanced at Ye Peitian and shook her head with a little guilt.

Yan Xue was one of her best friends in the other world like Gao Yan. Although she didn’t know her here, she couldn’t bear to watch her die.

And Ye Peitian left her with only one bottle of special medicine. Even if Ye Peitian himself was willing to give it, it would definitely lead to him exposing his identity in front of so many people. What was more difficult was that they had to deal with the massive outbreak of disease in the city. If one was saved, the second and third would rise to be saved. It was not known how much blood would be needed.

“No? Is it all gone?” Han Youming almost shook Chu Qianxun’s shoulder. The just ignited light of hope instantly extinguished, making his heart sink back to the bottom. He glanced back at his wife. Her face was dark. He knew that there was not much time left for her.

Han Youming thought for a while and came to Wen Tongji. With red eyes, he bowed his head and pleaded, “City Lord Wen, do you still have holy blood? As long as you give me, I am willing to exchange it at any price.”

When Wen Tongji heard the words ‘any price’, his heart moved. As a party who had risen for many years, of course, there were still so many bottles of holy blood hoarded by him within his armor. But it was something he saved for himself.

Take it out for exchange?

Unless he could directly take out the crystal cores, he couldn’t believe it. It was just a thing promised orally. He did not believe that Han Youming could still keep the promise. No matter how many crystal cores, they were not as valuable as the holy blood.

He put on a distressed and extremely sad expression, “Brother, if I have it, do you still need to say it? How can I not take it out and save my younger sister?”

Han Youming had to leave him and set his pleading eyes on the founding president Gu Zhengqing, but Gu Zhengqing only shook his head gently to him.Han Youming’s jaw twitched, choked, and suddenly he fell on his knees on the floor of the hall. Others didn’t know, he knew it himself. In the first two years of the advent of the demons, he was not only a poor man with no money and no ability, but even had a difficult-to-treat disease. He was almost disabled. It was his wife who was always with him, guarding and accompanying him through the darkest days.

Now that everyone looked at his bright side. They felt that he spoiled his wife, who was just an ordinary person. Only he knew that whatever he had done was far less.

“I swear in front of everyone. Today, the one who can give me a vial of holy blood can have my life,” Han Youming knelt on the ground, pulled out his dagger, cut his arm, and swore with his blood. The bloody knife fell on the ground in front of his knee.

Mu Jia woke up from the semi-comat state and saw a back figure kneeling on the ground. Only she knew how straight and stubborn that back was once, even in those days when they had nothing, he didn’t bend his back.

Now for her own sake, he knelt on the ground in front of so many people and bent into the dust.

Mu Jia felt sour in her heart. She reached out her hand in tears and called her lover’s name, “Youming.”

Han Youming turned around, revealing a struggling look. He walked a few steps back and took his wife’s hand, “Yu Ming, life isn’t about its length. I can be with you all my life, I have no regrets.” Mu Jia smiled softly, “You have always listened to me. This is the last time, won’t you listen to me? I love beauty so much, I don’t want to be a demon.”

She was originally a gentle beauty, and the mournful request before her death made many onlookers tough to stand by.

“What are you talking about? We faced all kinds of hardships together. Now you want to leave me halfway for such a thing?” Han Youming carefully hugged his wife, “Isn’t it half demon? Whatever you become, you will always be my wife.”

His eyes were red, and he buried his head deeply, “Just bear with me, don’t say leave, don’t leave me behind. Will you?”

Mu Jia reached out and hugged him, and from her husband’s arms came her cry.