Chapter 572

"I still have things to do!" Zhong Wanjun struggled endlessly, unwilling to give up.

"You still have things to do? Do you know how you've managed to stay alive this long?" Mei Er sneered.

"I don't know!" Zhong Wanjun strained with all his strength, his voice filled with resolve.

"Because I made that pill!" Mei Er grinned wickedly: "At first, I wanted to get close to you, but you refused. Now it's too late!"

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"Ugh!" Zhong Wanjun's expression changed abruptly; he looked up at Mei Er, his eyes bloodshot. He wanted to curse, but had no strength left—he was completely drained, unable to move even a finger.

"I understand you're furious!" Mei Er acted as if she hadn't seen Zhong Wanjun's murderous glare, still wearing a casual smile.

"But it doesn't matter. Soon, you won't be able to be angry anymore."

"You definitely have a way to save him, don't you?" Lei Ting's beautiful eyes filled with tears as she pleaded with Mei Er: "Can you save him? I'll do anything!"

"Lei Ting!" Zhong Wanjun clenched his teeth, forcing out two words—but it had no effect, only making his face redder.

Mei Er turned to look at Zhong Wanjun, then back at Lei Ting, smiling sweetly: "Lei Ting, don't worry. If you're willing to work for me, I can brew a potion to delay the toxin's progression—it won't just slow it, but help him recover quickly."

"What's the demand?" Lei Ting asked urgently.

"Lei Ting, don't bow to him!" Zhong Wanjun roared, struggling to sit up—but it was useless.

"Don't waste your energy resisting," Mei Er glanced at Zhong Wanjun and mocked: "Right now, even if you offered your neck, I wouldn't bother killing you!"

"Hahaha!"

Mei Er laughed loudly, as if encountering something immensely amusing. She had expected this moment all along—now she was merely going with the flow.

She slowly approached Zhong Wanjun, her voice dripping with sinister amusement: "I know you're suffering, but it doesn't matter. Soon, you'll be fine."

【430】 Not a single normal person

"Lei Ting, don't submit to him!" Zhong Wanjun shouted with all his remaining strength.

"Don't speak," Mei Er glared fiercely at Zhong Wanjun, then continued smiling: "Lei Ting, you'd better think carefully about my suggestion."

Lei Ting hesitated, then finally couldn't resist her inner thoughts and asked: "I want to know—if I agree to what you say, can you truly restore Zhong Wanjun?"

"Of course," Mei Er beamed: "I'll give you one minute."

Saying this, Mei Er stepped aside, watching everything with amusement, savoring Zhong Wanjun's agonized expression. "seven-eight-seven."

Lei Ting said nothing, weighing the pros and cons. She had to be careful—otherwise the consequences would be dire.

Soon after, Lei Ting shook her head and said: "I can agree—but you must treat Zhong Wanjun first."

"Here's ten days' worth of medicine. Take it, and the toxin will ease." Mei Er extended her hand, tossing a small vial of powdered medicine before Lei Ting, who snatched it up immediately.

"Thank you," Lei Ting took the antidote, looked at Mei Er, and asked: "What do you want us to do?"

"Kill Dugu Lang," Mei Er smiled.

Upon hearing Mei Er's words, both Zhong Wanjun and Lei Ting froze.

"Are you insane?" Lei Ting's face darkened. "You know we have no chance against Dugu Lang."

"I know," Mei Er's tone grew colder. "That's why I need you to find Dugu Lang's weakness—and kill him while he's vulnerable!"

After a pause, Mei Er suddenly snarled: "If you refuse, Zhong Wanjun will die—and so will you!"

Hearing this, Zhong Wanjun's eyes blazed with uncontrollable rage. If only his body weren't too weak to move even a finger, he would have rushed forward and killed Mei Er himself.

In that moment, his heart was filled with profound shame and fury—a hatred unlike any he'd ever known spread through him.

He hated himself for being so weak, unable even to protect Lei Ting. He hated Mei Er for her cruelty—using others to harm someone.

"I hope you make me satisfied," Mei Er smiled, winking at Zhong Wanjun, then swayed her slender waist as she left the room.

After watching Mei Er depart, Zhong Wanjun clenched his teeth, fists tightly balled, knuckles cracking with friction.

"Lei Ting, absolutely do not accept her offer. Someone like her can't be trusted. I'd rather die than be manipulated." Zhong Wanjun's eyes were red, nearly roaring these words—his entire face consumed by fury, his heart brimming with hatred.

Lei Ting exhaled slowly, shaking her head: "I can't bear to see you suffer anymore. If there's a way, I won't give up."

Saying this, Lei Ting raised the antidote, intending to force-feed it to Zhong Wanjun.

Zhong Wanjun struggled fiercely, shaking his head violently, refusing to swallow the antidote.

"Don't move," Lei Ting quickly stopped him: "I'll handle it. Believe me—I'll make it work."

Zhong Wanjun stubbornly refused—he didn't want to be Lei Ting's burden. That's why he wanted to die.

"Zhong Wanjun, stop holding on!" Lei Ting's eyes welled with tears, her voice choked with sobs.

Zhong Wanjun trembled all over. He couldn't bear to see Lei Ting cry, nor could he bear to let her suffer because of him.

Finally, Zhong Wanjun stopped resisting, surrendered, opened his mouth, and let Lei Ting feed him the antidote.

The antidote dissolved instantly, becoming a force that surged into his body.

Instantly, warmth spread through Zhong Wanjun's entire body, drawing a low groan from him—a sensation he'd never felt before, deeply soothing.

Zhong Wanjun felt his body grow light as air; he sensed his combat power gradually returning, his limbs filled with strength.

Moreover, he felt his mind sharpening, his reflexes quickening. The chaotic energy within him now began to stabilize.

Lei Ting clearly noticed these changes, astonished and delighted: "Zhong Wanjun, your combat power's returned?"

"Mm." Zhong Wanjun nodded. He now felt endless strength, eager to fight.

"Congratulations, Zhong Wanjun," Lei Ting instinctively embraced him, tears pouring like a fountain.

She understood Zhong Wanjun's feelings for her—but she couldn't accept them. This 4.6 filled her with guilt.

"Lei Ting, I know you care for Wang Da Dong. I won't say anything—but remember what I said today: if danger comes, your first priority is to protect yourself." Zhong Wanjun patted her back, solemnly warning.

He loved Lei Ting deeply, willing to give everything for her—but he refused to let her suffer even a single scratch. That's why he'd rather die than help her.

Hearing Zhong Wanjun's words, Lei Ting's eyes welled again, tears flooding out like a dam breaking.

Zhong Wanjun gazed toward the door and said gravely: "We must figure out how to escape. None of these people are normal."

【431】 Betrayed by someone familiar

"Of course they're not normal."

Before the words had even faded, Kui Qi's figure suddenly appeared before them.

"Who are you?" Lei Ting watched Kui Qi warily; she could sense the overwhelming pressure he carried, making her body tremble involuntarily.

Kui Qi glanced coldly at Lei Ting and Zhong Wanjun, then said calmly: "Someone sent me to order you to leave."

"Order us to leave? Aren't you one of Dugu Lang's men?" Zhong Wanjun frowned tightly.

"Hah!" Kui Qi sneered. "I've long since turned from evil. I serve only my master now. Everyone else means nothing—they're not even worthy."

Hearing Kui Qi's words, Zhong Wanjun's eyes sharply contracted in shock as he asked: "You're no longer under Dugu Lang's command?"

"Huh? What are you trying to say?" Kui Qi frowned slightly, confused.

Zhong Wanjun replied calmly: "Nothing."

Before understanding the situation, he wouldn't speak rashly. After all, he still didn't know Kui Qi's true intentions, and he didn't want to put Lei Ting in danger.

Seeing Zhong Wanjun unwilling to elaborate, Kui Qi shrugged and said: "Time's up. Come with me."

Zhong Wanjun and Lei Ting exchanged a glance, then rose without a word and walked toward the door, following Kui Qi out of the room.

Fortune is always won through peril; they decided to temporarily trust Kui Qi and take the gamble.

But before they had gone far, Kui Qi felt an unknown force pinning him down.

"Who?" Kui Qi's eyes flashed with ferocity as he spun around, staring at the empty space beside him, growling: "Show yourself!"

"Whoosh!"

A ripple stirred in the void, and then a young man slowly stepped out of the air—his face handsome, black hair streaming, radiating a sharp, regal aura.

"You?" Kui Qi's face darkened, his eyes glacial.

He never imagined he'd encounter Zhao Kai here.

"Surprised?" Zhao Kai smirked faintly.

"Yes, truly unexpected. I never thought you'd come here too. Did Dugu Lang send you?" Kui Qi asked in a low voice.

Zhao Kai waved his hand. "What do you think?"

Kui Qi snorted, cold killing intent flashing in his eyes: "If you're here on Dugu Lang's orders, you should've struck already. What are you playing at?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to tell you—Mei'er is planning to betray Dugu Lang," Zhao Kai grinned.

"What? How? How could Mei'er betray Dugu Lang?" Kui Qi's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Zhao Kai waved his hand, sighing: "It's Dugu Lang's own fault—he's too eager to seize the Golden Time-Space. And I was never his man to begin with. The one he trusted most… you, even you, are turning against him. That's what caught me off guard."

"So, even the Wu Lin Alliance's trash can't be trusted," Kui Qi sneered. Though he had found Lin Yu, he had always looked down on the current Wu Lin Alliance and never believed in its people.

"What do you mean?"