Chapter 70: CH 71

Chapter 71 Love is a light, and it's so green

A strange furnace was burning in the dark underground. Even with the furnace outlet open to the outside of the wall and the air vent running, the room was still sultry.

Iron racks covered the surrounding walls, with labels attached under rows of unusual ores, and many wooden boxes and glass bottles were also organized in this manner.

Yi Yan sat on a chair with his legs crossed in front of the furnace, silently watching the flames. The orange fire and the 'crackling' sound of wood burning threw a warm glow on him.

"The next step is to add the dragon bones." He spoke suddenly.

Bai Yu nodded, held a booklet in one hand, and walked to a certain iron frame on the wall, followed the labels, and came to a halt in front of a specific wooden box, opened the wooden box, and discovered two small white bones inside.

"Dragon bone is a unique snake bone that has been alive for 50 years. Bai Yu, you must remember what I'm going to do next. Making a copper-colored 'tool' requires great care. There is no scope for even an iota of error when it comes to time or heat controlling the materials."

After he finished speaking, Yi Yan rose up, opened the small door in the middle of the furnace with a hook, and jerked his chin to signal Bai Yu to put the dragon bones in.

Monsters could be restrained with bronze. With just one weapon, it was possible to kill zombies whose strength and powers greatly exceeded those of mortals. Such weapons were extremely valuable, and Bai Yu had only seen them a few times in his grandfather's home.

Later, after joining the craftsmen circle, he recognized that being able to create a copper-colored 'tool' was a high point that some craftsmen would never attain in their lifetime.

Even if the craftsman dies, the production method will not be divulged to the public, and it was only passed down to males and not females. If the successor lacked skill, the craftsmen would rather take the knowledge to their grave than pass it to outsiders.

And now he had access to the craftsmanship that countless second-rate highly skilled craftsmen had pursued for a lifetime!

Bai Yu suspected that, though Yi Yan did not express it explicitly, Yi Yan wished to pass on his skills to him. He expected this to happen many years later, but Yi Yan surprised him by teaching him in a month!

Does he believe in me so much?

Bai Yu, visibly touched, glanced at Yi Yan and hurriedly threw in the dragon bones where Yi Yan had indicated. Yi Yan returned his gaze and smiled: "I know what you're thinking. Didn't I mention I cannot guarantee I'll be able to return alive from my expedition to Qishan..."

He placed his palm on top of Bai Yu's head and gently caressed it.

"I'll give you everything I've got..."

The slender eyes and the raised smile were extremely gentle.

There were no lies in that moment.

Bai Yu understood Yi Yan had become obsessed with getting rid of monsters, and that he... wanted to exploit him, but he was also quite nice to Bai Yu at times, and Bai Yu could see the strong emotion in Yi Yan's eyes when he looked at him!

It is this type of candy, mixed with a sour taste, that makes children who have never tasted sweets find it difficult to let go. Even if it contains a steel nail, as long as it does not hurt the tongue, they want to keep it in their mouth before it causes them to bleed.

People are unscrupulous for the sake of that little bit of sweetness, and most of the world's feelings are similar.

A pair of tongs was used to extract the red-hot weapon, which emitted an ear-piercing sizzle when submerged in the water filled with various potions. Yi Yan took Bai Yu's hand and brought him to the water while white mist billowed around them.

"You have a lot of talent. Even with my guidance, completing your first job in a mere month is tough." Yi Yan dangled Bai Yu's palm over the water, saying, "This is your very first gold tool. Do you like it?"

"Yeah!"

He gave a firm nod.

Bai Yu's hand glided up and down in the air, as if to touch the magical weapon again, while a golden sheen gradually spread over the red-hot weapon in the potion.

A few minutes later, the brilliant gold turned into a heavier and simpler copper-gold.

That golden color fell into his eyes in the orange fire of the furnace, revealing his obsession...

On the other side, the villa.

Two pajamas tossed on the fur carpet, long jet-black and silver hair entwined on a double bed.

The bed shook slightly.

Wen Fengjin was firmly pressed against Wang Xiaomie's chest. Wang Xiaomie laid on his back on the bed, the corners of his eyes red and damp from the discomfort. His collarbone was severely sunken, and he started gasping for air as if something had relaxed. As he looked up at the roof, his eyes were foggy, and his glabella was creased into a deep groove.

"I know it hurts, but you bear with it."

When the narrow and long peculiar eyes saw Wang Xiaomie's uncomfortable appearance, they became gloomy, and Wen Fengjin's chilly hand continued to exert power.

"Feel for the blood tie between you and me, and you'll be much more at ease."

Wang Xiaomie nodded slightly and chewed his lips so hard that they turned pale.

The next moment, the narrow and long strange eyes suddenly flooded with red!

"Ah!!!"

Xiaomie's tightly closed eyes snapped wide open, and his moist pupils were instantly engulfed with dense wisps of scarlet that nearly obscured his eyes!

His body hurt so horribly that he shuddered and almost flipped over, and cold sweat almost saturated his forehead and body, but he was firmly pressed down by the man's large palm on his chest!

"It hurts! Ahhhh—! It hurts, my head— ahhhh!"

On the bed, Wang Xiaomie opened his mouth and let out a miserable wail, his fingers dug into his hair as he screamed frantically, ripping out countless strands of his long black hair, and kicking his legs hard when he couldn’t move his body!

"Ahhhhhh, Fengjin, it hurts. It hurts so bad! Please let me go— let me go!!!"

His sweat drenched the bed sheets as though they had been dipped in water in a matter of seconds. Fortunately, they had been properly prepared, and neither of the two men was dressed. Wen Fengjin sat astride Wang Xiaomie's stomach, not allowing him to move. Wen Fengjin's face was black enough to spill ink from seeing Wang Xiaomie in such misery, and he'd squeezed his free hand into a tight fist that was quivering.

"Bear with it, it will be over soon, Xiaomie, don't hurt yourself!"

Wen Fengjin yelled at him, but Wang Xiaomie was only concerned with his pain and looked insane. Wen Fengjin clenched his jaw and gripped Wang Xiaomie's hands firmly. Taking advantage of Wang Xiaomie's struggle, he gripped Xiaomie's wrists with one hand while continuing to hold Wang Xiaomie down with his right!

An unseen force whirled around the surroundings. The long and narrow eyes with dark pupils that occupied the eye sockets almost completely became scarlet as a result of this tremendous power. Wang Xiaomie's strength was also depleted; his rising chest created an arc as it rose off the bed, and his spine nearly snapped.

The cyan blood vessels concealed in the flesh and blood all over his body erupted under the thin skin in a matter of seconds, bulging like strips of plastic cannulas!

And the fair-skinned body, which had infinite vitality, began to dry up as well. Wang Xiaomie stared at the roof, his bloodshot, unfocused eyes wide open. His face was covered in raised veins...

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This scene seemed to show Wen Fengjin's hand on his chest draining the vitality from his body.

"It hurts, I’m in pain; Fengjin, I’m in so much pain..."

As two streaks of tears flowed down his cheeks, he mumbled hoarsely. The individual who had been struggling fiercely had lost his strength and collapsed on the bed as if dead.

Wang Xiaomie's appearance was far from his normal handsome and genial appearance at this time. It would be an understatement to say he was a terrifying mummy.

He was in excruciating pain.

Wen Fengjin was aware of this.

He swore he would never let his shixiong be hurt while he lived in the hollow of his palm. Even if he were a corpse, he would sleep like a real human.

YI YAN...

Wen Fengjin, livid, let go of Xiaomie, who'd lost strength. His fingernails caused deep slashes in his wrist, dripping blood down and into Wang Xiaomie's lips.

In an instant, the bitter and astringent medicinal aroma permeated the entire bedroom. Wang Xiaomie was dazedly staring at the roof, and when his lips were wet with thick blood droplets, he lowered his gaze slightly.

"Drip, drip, drip."

Wang Xiaomie stopped mumbling "it hurts" as blood leaked into the crack of his lips. His eyes turned red as he calmed down and became docile.

The blood contract was fed and showed its effect.

Because of his regenerating power, he'd made multiple cuts ten minutes later. Blood continued to drain, and the smell of medicine in the bedroom threatened to suffocate people.

Wen Fengjin's face was turning pale, as if he'd suffered a terrible setback. Wang Xiaomie eventually twisted wildly, holding to the side of the bed, and "Blargh!" vomited red liquid on the carpet at this point!

Wen Fengjin instantly stopped the blood contract and scooped up the man who was gripping the foot of the bed and wrapped in his arms after he vomited.

His love was undiminished and perhaps more enduring as he hugged the person in his arms tightly and kissed the ugly corpse's forehead with his lips. He pressed his lips on Xiaomie's brow, calling out Wang Xiaomie's name, until the corpse's flesh and blood were well-rounded, as if air had been breathed into it, and the face restored to its prior appearance.

Xiaomie's torn black hair was spread on the side of the pillow, and sweat had formed the shape of him on the pillow and dark sheets.

Wen Fengjin carried Wang Xiaomie to the bathroom to bathe after his condition had stabilized. He brought him to the second bedroom because the bed in their bedroom was filthy.

He never let go of his grip for a second.

Wang Xiaomie opened his eyes in the dark with pain all over his body. "It hurts," he murmured, opening his mouth.

Wen Fengjin caressed his face with his palm and softly rubbed his eyes' corners with his thumb.

His voice was light and low. "It's okay, it's all right."

"Mn."

Wang Xiaomie took a deep breath, looked at Wen Fengjin, was dazed, and responded quietly.

Wen Fengjin had no idea how vicious and morbid his own eyes were. They caused fear, and the hand that grabbed Wang Xiaomie's shoulder was clutched so tightly that Wang Xiaomie's nerves, which were no longer as sensitive, felt the pain.

Almost crazy. This was the first thought that came to Wang Xiaomie's mind when he looked at Wen Fengjin.

"I'm fine, Fengjin." Wang Xiaomie gulped and comforted him.

Wen Fengjin hugged him quietly without saying anything. Wang Xiaomie was afraid to stimulate him. He was wrapped like a silkworm in the quilt, revealing his little head and admiring his man's gorgeous face.

Wen Fengjin appeared to have sobered up after another half hour.

Wang Xiaomie noticed that his expression had calmed down and he had returned to being indifferent to everyone and asked quickly: "How did it go? Did you get rid of the thing I drank? Damn, it's this painful the first time, and I'm not sure how many times he wants me to drink it. Shit!"

Xiao Wenzi anticipated how many tactics Yi Yan would use to deal with them while in the tomb palace, so they understood whether the water in the bottle was poisoned or not.

If Yi Yan intended to employ poison but delay its flare-up and also avoid it being noticed by Wen Fengjin, he needed to divide it into many doses and force it out before the attack.

Bai Yu was sure to look for Yi Yan, and Wen Fengjin had predicted their actions with God-like accuracy. He had done a blood sacrifice for Xiaomie tonight in order to force the poison out.

But he had no idea this poison would be so deadly! Laozi was seriously hurt!

Wang Xiaomie cursed Yi Yan seven or eight times. "I don't believe he doesn’t want to kill with the poison. F*ck, he's so cruel..."

"I changed my mind." Wen Fengjin suddenly said, his tone icy. "I'm going to kill him right now!"

"Don't be rash! Didn’t An Kai tell you Yi Yan is definitely not a simple character?!" cried Wang Xiaomie, twisted in his arms like a silkworm a few times, and added anxiously, "Do you know how many dolls like that girl he has, not to mention the weapon he has to restrain you?!"

"He was able to cause An Kai to suffer a significant loss and flee effortlessly twenty years ago. And An Kai is a drought demon! God only knows what that man became! Even if you kill him, you won't be able to escape unscathed!"

Wen Fengjin's countenance remained gloomy after Wang Xiaomie finished speaking, indicating that he had not abandoned his plans.

Wang Xiaomie, enraged, shouted at him, "Go! If you want to turn laozi into a widower, you go right ahead!"

"A widower’s door is full of troubles, and I’ll cuckold you everyday! I’ll let your memorial tablet shine green!"

"You dare," Wen Fengjin said after a brief silence.

Wang Xiaomie laughed at him: "You’ll be dead by then, see if I dare!"

"Hehe." He pouted and sang, "Love is a light[1]~ green until you panic~ la la la la la~”

"......"

Wen Fengjin silently squeezed his face and flicked his noggin.

"I’ll kill you!"

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