Xu Kun saw Wu Meier's grip on his arm slowly slipping away and quickly caught her in his arms.
Think, damn it. Think of something!
Ever since entering the Plague Realm Ruins, Xu Kun had solved some problems with his wits, but he had constantly faced the predicament of a clever housewife being unable to cook without rice.
The same was true now.
What can I do? What can I possibly do?
Fortunately, having weathered countless storms, he soon calmed down and grasped the heart of the matter.
Why am I fine?
Logically, ever since entering the Plague Realm Ruins, both he and Wu Meier had become ordinary people, no different from the natives here.
That poisonous gust had just blown past all three of them. There was no reason for him alone to be unaffected.
"Is it because I'm the chosen successor of Plague God Lü Yue?"
A savior... what kind of person deserved to be called a savior?
At that moment, inspiration struck Xu Kun, and he seemed to understand something.
"I'll give it a try."
He immediately bit through his finger and said to the barely conscious Wu Meier, "Open your mouth."
Drops of blood fell into Wu Meier's mouth. Before long, just as Xu Kun had hoped, her symptoms began to ease.
It really works!
My blood can cure this poison.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Kun used his makeshift dagger to slash open his palm and fed large mouthfuls of his blood to Wu Meier, whose symptoms had slightly eased, and A Li, who was already on the verge of collapse.
Only after Xu Kun himself began to feel weak was the poison in their bodies completely neutralized.
"Xu Kun, are you alright?" Wu Meier hurriedly supported the exceptionally weak Xu Kun.
Xu Kun shook