At this time, the Eight Realm Blood Cultist had taken the opportunity to distance himself and was about to escape.
Yang Si glanced at him and did not pursue him. He leaned down and helped Qingyuan up from the ground.
"Qingyuan is okay."
Qingyuan was slapped by the Seventh Realm Blood Cultist just now, but it wasn't a big problem. As long as he didn't die on the spot, Yang Si, who was holding the Nine-Turn Soul Restoration Pill in his hand, didn't panic.
There are still more than 6 million points in Yang Si's system that were settled just last night.
After helping Qingyuan up, Yang Si pulled off the cloth covering Qingyuan's mouth.
"Four...Fourth Young Master."
Qingyuan looked at Yang Si with tears in his eyes and deep reluctance.
"Okay, it's okay."
"How are you? Are you injured?"
Yang Si took out a Nine-Transformation Soul-Returning Pill.
Although Qingyuan is already in the seventh realm, he just received a slap.
But Qingyuan just shook his head, opened his mouth, and kept crying.
"Fourth Young Master...I'm sorry..."
"Qingyuan, I really want to repay you..."
"But...it can only be in the next life..."
Hearing this, Yang Si smiled: "What nonsense are you talking about, what about the next life, and you don't owe me anything, so what should I repay?"
"Sure enough, Fourth Young Master doesn't remember..."
"That winter, a grandfather and grandson who were performing arts would have died in the ice and snow if it hadn't been for your help, Fourth Young Master."
Qingyuan looked at Yang Si dreamingly and said.
Hearing this, Yang Si frowned. He had never done this before, had he?
Then he started to look up the memory of the original owner. If he didn't do it, it could only be done by the original owner of the body.
Finally, Yang Si remembered this. It is indeed the behavior of the original owner of the body.
In the ice and snow, an old man playing the erhu and a thin little girl were performing a show.
But in the winter, who would watch buskers on the street?
Although the original owner of the body was incompetent in literature and martial arts, the Yang family's education was still good, and the original owner's three views were very upright.
Finally, the original owner of the body came to help, took them to the house, gave them a hot meal, and then gave them some money.
The grandfather and grandson are naturally very grateful. If it weren't for Yang Si and the grandfather and grandson, there is a high probability that they would have died of cold in some winter.
But the little girl back then was thin, holding a wooden lyre and lowering her head.
Yang Si didn't even see her face clearly, but now he thought it was Qingyuan.
No wonder this little girl was so enthusiastic and adoring when she saw her, thinking she was really her little crush.
Qingyuan is not like that kind of mindless "star-chaser". It turns out that there is still this level of intersection.
"Then your father..."
Yang Si wanted to ask Qingyuan how her grandfather was doing, but she suddenly stopped talking and her expression changed drastically.
Qingyuan's neck began to have blood-colored veins bulging, and they spread towards his face.
At the same time, Qingyuan's eyes began to turn red.
Yang Si looked ugly, thirsty for blood pills!
Yang Si suddenly turned his head and looked at the body of the Seventh Realm Blood Cultist. He was already dead, but his face still showed a strange look and a strange smile when looking in this direction.
No wonder this guy covered Qingyuan's mouth with a piece of cloth.
He actually stuffed a bloodthirsty pill into Qingyuan. The death palm was not intended to kill Qingyuan, but to make Qingyuan swallow the bloodthirsty pill.
"Damn it!"
Yang Si clenched his fists tightly, crushed the brocade box in his hand, and took out the Nine-Turn Soul Restoring Pill.
Yang Si didn't know if it would be useful, so he could only treat it like a dead horse.
"Quick, eat it." Yang Si stuffed the Jiuzhuan Soul Return Pill into Qingyuan's mouth.
"Fourth Young Master, don't waste it..."
Qingyuan knew how precious the Nine Transformation Soul-Returning Pill was.
"Stop talking and be obedient. Don't you want to repay me? Then you can't die."
Yang Si hugged Qingyuan, anxiously thinking about the explosion.
Qingyuan's eyes were dim, and the reason in his eyes began to disappear little by little. The red light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the raised bloody veins began to spread to his face.
"Fourth Young Master, I am so...ugly..."
Qingyuan said with difficulty.
"Be good, not ugly. Qingyuan is very good-looking. There must be a way."
Yang Si mobilized his true energy and activated the power of the Nine Transformations Soul-Returning Pill.
However, the effect is not great.
Yang Si wanted to find the blood worm through his true energy.
However, the bloodworm has already entered the brain. The human brain is too mysterious, which makes Yang Si a little confused.
"It's a pity that Qingyuan can't be given to the Fourth Young Master. He has become a cow and a horse. Qingyuan's body is still clean, but like this...Qingyuan must be very ugly."
Qingyuan's sanity was disappearing rapidly, and the power of the Nine-Turn Soul Recovery Pill was exerting itself, keeping Qingyuan's body full of vitality.
However, it had no effect on the bloodworm.
Before, those blood cultists captured Qingyuan, although several of them were really greedy for Qingyuan's appearance and body.
However, none of them took action against Qingyuan.
Blood cultists are crazy. In their eyes, ordinary people are just like blood food.
They have no interest in food, but the reason why they gave Qingyuan a bloodthirsty pill was to transform Qingyuan into a blood cultist.
As long as a blood moth is successfully hatched, in their understanding, Qingyuan will be the same type of person as them, and only then will they be interested.
However, if you want to hatch blood moths, you must have enough blood food. Their station has been exposed, and they are planning to move and then carry out the transformation of Qingyuan.
Unexpectedly, Yang Si stopped him halfway.
"Shh~"
Yang Si pressed Qingyuan's lips with his finger: "Hang on, don't talk nonsense, there must be a way."
"calm…"
Yang Si took a deep breath and recalled in his mind the information about the Blood Cult that he had seen at Mingjian Villa.
Taking Bloodthirsty Pill does not mean death.
If enough blood food can be provided, the blood worm can turn into a cocoon and then emerge from the body as a blood moth.
After the blood moth comes out, it will not be fatal, otherwise there would be no blood cultists.
Is it necessary to save Qingyuan like this?
Yang Si turned his head and looked at the convoy of blood cultists that was starting to run on the other side.
These people should be enough to provide enough energy and blood to hatch the blood moths.
Yang Si hesitated again, although this could save Qingyuan's life.
However, after hatching the blood moths, the brain has been controlled by the blood worms for too long, and the blood worms' desire... bloodlust...
After becoming a blood cultist, people's temperament will change drastically, becoming bloodthirsty and cruel.
Qingyuan definitely doesn't want to become that kind of person.
Yang Si frowned.
Qingyuan is speechless now, and the reason in his eyes is flickering.
She is making a last ditch effort.
Just hang in there.
Yang Si was thinking of a way.
At this time, Qingyuan's face was already covered with bloody veins.
Yang Si was looking for elixirs in Jianghu Game's mall, but there was no similar elixir in Jianghu Games.
what to do?
Yang Si watched as the last trace of reason in Qingyuan's eyes was gradually covered up. Is it true that Qingyuan must be transformed into a blood cultist to save Qingyuan's life?
Yang Si took a deep breath. If he really had to, this was the only way.
correct!
An idea flashed in Yang Si's mind, and he remembered something.
He immediately took out two small porcelain bottles from his arms, which were given to him by Liu Yun when he set out.
There are some irritating powders inside, I don’t know if they have any effect.
