Seedbed of Artifact Species (11)
"Don't go over there!"
The sudden change sent Madam An, the most inconspicuous member of the group, into full survival mode. She had stayed close to White almost the entire way.
Given how she had behaved so far and how far the Scarlet Fever had progressed, White clearly hadn't been wary of her.
Yet at this moment of confusion, she was the one who had stabbed him in the back.
Faced with the scene, Jill, trembling almost uncontrollably, still managed to struggle out a shout at Li.
The impact had already begun to clear his head, and he instinctively started forward.
He seemed to trust Jill well enough. Though he didn't quite understand, he still stopped short at her words.
"Just like the last one... He should already be beyond help. Be careful not to let it touch you."
When he turned to look at Jill, she shook her head, decisively giving up, and motioned for them to stay away from the two figures entangled over there.
And it looked like Jill's judgment was sound.
In the next moment, although the two bodies were still locked together, they displayed the same distorted appearance as the prison guard from before.
Their struggling even made their movements easier to understand.
Li finally took her advice and hurried away. Meanwhile, Madam An's slender, graceful hand reached out again and clasped White's.
The flame that had been gathering in his hand quietly went out.
At the same time, fine strands of blood quickly pulled free from between their fingers and twisted together.
As they gradually became impossible to distinguish from each other, the corresponding parts of their bodies dried up into charred husks, scattering in handfuls.
"Run! This thing is different!"
This time, the one shouting was the Scholar.