In the dim underground, a strange furnace burned. Even though the chimney of the furnace led outside the wall, the room was still stuffy as the ventilation was closed.
The walls around were all installed with iron racks supporting the ceiling. Rows of peculiar ores were labeled underneath, along with many wooden boxes and glass bottles.
Yi Yan sat with his legs crossed on a chair by the furnace, silently gazing at the fire. The crackling sound of burning wood and the orange glow warmed him.
“The next step is to add dragon bones,” he suddenly said.
Bai Yu nodded, holding a small booklet and walking to a certain iron rack on the wall. Following the labels, he stopped at a wooden box and opened it, revealing two small white bones.
“Dragon bones are special serpent bones that have lived for fifty years. Bai Yu, you must remember what I’m about to do next. Making the bronze ‘tool’ is extremely meticulous, leaving no room for error in terms of time, temperature, or materials.”
After finishing his words, Yi Yan stood up, using a hook to open a small door in the middle of the furnace, gesturing for Bai Yu to put in the dragon bones.
Bronze instruments were weapons that could restrain monsters. With just one weapon, it could kill zombies whose strength and abilities far exceeded ordinary people. Such weapons were extremely precious, so much so that Bai Yu had only seen them a few times at his grandfather’s place.
Later, when he himself entered the circle of craftsmen, he realized that being able to make bronze ‘instruments’ was a pinnacle that some craftsmen could not reach in their entire lives.
The methods of production were not something craftsmen would reveal even in death, and there were even rules of passing it only to sons, not daughters. If the offspring lacked talent, they wouldn’t even pass it on to anyone else even if it meant taking it to the grave.
Now, this craft that countless second-rate and first-rate craftsmen pursued throughout their lives had fallen on him!
He had guessed that Yi Yan would pass on his skills to him, even if not immediately, but maybe many years later. He hadn’t expected that within a month, Yi Yan would teach him!
Did he really trust him that much?
Bai Yu looked at Yi Yan with some excitement. At Yi Yan’s gesture, he quickly threw the dragon bones into the furnace. Yi Yan looked back at him and smiled, “I know what you’re thinking. I said before that when I go to Qishan in the future, I cannot guarantee whether I’ll live or die…”
He placed his hand on Bai Yu’s head and rubbed it slowly.
“I will give you everything I have…”
His slender eyebrows and the smile on his lips were extremely gentle.
At this moment, there were no lies.
Bai Yu knew that Yi Yan’s obsession was to eliminate monsters, and he also knew that he… wanted to use him. But sometimes, the man was really good to him. He could see the intense emotion in Yi Yan’s eyes when he looked at him!
It’s like those candies with a hint of sourness, making kids who’ve never tasted anything sweet reluctant to let go, even if there’s a steel nail inside. They’d want to keep it in their mouths, even before it pricks their tongue and draws blood.
For that slightest taste of sweetness, people in this world resort to any means necessary.
The heated weapon was clamped out by tongs and placed into a basin filled with various potions, emitting an ear-piercing sizzle. White vapor billowed, and Yi Yan held Bai Yu’s hand, leading him to look into the basin.
“You have real talent. Although I guided you, you made your first piece in just a month.” Yi Yan held his hand over the basin and said, “This is your first golden instrument. Do you like it?”
“Yeah!” He nodded heavily.
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Meanwhile, in the villa.
A king-size bed, two sets of pajamas tossed on the fluffy carpet, with black and silver long hair entangled.
The bed swayed slightly.
Wen Fengjin pressed down on Wang Xiaomie’s chest. He lay on his back on the bed, his eyes reddening with discomfort. His collarbone was deeply sunken, and he began to breathe slowly as if to ease something, his gaze somewhat hazy as he looked at the ceiling, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.
“It hurts a bit, bear with it.”
Seeing Wang Xiaomie’s discomfort, Wen Fengjin’s narrow and long heterochromatic pupils darkened, and his ice-cold palm continued to exert pressure.
“Feel the blood oath between you and me, and you’ll feel much better.”
Wang Xiaomie bit his lips until they turned pale, nodding gently.
In the next moment, the narrow and long heterochromatic pupils suddenly emitted a mist of blood!
“Ah!!!”
Xiaomie’s tightly closed eyes snapped open, his moist pupils instantly covered with densely packed blood vessels, almost obscuring his vision!
With a jolt of pain, his body almost flipped over, cold sweat almost soaking his forehead and body entirely, but the large hand of the man pressing against his chest firmly held him down!
“It hurts! Ahhhh—! It hurts so much, my head— ahhhh!”
Wang Xiaomie on the bed screamed in agony, his fingers entwining into his own hair, pulling at it frantically, ripping out countless strands of his black long hair, and unable to move his body, he kicked vigorously!
“Ahhh, it hurts so much, Fengjin, it hurts! Let go of me—let go of me!!!”
In just a few seconds, sweat drenched the bedsheet as if it were water. Fortunately, they were well-prepared long ago, both of them not wearing any clothes. Wen Fengjin straddled Wang Xiaomie’s abdomen to keep him from moving. Seeing Wang Xiaomie in so much pain, Wen Fengjin’s face turned darker than ink, and he tightly clenched his other hand, trembling with force until his fists shook.
“Hold on, it will pass soon. Xiaomie, don’t hurt yourself!”
Wen Fengjin shouted loudly, but Wang Xiaomie was only preoccupied with the pain, looking frantic. Wen Fengjin’s jaw clenched, and he stretched out his hands to restrain Wang Xiaomie’s hands. Taking advantage of Xiaomie’s struggles, he held his wrists with one hand, then continued to place his right hand on Xiaomie’s chest!
An invisible force surrounded them, carrying immense power. The heterochromatic pupils, almost occupying the entire elongated eye sockets, turned completely crimson. Xiaomie also exhausted his strength, his chest arching into a circular shape as it rose off the bed, almost snapping his spine.
Within seconds, all the greenish-blue veins lurking beneath his skin emerged, bulging like plastic IV tubes.
And the fair, lifeful body began to wither to a grayish-blue, as Xiaomie stared wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes unfocused, towards the ceiling. The protruding veins spread across his face…
It looked as if Wen Fengjin’s hand placed on his chest had drained the life out of this body.
“It hurts, I hurt, Fengjin, it hurts so bad…”
In hoarse murmurs, mixed with tears streaming down, the person who had struggled just a moment ago now lay powerless, collapsed on the bed as if dead.
Gone was Wang Xiaomie’s appearance of gentlemanly grace, now replaced with something that even calling it a terrifying mummy would be an understatement.
He was in excruciating pain.
Wen Fengjin knew.
He had sworn to let his shixiong live in the palm of his hand, never to suffer any harm, even if he was a corpse, he would sleep as if he were alive.
YI YAN…
Wen Fengjin, with a pale face, released the powerless Xiaomie. His fingernails left a deep gash on his wrist, and fresh blood slowly trickled down, landing on Xiaomie’s lips.
A bitter medicinal scent filled the entire bedroom for a moment. Xiaomie, dazed, stared at the ceiling, his lips moistened by the thick drops of blood dripping down through the cracks.
“Drip, drip, drip.”
As the blood seeped into his lips, Xiaomie stopped mumbling “it hurts.” He quieted down obediently, his eyes turning completely red.
The blood oath had taken effect.
Ten minutes later, due to his healing ability, Fengjin opened the wounds several times, causing continuous blood loss. The medicinal scent in the bedroom was suffocating.
Wen Fengjin’s face also showed signs of defeat. At this moment, Xiaomie finally began to twist frantically. He leaned over the side of the bed and vomited a pool of red liquid onto the carpet!
After vomiting, Wen Fengjin quickly stopped the blood oath. He grabbed the hunched over Xiaomie, wrapped him in the bedsheet, and held him tightly in his arms.
He held the person tightly, pressing his lips against the ugly forehead of the corpse, his love unabated, even more passionate. He rubbed his lips against it, calling Xiaomie’s name until the flesh of the corpse became plump again, as if air had been breathed into it, and its face returned to its previous appearance.
The torn black hair scattered on the pillow, and the pillow and dark bed sheets were imprinted with the shape of a person due to sweat.
After Xiaomie’s condition stabilized, Wen Fengjin carried him to the bathroom for a wash. Since the bedroom was dirty, he moved them to the spare bedroom.
He never let go of Xiaomie.
When it was dark, Xiaomie, feeling sore all over, finally opened his eyes. As soon as he spoke, he said, “It hurts.”
Wen Fengjin’s palm caressed his face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes.
In a low and soft voice, he said, “It’s okay now, you’re all better.”
“Mmm.” Xiaomie took a breath, glanced at Wen Fengjin in a daze, and then answered softly.
Wen Fengjin didn’t notice how sinister and morbid his own eyes were, making people feel extremely frightened. Also, his grip on Xiaomie’s shoulder was too strong, to the point where Xiaomie’s sense of pain was dulled, but he could still feel the pain.
He’s going crazy, this was the first impression that Xiaomie had when he saw Wen Fengjin.
“Fengjin, I’m fine,” Xiaomie reassured him, swallowing a lump in his throat.
Wen Fengjin didn’t say anything, just quietly held him. Xiaomie didn’t dare to provoke him either, stiffly wrapped in the blanket like a silkworm, with only his head poking out to admire his man’s appearance.
Another half hour passed before Wen Fengjin seemed to come back to his senses.
Wang Xiaomie saw his expression calm down, returning to his usual indifferent demeanor towards everyone. He hurriedly asked, “How is it? Did you dispose of the stuff I drank? Oh my god, if the first time was so painful, I wonder how many more times he’ll make me drink it. Damn!”
When they were in the tomb palace, Xiao Wenzi had already guessed that Yi Yan would use various methods to deal with them, so they had their own suspicions about whether the water in the bottle was poisonous.
If Yi Yan wanted to use a poison with a high delayed effect and not be discovered by Wen Fengjin, generally, it needed to be administered in several doses, and then induced before the attack.
Bai Yu wanted to go find Yi Yan, and Wen Fengjin had also anticipated this. He seemed to predict everything with godly accuracy, using blood sacrifice tonight to force the poison out of him.
But we hadn’t expected the poison to be so potent! Laozi felt excruciating pain!
Xiaomie cursed Yi Yan seven or eight times, “I don’t believe this poison won’t kill me. That fucker is so ruthless…”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Wen Fengjin suddenly said coldly. “I’m going to kill him now!”
“Don’t act rashly!” Xiaomie squirmed in his arms like a silkworm, anxious. “Didn’t An Xie tell you that Yi Yan is definitely not a simple person?! Apart from having weapons to restrain you, do you know how many puppets like that girl he has?!”
“Twenty years ago, he was able to make An Xie suffer a big loss and escape smoothly. An Xie is a Drought Demon, you know! Who knows what kind of person he has become? Even if you manage to kill him, you definitely won’t come out unscathed!”
After Xiaomie finished speaking, Wen Fengjin’s expression remained grim, indicating he hadn’t abandoned his plan.
Angered, Xiaomie shouted at him, “Go! If you want to turn laozi into a widower, then go!”
“With many rumors at the doorstep of the widower, you’ll be wearing a green hat every day! Your memorial tablet will be surrounded by green light!”
Wen Fengjin fell silent for a moment. “You dare.”
Xiaomie sneered at him, “You’ll be dead at the time, you’ll see if I dare!”
“Hehe.” He pouted and sang, “Love is a light~ So green that it makes you panic~ Lalalalala~”
“…”
Wen Fengjin silently pinched his face and flicked his head lightly.
“I’ll beat you to death!”
