Chapter 69 Heart-Eating Gu

Yan Li pushed the door open and turned to meet Mu Cang's dark eyes.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Mu Cang looked pale, and pursed his lips: "Why are you back?"

Yan Li didn't say anything, but stepped over the threshold, not forgetting to close the door, then walked to the window, frowned and stared at his arm: "What's going on?"

Mu Cang sat on the brocade couch in front of the window, with a bowl at his feet. At this time, he held a dagger in his right hand, and the sleeve of his left arm was lifted to the elbow joint to fix it. The deep red blood was flowing down his white and thin wrist, sliding down the back of his hand, and dripping into the bowl along his fingertips.

In just a short time, half a bowl of blood had been added.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yan Li frowned and stared at the blood in the bowl: "Too much blood loss can be dangerous, don't you know?"

Mu Cang lowered his eyes and watched the blood dripping down, "Detoxification."

Since she saw it, there was no need to hide it anymore. It was not his style to dodge.

Detoxification?

Yan Li subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at his face when he heard it.

At this time, because of the blood loss, this handsome and noble face looked a little pale, adding a little bit of frail beauty, and lacking some of the coldness and alienation that kept people away from him on weekdays.

However, thinking of his nonchalant look a moment ago, how could there be any signs of poisoning?

Yan Li said truthfully: "You don't look like you are poisoned."

"Yeah." Mu Cang's tone sounded calm, and he couldn't hear the pain of the poison at all, "It's not a fatal poison."

Yan Li's expression was a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, just reached out and held his wrist.

It was his right hand.

Mu Cang still held a dagger in his hand, but Yan Li grabbed his wrist and pinched his pulse easily.

What was rare was that he did not resist or be on guard, and let her feel his pulse obediently.

With three fingers on his pulse, Yan Li gradually showed a look of shock on her face: "Heart-eating Gu? How could there be such a poisonous thing in the prince's body?"

Mu Cang did not speak, and he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There is no medicine to cure the heart-eating Gu, and when it breaks out, it makes people live worse than death." Yan Li's eyes showed a little strange color, and she couldn't believe that Mu Cang had been suffering such cruel torture all along, "How could you be infected with this Gu?"

No one knew the cruelty of the heart-eating Gu better than her, and she had personally experienced the harm of this Gu.

Yan Li stared at Mu Cang's eyebrows, and her eyes were complicated.

The blood on the fingertips was still dripping, but the speed was obviously much slower.

Mu Cang's voice was very light: "I was accidentally attacked when I was young, it's not fatal, don't worry."

Yan Li was stunned.

When I was young?

So, he has been suffering from the poison for several years?

Yan Li was angry for a moment: "Which vicious thing actually gave you this poison? Does he want to control you, or just want to torture you?"

Mu Cang, as the prince of Mu State, is now the ninth prince of Mu State. He became famous at a young age and is known to the world. Whether on the battlefield or in the palace, he has always been surrounded by masters. How could he be easily plotted by the villain?

Unless it is someone he knows and trusts.

Yan Li felt complicated for a while. Being betrayed and hurt by someone you trust is the most intolerable thing, which is more painful than dying at the hands of an opponent.

Mu Cang slowly raised his eyes, staring at the ruthless anger on her little face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's rare to see you look so vivid."

Yan Li paused, vivid expression?

She was obviously angry just now, okay?

"The battlefield is full of dangers, and the court is also full of twists and turns. It's normal to be plotted against." Mu Cang said lightly, "Don't worry."

Yan Li had nothing at hand and couldn't help him for the time being. He lowered his eyes and fell on his arm, his eyes darkened.

Now his body is too weak, otherwise it would be fine to suppress the heart-eating poison in his body and make it quiet, but now...

Yan Li thought quickly about the detoxification method in his mind.

Mu Cang's eyes fell on his wrist. When the blood almost stopped seeping out, he casually took a handkerchief to cover the wound. His movements were familiar, as if he had long been accustomed to the severe pain when the poison took effect.

Yan Li came back to his senses: "You can't do this now."

Mu Cang didn't say anything.

"Who else knows that the prince was poisoned?"

Mu Cang was silent for a moment: "Except Mo Yun and a few guards, no one else."

"Has the person who poisoned him not been found?"

"He's dead." Mu Cang said, "I killed him with my own hands."

Yan Li's expression changed slightly: "The poison is different from ordinary poisons. This thing needs the person who feeds the poison to drive it-"

"I know." Mu Cang said indifferently, "But I don't want to be restrained by anyone, so I didn't consider the consequences."

Yan Li was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

Mu Cang, the ninth prince of Mu State, is the most proud and lonely person among the nine countries in the world. He is iron-willed and ruthless. How could he tolerate his life in the hands of others?

Killing the person who poisoned him is equivalent to cutting off his retreat.

The heart-eating poison will attack from time to time in the body, mostly related to the emotions of the owner of the body. As long as it senses emotional fluctuations, the poison will attack more severely with his emotional changes. Anger or happiness will bring a crazy bite.

The only consolation is that the heart-eating insect will not cause irreversible damage to the human body. After an attack, the internal organs will recover as before in the shortest time possible - of course, for many people, the pain itself is an unbearable torture.

Yan Li's eyebrows deepened: "Not everyone can raise the poison. It requires a strong spirituality. What is the name of the man killed by the prince? Have you found out his identity?"

"...No." Mu Cang lowered his eyes and shook his head, his voice calm, "When I was attacked, it was when the northern border was raising troops to invade. The war was critical, and I didn't have time to investigate."

Yan Li was silent, and she felt a little strange in her heart.

But she didn't have time to think too much at the moment, so she quickly asked: "Is there a spy in the prince's house?"

"No."

"In that case, I have a way to draw out the poison for the prince, but I need the prince's cooperation."

Mu Cang refused without thinking: "No need."

Yan Li was stunned: "Why?"

Mu Cang got up and walked to the basin rack beside him, carefully washed the blood on his arm, turned around and walked to the couch, took the clean white cloth on the table and handed it to Yan Li.

Yan Li said nothing, and wrapped the cloth strip neatly and carefully around the wound on his arm: "Don't you need to apply medicine?"

"No." Mu Cang seemed a little tired, sat down on the couch, and closed his eyes slightly, "You go back first. Don't mention what happened today to anyone."

Yan Li's eyes fell on his eyebrows, and his clean and noble face, like a banished immortal, was stained with a layer of paleness, which added a little more distressing color.

After a moment of silence, she nodded slowly: "Have a good rest, I'll come over tonight."

Mu Cang opened his eyes: "Tonight?"

Yan Li hummed, without further explanation, and quickly turned and left.