Chapter 1833: Chapter 1830: A Little Gentler
For Xu Wendong, killing these few people was as easy as flipping a hand, but keeping them alive might cause some trouble for Lin Feng.
Seeing that group of shadows closing in step by step, Xu Wendong deliberately made a show of being outmatched, quickly drew his dagger, and fiercely struck it against the Soul-locking Life-taking Hook.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out as the chain snapped in response.
"Sister Ying’er, it’s now, run!" Xu Wendong scooped up Zhao Ying’er in his arms, his figure like lightning, leaping straight toward the mountain peak.
His speed was incredibly fast, vanishing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye, leaving the four shadowy figures stunned in place.
"Big brother, wasn’t he supposed to be quite powerful? How did he just flee like that?" The wretched man looked bewildered, scratching his head, obviously not understanding the situation.
"Should we pursue them?" Another person asked in a low voice, with a hint of hesitation.
"Pursue? What for? Let’s go back and cause trouble for that Lin Feng! That boy dares to trick the four brothers of the Netherworld Ancient Tower; he must be tired of living!" The leader’s face was full of anger, clearly dissatisfied with this mission.
The four exchanged glances and then turned to leave, clearly deciding not to bother anymore but to go back and settle scores with Lin Feng.
Xu Wendong ran wildly, the fallen leaves beneath his feet swept up by the strong wind he created, fluttering like butterflies.
His figure flitted through the mountain forest like a ghost, tightly holding Zhao Ying’er in his arms.
Zhao Ying’er’s hair whipped freely in the wind, occasionally brushing against Xu Wendong’s cheek, bringing a slight chill.
Finally, they arrived at the mountainside.
"This mountain is really tall; I wonder how long it’ll take to reach the top." Xu Wendong panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, every breath seeming to absorb all the surrounding air.
He looked up at the unattainable mountain peak, so tall it seemed to hide in the clouds, looming in and out of sight.
He calculated in his mind that climbing up like this would take at least a day.
At this moment, Zhao Ying’er’s face was as pale as paper, devoid of blood.
Her originally luscious lips were now dry and ashen.
On her fragrant shoulder hung the sinister hook, its point deeply embedded in her flesh.
Bright red blood flowed slowly down her arm, staining her white garment with a startling red.
"Hey..." Zhao Ying’er’s voice was weak, her breath faint, like it was squeezed out from between her teeth.
Xu Wendong’s keen senses caught this faint sound; he immediately rushed forward like an arrow, his eyes full of concern.
"Sister Ying’er, if there’s anything you need, just let me know." Xu Wendong quickly replied.
"Help me... take out the hook." Zhao Ying’er struggled to utter the words, her brows furrowed with pain.
At this moment, she couldn’t remove the hook herself, all her hope rested on Xu Wendong.
Recalling the escape earlier, with Xu Wendong not forgetting to take her along, she found her impression of him greatly improved.
Adding to the fact that Xu Wendong had informed her of her brother’s cause of death, she thought quite well of his character.
"Can it be done?" Xu Wendong squinted slightly, a trace of hesitation flickering in his eyes.
He knew that as someone versed in medical skills, removing the hook shouldn’t be an issue.
However, the problem was that the hook had pierced through Zhao Ying’er’s fragrant shoulder, to extract it, Zhao Ying’er’s clothes would have to be removed.
"Sister Ying’er, to take out the hook, you’ll have to take off your clothes." Xu Wendong said gravely.
"Hmph..." Zhao Ying’er softly snorted, now sharply aware that some bizarre poison seemed to be contained in the hook.
As time passed, the poison seemed to gain a life of its own, wantonly spreading inside her body.
She felt her body growing heavier, her consciousness gradually blurring.
If the hook wasn’t quickly removed, she feared, she would soon perish from the poison.
"Never mind all that, hurry and take it out!" Zhao Ying’er gritted her teeth against the pain, her voice urgent and determined.
Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong did not hesitate for a moment and immediately agreed.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He held the dagger, its blade glinting coldly under the sunlight filtering through the trees.
He carefully brought the dagger close to the fabric on Zhao Ying’er’s shoulder, then gently sliced it, his motion so tender it was as if he were handling an invaluable treasure.
Then, exerting force with both hands, with a ripping sound, Zhao Ying’er’s white dress on her shoulder was instantly torn apart, leaving a gaping hole.
With this, the enticing curves below her fragrant shoulder were fully revealed, resembling peaks smooth and flawless like Sheep Jade. Perhaps due to tension and pain, they blushed slightly, as if colored by the sunset at the horizon.
The crimson-purple veins, like meandering streams, were clearly visible under the skin, further accentuating its delicate texture.
Xu Wendong felt a tightness in his throat, swallowing unconsciously.
A flicker of an unusual light passed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to resist the internal urges, constantly reminding himself that he was a doctor, with the primary task of saving lives at this moment.
"My apologies." Xu Wendong pressed his palms together, sincerely apologizing, his voice carrying a trace of guilt.
"Less talk!" Zhao Ying’er grew increasingly anxious, sensing the poison within her spreading like surging tides with astonishing speed.
The poison heated her entire body, making her feel submerged in raging flames, as if her entire being was being seared by fire, even burning her Divine Soul, causing immense suffering.
"Pulling it out forcefully won’t work..." Xu Wendong furrowed his brows, gazing intently at the sinister hook in Zhao Ying’er’s shoulder, contemplating in silence.
He took a deep breath to steady his emotions, then reached out with his large hand, gently pressing down on Zhao Ying’er’s smooth, white shoulder like Sheep Jade.
With his other hand, he carefully grasped the hook, starting to tug it gently.
His movements were gentle and focused, each delicate action like a precise surgery, attempting in this way to gradually remove the hook from Zhao Ying’er’s shoulder.
Yet with every slight tug, Zhao Ying’er couldn’t help but let out a soft hum.
Her voice was tender and melodious, carrying a tinge of pain, like wind chimes fluttered by a gentle breeze in spring, softly resonating in the silent forest.
"Ah... be gentle!" Zhao Ying’er bit her lip, frowning deeply, her eyes filled with pain, her voice infused with a hint of pleading.
Xu Wendong: "Sister Ying’er, then I’ll take it slow."
"No, hurry up! Faster!" Zhao Ying’er resisted the pain, her voice urgent and resolved.
"If it’s fast, it won’t be gentle; bear with the pain, it’s like this the first time." Xu Wendong spoke while channeling Yin Energy within, covering Zhao Ying’er’s wound, trying to alleviate her pain.
Under the cover of Yin Energy, he sped up his actions, gradually extracting the hook.
Time ticked by slowly.
Finally, a few minutes later, the hook was successfully removed.
The wound was shocking, with skin and flesh torn, blood flowing.
Fortunately, Xu Wendong, skilled in medicine, found healing such a wound to be no challenge.
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