Chapter 81: Section 82: I want to keep on living!


    The Fat Ball Flying Fish was killed by Lan Zao with a single slash, fortunately, it hadn’t managed to self-destruct.


    Zhenjin felt a tremor in his heart, curious about how Lan Zao had discerned the position of the Fat Ball Flying Fish.


    “Sir!” Zi Di’s voice came from inside a nearby tent.


    From another palm tent, Bai Ya and Cang Xu stuck their heads out.


    It turned out they had all been hiding inside the tents.


    Even if ordinary fish spines were shot out, they would be blocked by the layered palm leaves.


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    Seeing them safe and sound, Zhenjin’s heart lightened.


    He focused his gaze towards the center of the camp and saw Lan Zao wounded, with several fish spines sticking into his body.


    “He was hit by fish spines and hasn’t died from poison?” Zhenjin wondered.


    He pulled out a dart from his chest and secretly speculated, “This means the deadly poison is relatively mild on the human body. Is the poison more targeted toward lizards?”


    “We must kill these Fat Ball Flying Fish immediately. The lizard horde has been scattered, and the majority of the fish are returning. If we delay further, the fish will surely be drawn by the fight here. By then, with my strength alone, I won’t be able to protect the others.”


    Under these circumstances, Zhenjin could only take a risk.


    The young knight could not detect the Fat Ball Flying Fish, but he could mutate.


    He immediately shifted his position, so that Cang Xu and others couldn’t see his eyes face-on. Then he squinted his eyes and activated his Heart Core.


    With the eyes of a lizard, he immediately spotted the Fat Ball Flying Fish in mid-air.


    Including the one just killed by Lan Zao, there were a total of five Fat Ball Flying Fish in the temporary camp.


    The remaining three were light red, but one of them was the largest and displayed a deep red color, clearly a Black Iron Level Magic Beast flying fish.


    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!


    The next moment, five darts shot out furiously, one missed, but the rest hit all the flying fish almost simultaneously.


    The three ordinary flying fish were pierced through and couldn’t self-destruct in time. But the Black Iron flying fish detonated itself at the last moment.


    In a flash, it was like a downpour had covered the entire camp.


    The fish spines were powerful and not even the palm tents could resist them.


    Zi Di immediately let out a low cry; she had been hit!


    Zhenjin’s heart tightened, and he hurried over.


    A pitch-black fish spine was lodged below Zi Di’s right shoulder, close to her chest.


    “Sir!” Zi Di’s expression was tense.


    “Let me see!” Zhenjin dove into the tent, embraced Zi Di, tearing open a hole in her apprentice cloak to fully expose the wound.


    On Zi Di’s delicate skin, the pitch-black deadly poison was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    “This is a Black Iron Level poison!”


    Zhenjin immediately pulled out the fish spine, then bowed his head, lips tightly pressed against the wound to suck fiercely.


    In that instant, Zi Di’s pupils contracted sharply, feeling a strong suction near her chest.


    She instinctively pushed against Zhenjin’s chest.


    But Zhenjin was unyielding, his whole body and arms seemingly cast from iron, firmly holding Zi Di in his embrace.


    Like this, before the poison could spread widely, Zhenjin sucked out the majority.


    Zi Di’s face turned crimson, and she stuttered, “Sir, I… I have the potion. It can… can counter this kind of poison.”


    Saying so, she took out a small glass bottle from her bag.


    Inside the potion was light blue, a bit viscous.


    Zhenjin removed the bottleneck, and as Zi Di directed, he applied the light blue potion to the wound.


    The pitch-black poison encountered the light blue potion and immediately dissipated, with good effect.


    Zhenjin: …


    The young knight realized his recklessness, his expression somewhat embarrassed, he coughed once, “That’s good. I’m going to check on the others.”


    Zhenjin backed out of Zi Di’s tent on all fours to check on everyone else.


    Bai Ya and Cang Xu had already crawled out of the tent, they had received Detoxification Potions from Zi Di earlier. But they were lucky and weren’t hit by the last wave of fish spines.


    Lan Zao, however, was not so lucky.


    He was hit by several Black Iron Level poisonous fish spines and was now half-kneeling on the ground, propping himself up with his knife, clenching his teeth and glaring fiercely, stubbornly holding on.


    But soon, a smear of black appeared on his face, followed by extreme dizziness.


    Lan Zao could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud.


    Bai Ya and Cang Xu hurried over, pulling the fish spines out of Lan Zao and pouring the light blue potion on the wounds.


    The poison in Lan Zao’s wounds slowly dissipated, but the blackness on his face grew even darker.


    “It’s too late. He’s been poisoned too deeply,” Zi Di, having adjusted her clothes, crawled out of the tent and observed the scene.


    “No, Sir Lan Zao, you saved our lives. You must hang in there!” Bai Ya shouted, forcibly prying open Lan Zao’s mouth and pouring the light blue potion inside.


    It turned out that soon after Zi Di returned to the camp, she was hit by a fish spine.


    She had tried multiple potions and found the light blue potion had a strong relieving effect on the poison. She immediately distributed it, and even Lan Zao received a bottle.


    Lan Zao had originally huddled motionless inside the tent, resigned to death.


    Under the attack of the Fat Ball Flying Fish and the stimulus of impending death, he gulped down a bottle of light blue potion and roared, flinging open the tent to launch a desperate counterattack.


    Lan Zao’s actions caught Cang Xu and Zi Di off guard. As soon as they realized that Lan Zao seemed to have the ability to discern the location of the Fat Ball Flying Fish, they immediately tossed all their swords to him.


    And so, the frenzied Lan Zao countered in the center of the camp, drawing the attention of all the Fat Ball Flying Fish.


    Whenever a Fat Ball Flying Fish neared Lan Zao, he seemed to sense it instinctively, brandishing his sword to force the fish back.


    In this way, Lan Zao bought precious time, dragging the fight out until Zhenjin’s reinforcements arrived.


    It could be said that without Lan Zao’s perseverance, Zi Di and the others would likely have lost their lives at that moment.


    “I want to live…”


    “I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die.”


    “Please, save me.”


    “My lord, save me…” Lan Zao, on the brink of death, clutched at Zhenjin’s pant leg, uttering weak pleas.


    Humans are truly strange.


    Previously, Lan Zao had yearned for death, refusing to eat anything. But when death truly approached, he displayed an intense will to live.


    Zhenjin was moved!


    “Do everything to save his life!” commanded the young knight, displaying resolute will.


    Although Zhenjin wasn’t yet fully briefed on the entire situation, he had guessed the harrowing battle that had taken place in the camp.


    It was Lan Zao who had saved Zi Di, Bai Ya, and Cang Xu.


    What touched Zhenjin even more was that in this moment, he saw himself in Lan Zao!


    “I’ll give it my all.” Zi Di checked Lan Zao’s wounds, opened her small leather pouch at her waist, and started to urgently mix potions on the spot.


    A dozen breaths later, Zi Di poured the hastily made potion into Lan Zao’s mouth.


    The blackness on Lan Zao’s face slowly receded, but the wound turned black again, oozing black blood.


    But Lan Zao’s breath grew weaker, and he was on the verge of death.


    “We need another mix.” Zi Di gritted her teeth; sweat appeared on her forehead. Seeing this, she bent down to mix another potion, her hands moving even faster than before, pushing past her usual limits.


    “He’s fading fast!” Bai Ya paced anxiously.


    “Hang in there,” Zhenjin growled low, and Lan Zao’s eyelids twitched before slowly closing again.


    “Ah…” Cang Xu’s eyes dimmed, he sighed.


    “Let me do it!” Bai Ya suddenly shouted, downed the light blue potion that was given to him, then pounced on Lan Zao and began to suck the black blood from his wound with his mouth.


    “Stop it!” Cang Xu quickly intervened, reaching for Bai Ya’s shoulder, trying to pull him up, “Sucking out poison with the mouth can reduce the venom in the wound, but it’s extremely dangerous and can poison the person doing it! You’re just an ordinary person, Bai Ya.” Sёarch* The Novёl?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Bai Ya was pulled back a short distance but still knelt on the ground, shrugging off Cang Xu.


    Without looking back, he shouted, “This is a human life at stake, and just now, Lord Lan Zao saved us!”


    He bent down again, sucking out the poison vigorously.


    The sound of crashing waves…


    In his dying moments, Lan Zao heard them again.


    His vision blurred, he saw the pale blue sky and the deep blue sea.


    He saw the yellow sand rush toward him, and then he was lying on the beach.


    “Brother, brother, pull yourself together!” Huang Zao, still a child, shouted, struggling to prop up the young Lan Zao’s body so he lay on his back on the sand.


    On Lan Zao’s chest was a colorfully striped starfish.


    Huang Zao removed the starfish, revealing Lan Zao’s poisoned wound.


    He immediately lowered his head to suck out the poison from the wound, then spat out the bloody water.


    The toxins from the starfish weren’t deadly but caused limb numbness and weakness.


    Lan Zao hadn’t fainted from the starfish’s toxin but because the numbness had caused him to drown, having not breathed air for a long time.


    Gradually, Lan Zao came back to consciousness.


    “Brother…” he murmured looking at Huang Zao.


    “Brother, you’re awake! Don’t die, you’re all I have left, brother!” The child, Huang Zao, looked up, crying and shedding tears.


    Hearing Huang Zao’s shouting, Lan Zao tried to smile.


    He couldn’t speak, but he tried with all his might to reassure his younger brother.


    But then, the voices by his ear began to change.


    “He’s awake, he made it! He’s not dead!” It was Bai Ya’s voice.


    And then, Lan Zao’s blurred vision cleared.


    The child, Huang Zao, was gone, replaced by Bai Ya with a face full of excitement and black blood around his mouth.


    Lan Zao felt a void in his heart, but still, he tried again to smile.


    He didn’t know if he managed to smile.


    He opened his mouth, wanting to speak.


    He wanted to say, “I want to live, I don’t want to die.”


    “I want to keep living!”


    But in the next moment, he lapsed into unconsciousness.