Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

She was surrounded by overwhelming fear.

Wen Xiaoai, who was never afraid of life and death, seemed to understand what death meant at this moment.

Wen Xiaoai's scared voices and crying kept coming from the phone, and Jun Moyan's weak and completely inaudible voice made Tsing Yi very crazy.

"Drive faster."

He roared at the bodyguard driving in front.

"calm."

The drunkard beside him reached out and took Tsing Yi's hand.

Tsing Yi turned his head and looked at the alcoholic.

When the anxious heart saw the drunkard's eyes, it settled a lot.

If there is an alcoholic, nothing will happen.

Four black Hummers of the same model rushed all the way through the lights, and within fifteen minutes they rushed to the street where Wen Xiaoai was located.

Almost the moment the car stopped, Tsing Yi opened the door of the car with the medicine box and rushed out and ran to the black Maybach on the side of the road.

The drunkard got out of the car quickly.

Wen Xiaoai saw Tsing Yi and the others coming, and opened the door of Jun Moyan's side.

Tsing Yi saw Jun Moyan's naked back at a glance.

I don't know what has been pierced by five black blood holes, and they are constantly bubbling black blood, even black smoke.

The skin around the wound was bluish gray.

When the alcoholic saw this, his heart sank.

"poisoned."

"First put the third master in the back seat." Tsing Yi put the medicine box on the ground, and together with the alcoholic, he moved Jun Moyan to the back seat.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai was also covered in blood, Tsing Yi asked hurriedly, "Where did you hurt Miss Wen?"

"I'm fine." Wen Xiaoai answered, and then got out of the car and came to the back seat.

Wen Xiaoai got into the car and helped Jun Moyan, who was unconscious, to lean on him, leaving his wounded back to the alcoholic.

Tsing Yi drove back to Wuyuan with the three of them.

The lights in the car were not bright enough, so the drunkard took out a small flashlight, shone it on Jun Moyan's back, and checked the wound.

He gently pressed his fingers on the rotten skin around his wound, watching the black air coming out of the wound, and frowning his brows.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jun Moyan holding Jun Moyan. He was also looking at Jun Moyan's wound, Wen Xiaoai who sobbed from time to time.

"What hurts?" the drunkard asked.

"Yes Yes……"

Wen Xiaoai didn't know how to tell him, but after hesitating for a while, he didn't say that this was Wu Zhi who had become a ghost.

The avoiding and bewildered look in Wen Xiaoai's eyes made the drunkard be sure that this injury was not artificial.

Is it caused by a monster?

What demon?

"Do you know what poison this is?"

"Corpse."

Wen Xiaoai did not hide this.

"Which is wet?" Tsing Yi, who was driving in front, asked.

It was an alcoholic who answered him.

"The dead body."

"Corpse poison? What kind of poison is this? Is it powerful? Can it be solved?" The first time I heard of this poison.

"Awesome, of course, it's the first time I've seen it." The drunkard looked heavy, looking at Jun Moyan's still rotting wound, helpless.

He had only heard about the corpse poison from the master, and learned a little about it in the book.

The so-called corpse poison is actually a virus produced after a corpse decays.

It's just that in medicine, there has never been the term "corpse poison".

If I change to another doctor, I’m afraid I don’t even know what it is.

But there are many folk sayings about corpse poison.

The drunkard had never touched this thing, but he knew what Wen Xiaoai said for the first time, only because he had read a lot of books about whether people would become ghosts after death.

He had also been superstitious.