“Please do your best,” Chu Qianxun pulled her.

“As long as the bleeding is stopped, her death could be delayed for a few days.”

She handed a bag of crystals in her hands to her respectfully. The female saint took the bag in her hand and snorted. Her hands lit up with a white light, shining on the huge wound in Gao Yan’s waist.

The people in the room retreated.

Chu Qianxun changed Gao Yan’s bed sheet and looked at her face while sitting silently beside her bed in a daze.

Gao Yan’s face was pale and sweaty, but she was still conscious. She didn’t look at Chu Qianxun by the bed.

“Inside the electric fan,” Gao Yan’s voice came.

Chu Qianxun responded, “What did you say?”

“The base of the electric fan, open it,” Gao Yan said again lightly.

Chu Qianxun turned over the small rusty electric fan thrown in the corner of her room.

The base was disassembled. There was a bag wrapped in layers. When the bag was opened, it was filled with green crystals.

“It’s for you, take it.”

Gao Yan said, “Sooner or later I had to face such a day in such a world. I am also tired.”

Chu Qianxun looked at the bag for a while and then closed it.

“No, you wait for me. There is still a chance. I will go to Beizhen and buy medicine for you.”

In this world ruled by major religions, there was a huge religious organization called Shenai. It once produced a potion that could even revive a nearly dead person. It was said that this was a God-gifted thing that God had given to save the world. So it was named Holy Blood.

But Chu Qianxun knew the filthy and cruel truth behind this bright and holy myth.If what she had seen in the dream was true, the so-called holy blood was actually nothing but the flesh and blood of the human demon Ye Peitian.

In the early days of the advent of the demons, the divine organization of a small pharmaceutical group discovered Ye Peitian, who was seriously injured in a closed warehouse, and accidentally learned that the blood and flesh of Ye Peitian, who was an immortal, had a different recovery ability than ordinary people. These seemingly charitable church personnel cruelly imprisoned Ye Peitian, who was still very weak at that time, and used his immortal characteristics to repeatedly extract his flesh and blood to make the holy blood of the God medicine. They then declared it to be a gift from God. With believers, their power grew.

The holy blood couldn’t be bought in the market these days but as the northern town where the Shennai heavy research institute was located, there was still a chance to buy one or two holy blood at a high price in the black market. Chu Qianxun decided to try for Gao Yan.

——

There was a cold moon in the sky.

Under the moonlight was a battlefield covered by yellow sand.

Almost all the saints on this battlefield felt regret at this moment. They had been fighting for three days. Many died and they had almost consumed all their power. But the blood-drenched man still stood in the sky of yellow sand, as if he would never die, never fall.

He walked step by step to them surrounded by blood-red sand.

Under the moonlight, he was terrifying like the asuras in hell.

An almost invisible transparent spider silk stuck to the moving demon’s hand, and the demon’s silent eyes rolled back.

In an instant, countless silver chains that appeared like fragile thin spider silk, tightly wrapped Ye Peitian’s hands, and hung him in the air.

“Caught him, I’ve caught him!” The saint who succeeded in making a sneak attack with his special ability was ecstatic, “Come on, everyone come on! Cut off his legs first.”

Ye Peitian’s long eyebrows lifted up, but this chained man seemed to have seen something interesting that made him happy. His arrogant laughter came from the dust in the sky.

Yellow sand rolled in the air, and he got freed as he twisted his arms.

The demon appeared from the dust in the sky and rushed to the enemies surrounding him.

The distant attacker turned and ran. The blood-red sand scattered in the air, condensed into a pair of giant palms. It chased up, and grabbed him.

Along with the harsh screams, the blood flowed from the gap between the grains of sand.“Demon…demon!” The saints who surrounded and demolished the demon finally collapsed and began to turn around to escape.

After three days and nights of battle, the battlefield returned to silence. Covered with the sand dunes within a few square meters, the place became a tomb.

The night wind blew the sand dunes and corpses were uncovered across the area as blood flowed into the river.

The half-demon who laid in the blood sea of ​​the corpse mountain, opened his eyes and quietly looked at the moon in the sky. His arms were broken, his power was exhausted, his body was injured, and he had lost his ability to move. At this time, even a child with a knife could cut off his head.

But he didn’t care. Living was tormenting him, and death was what he wanted.

“It’s so boring that I can’t die anymore. Is this the punishment of heaven for a half-demon like me?” He smiled silently.

This place was full of his blood, and his residual body. Those people like locusts had rushed up to snatch his blood and flesh.

Although Ye Peitian lived a life without feelings, he chose to bury those people into the yellow sand deep in the ground. He didn’t want to look at those mean and ignoble people.

The moon in the night sky got gradually covered by clouds, and Ye Peitian’s complexion dimmed.

He was an infamous murderous demon, with a fierce reputation. Everyone was terrified of him.

No one knew that he had a ridiculous weakness.The daunting demon was afraid of the dar

In the early days of the advent of the demons, he was locked in the endless darkness for three months. Since then, no matter how powerful he became, he could not get rid of the extreme fear of darkness in his heart.

He was praying for the moonlight to not disappear. But he knew it was useless. There was no one or nothing in this world who could respond to his request.

In fact, he was accustomed to coping with fear, and innumerable experience told him that the only way to face the pain was to endure—whether or not he could bear it.

The last glory of the moon was about to disappear. Darkness reached his cold hand and started to climb up his skin. It would soon cover his nose and mouth, grasp his heart, and drag him into the world that he couldn’t breathe in.

A small noise came from the jungle on the edge of the sand dunes.

From the edge of the dark forest, a small flash of light ignited. The orange-yellow fire light illuminated a small face that was looking at him.

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