Chapter 864: The Visuals of the Eerie Array (Part 3)
Lianwu thought for a moment, then cut his palm open. Black beads of blood seeped from his palm, forming a line of blood that finally condensed into a circular shape.
Lianwu wrapped this black line of blood around Xiao Xue’s neck, then looked up at Su Yu and said, "I’m sorry, I can only make this one. So, the two of you will have to figure out a way yourselves."
Su Yu said nothing, just nodded.
What Lianwu took was his heart’s blood.
Whether human or spirit, heart’s blood is the source. If it runs dry, a person dies, and a spirit disbands.
So for Lianwu to take out his heart’s blood for Xiao Xue, no matter the reason, he’s already done his utmost. Taking even a little more could cost his life.
Even taking just this little amount does great harm to himself.
Heart’s blood has a limit; it can never exceed its limit.
For Lianwu to do this much for Xiao Xue, Su Yu was left speechless.
As for him and Han Jing, they should be able to withstand it with their willpower.
It’s just that Han Jing hasn’t yet come out of the Illusion Realm, and for Su Yu to say he wasn’t worried would be a lie.
——
When Han Jing opened her eyes, she saw An Chuxue.
An Chuxue was standing about ten meters away, waving at her, her smile bright like a flower, making Han Jing feel momentarily dazed.
Her eyes brightened, and she quickly walked towards An Chuxue, asking as she walked, "An’an, are you okay? Do you know, you almost scared me to death. I just..."
Han Jing stopped abruptly. Wait, she was just in the Illusion Realm and heard An’an calling for help. She was nearly driven insane. Now... she looked at An Chuxue again—was An’an really okay now?
Why wasn’t she speaking?
"An’an, is it really you?" Han Jing felt a bit suspicious. How could she see An’an? Could it be another hallucination?
Just then, An Chuxue suddenly ran off in a direction, and Han Jing, puzzled, shouted after her, "An’an, what are you doing? Come back!"
Han Jing couldn’t help but follow. She took just a few steps when An Chuxue stopped, and then Han Jing saw Su Yaogeng holding Xiao Xue, walking towards her. Han Jing was completely bewildered; something felt wrong. Suddenly, a gigantic stone fell from the sky, landing directly onto the heads of the three of them!
Han Jing’s legs felt like they were filled with lead; she couldn’t even scream. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She felt a chill throughout her body, cold enough to rob her of sensation.
No, it can’t be—
No, something’s wrong. Her mother isn’t here, An’an isn’t right—
Xiao Xue, right, Xiao Xue is with Lianwu, but, but there’s no Lianwu—
Han Jing desperately shook her head; no, nothing was right. She must, she must be hallucinating; it had to be that way! But it was then she saw blood seeping from the ground. Around the fallen An Chuxue, more people appeared—Su Yu, Brother Qiao, Big Brother, Ting Luo...
And then blood kept flowing from their bodies, but Han Jing couldn’t see any wounds, only the blood continuously streaming...