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In the darkness, time seemed to stand still. Wei Ning began to feel dizzy, barely able to remain standing, while Qing appeared unfazed, giggling as if nothing were amiss. The Gu Master lay nearby, nearly consumed, leaving only a few bones behind.
"Thud, thud, thud," echoed Qing's footsteps, causing Wei Ning's heart to tighten with alarm. "What are you going to do?"
"Hehehe," Qing chuckled playfully. "I've often heard how powerful the Blood Corpse is—immortal and indestructible. Yet here you are in this state. You might just become the first Blood Corpse to starve to death. Hehe, how amusing."
"This has nothing to do with you," Wei Ning replied coldly.
"How can it not?" Qing laughed, covering her mouth. "If you starve to death, I can 'slowly' eat you. Last time, you broke my teeth! It seems I really have to savor you this time." She deliberately elongated the word "slowly," clearly trying to provoke Wei Ning.
A sense of dread washed over Wei Ning: it seemed she truly had her sights set on him.
Wei Ning retorted coldly, "Even if I die, you won't survive long after eating me. You'll starve eventually."
Qing grinned. "Dying early is better than dying late. Who knows? Maybe my sister will come to rescue me soon."
Silence fell between them for a moment until suddenly, Qing sprang into action, slapping a binding talisman onto Wei Ning's back. Overcome by hunger, Wei Ning had lost his usual sharpness and was caught off guard by Qing's ambush.
"What are you doing?" Wei Ning exclaimed in shock.
Qing cackled, "Looks like you're really too hungry to think straight! You didn't even notice when someone stole your talismans! Hahaha!"
Wei Ning quickly checked his pockets and realized that several talismans were indeed missing.
"Naturally, I'm going to eat you. I've always wanted to taste a Blood Corpse; I've never had the chance before." Qing said seductively as she closed in on Wei Ning.
Wei Ning found himself completely immobilized, while Qingyi wrapped her arms around him, playfully tracing a finger along his neck. She laughed, "Are you going to bite your own neck if you try to escape from here?"
Wei Ning felt a shiver run down his spine at her touch, but he remained defiant, merely huffing in response and choosing to ignore the enchantress. Deep down, he regretted sparing her life.
Suddenly, Qing used her nails to make a quick cut, and Wei Ning felt blood gushing out. Yet, strangely, it didn't feel like it was coming from his own body.
Qing brought her hand to Wei Ning's lips, and he felt a warm, slightly salty liquid surge into his throat like a refreshing spring. It traveled down his esophagus and into his stomach, causing every pore in his body to open wide; the blood arrived just in time.
Holding Wei Ning close, Qing continued to smile. "I know you're a proud man who cares about appearances. You’re not someone who would usually associate with women like us. Here, have some blood; this doesn’t really violate any principles of humanity, does it?"
Wei Ning said nothing as he greedily drank from her. Qing gently stroked his head and chuckled, "Just a little more. I’m low on energy too; if you drink too much, I might end up anemic myself. That’s enough for today; we’ll continue tomorrow." She attempted to pull her hand away.
However, it seemed as if Wei Ning didn’t hear her at all. He held onto her arm tightly as she realized that his body temperature was rising rapidly. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see his face clearly; he was flushed all over, his skin and complexion resembling a red-hot iron. His hands gripped her like iron claws, making Qing feel as if she had fallen into a furnace, drenched in sweat.
"Let go of me!" Qing cried out in panic, struggling desperately. But Wei Ning appeared to have lost all rationality as he continued to suck the blood from her wound. At that moment, she could distinctly feel her own blood draining away; an icy chill spread through her body while the skin on the outside felt like it was burning in flames. This dual sensation of cold and heat made her feel as though she were trapped in the Ninth Underworld, suffering immensely.
Suddenly, Qing recalled Wei Ning's true identity: Blood Corpse.
What is a Blood Corpse? A creature that thrives on blood.
What Wei Ning craved was not food but blood.
He was already on the brink of death, yet here she was foolishly offering her arm for him to feed on—wasn't this akin to feeding a tiger with flesh and inviting her own demise?
As Wei Ning's body temperature soared higher and higher, Qing began to notice blisters forming on her skin followed by extensive burns. She tried to struggle free and stand up, but there was no way Wei Ning would let go; he greedily drained fresh blood from her as if intent on squeezing every last drop from her veins.
Dizziness enveloped him, and his limbs felt weak. Chaos swirled in his mind, and at that moment, Qing could no longer struggle. He began to feel life slowly draining from his body.
"Am I going to die?" Qing repeatedly questioned himself as he gazed at the man before him, whose features were illuminated by the red hue of his body. The man was greedily sucking his blood. Suddenly, Qing gave up the fight and managed a pale smile.
"Brother Wei Ning, I never really thought about eating you."
"If you want to drink, then go ahead. As long as you can survive." For some reason, this thought sprang up in Qing's mind. He suddenly recalled the first time he met Wei Ning, who had been sitting behind him on a motorcycle. Back then, he couldn't quite understand why he felt that this man's shoulders were so broad, capable of effortlessly lifting him up.
And during the battle with the Jade Fetus, he indeed had lifted him. How much Qing wished he could be held like that forever.
"Wei Ning, you boring old man, I'm not playing with you anymore," Qing murmured silently, feeling his eyelids grow heavier and fatigue wash over him. He just wanted to sleep.
Slowly, Qing closed his eyes.
In truth, being the wife of a boring man wasn't so bad…
Suddenly, a startling sound erupted from the bottomless abyss. Wei Ning stood up, his eyes glowing red and gold, like two shining stars in the darkness.
"It's out! It's out! He has finally found his survival instinct; he has finally found it." An elder, far away thousands of miles away, seemed to sense it as well, his emotions stirred.
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