Cure the Corpse Poison! Guard the Forest!

"Seriously, in the middle of the night? That voice nearly scared me to death."

Jia Le shuddered all over.

"Phew, I'm exhausted. You people ran way too fast. Little Daoist Jia Le, you really are something—couldn't you wait for me?"

Attendant Wu carried the Seventy-One Prince over to the group, panting heavily.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Le swallowed.

He hurriedly retreated behind Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

Attendant Wu set the Seventy-One Prince down.

The Seventy-One Prince staggered, barely able to stand.

Sweat kept sliding down his forehead.

He even raised a hand to wipe it away.

Suddenly, Qingqing seemed to notice something was wrong.

She quickly stepped forward and said, "This little prince doesn't look well. Why does he look so weak, as if he can't even stand properly?"

Qingqing reached out and touched him, and her heart jolted.

The little prince's face was burning hot.

It was red, as if he had a high fever.

Attendant Wu seemed to recall something and spoke in a tearful voice. "Yes, yes. The Seventy-One Prince was already like this earlier. His little face was frighteningly red and burning hot. I was so worried!"

Suddenly, the Seventy-One Prince seemed to lose all strength.

His body began to sway, and his eyes grew unfocused.

He was about to collapse.

Attendant Wu hurriedly crouched down and supported him.

Seeing this, everyone gathered around.

"He probably has a high fever. He traveled through the night and got soaked in the rain. He's just a child, so his resistance is weak. That's normal."

Jia Le looked at the little prince's flushed face and spoke.

"A normal cold and fever shouldn't cause this. This little prince seems to be having a nightmare too."

Master Yixiu stared intently at the terrified Seventy-One Prince as he spoke.

Suddenly, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes's eyes lit up.

The sleeve covering the Seventy-One Prince's arm—

A large section had clearly been torn away, as if something sharp had slashed it.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes immediately crouched down and ripped open the Seventy-One Prince's sleeve.

Several pitch-black claw marks appeared before everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes said, "Hurry and carry him into the tent. This little prince was scratched by a zombie. We need to use glutinous rice to treat his wounds and remove the corpse energy."

"Everyone, move aside. Let Attendant Wu carry the little prince into the tent."

Lin Fan began issuing orders.

Attendant Wu quickly picked up the Seventy-One Prince and hurried into the tent.

As he brushed past Lin Fan, he even threw him a flirtatious glance.

It seemed to be his way of saying thanks.

Lin Fan's stride abruptly halted.

His body shuddered several times, seemingly beyond his control.

A wave of disgust rose in his heart.

At a time like this? The little prince is already critically ill, and you still have the leisure to flirt.

"Jia Le, quickly take the glutinous rice in to Martial Uncle."

Lin Fan smiled wryly and gave the order.

"Okay, Senior Brother."

Jia Le hurried into the tent.

After only a few steps, Jia Le stopped.

He recalled Attendant Wu's earlier cry of "Little Daoist Jia Le, let me—"

Jia Le's body began trembling uncontrollably.

Ugh, I really can't take this.

If I go in, won't I be walking straight into the tiger's den?

It's better if I don't meet him.

Jia Le turned around and saw A Dong following closely behind.

A Dong instinctively handed over the glutinous rice.

Jia Le said, "S-Senior Brother, you give this to Master for me. My stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable."

Lin Fan saw that something was wrong with Jia Le and seemed to understand.

After all, none of us are fools!

Jia Le was about to escape when Lin Fan flashed forward.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he snatched the glutinous rice from A Dong's hands.

Then he stuffed it back into Jia Le's hands.

He spoke gleefully. "Hey, you'd better hurry. Otherwise, if the little prince turns into a zombie, there's no telling whether Martial Uncle will hold you accountable. And then you won't be Little Daoist Jia Le anymore."

Jia Le looked as if he were about to cry, tucked the glutinous rice against his waist, and walked in at the head of the group with the expression of someone going to his death.

Everyone followed.

Inside the tent, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was somewhat displeased. "I told you we needed to treat the little prince, treat him! You've been running around without a care, here and there, and you still haven't brought the glutinous rice over. Do you want your master to come over and pay his respects to you? I really love you to death!"

"Master, it's here, it's here."

Jia Le took the glutinous rice from his waist and handed it over resentfully.

Attendant Wu was crouching down. He raised his head.

When he saw that Jia Le was the one who had come, he waited until Daoist Priest Four-Eyes lowered his head to examine the little prince's wound.

Then he winked at Jia Le. This time, he even blew him several kisses.

Blegh.

Jia Le dry-heaved and didn't dare meet his gaze.

Even when handing over the glutinous rice, he turned his face aside and placed it directly into Daoist Priest Four-Eyes's hand.

As soon as Daoist Priest Four-Eyes took it, Jia Le turned around and ran.

"Bear with it, you little brat."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes held a handful of glutinous rice and spoke to the little prince, who had already fallen unconscious.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the glutinous rice against the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

A large amount of glutinous rice adhered to the wound.

Suddenly, wisps of black smoke rose as the corpse poison slowly receded.

"Ah!"

The Seventy-One Prince, who had fallen unconscious after being eroded by the corpse poison, cried out in pain.

The people who had just entered the tent gathered around when they heard him cry.

Seeing the corpse energy disperse, they all relaxed.

"Oh, Daoist, be gentler!"

Attendant Wu cried out in distress.

"Here, gentler. Why don't you suck it out for him?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes pointed at the Seventy-One Prince's arm and retorted irritably.

"I... Hmph!"

Attendant Wu let out a coquettish snort.

He looked at the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

As wisps of black smoke rose, the glutinous rice gradually turned black.

Quite a bit of black, viscous fluid was also flowing from the wound.

The sight was utterly nauseating.

How am I supposed to suck it out? Why don't you teach me, then?

Seeing that the Seventy-One Prince's complexion had improved somewhat, Attendant Wu decided not to say anything else.

"Senior Brother, how is he? He should be fine, right?"

Daoist Priest Qian He approached Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and asked.

"It's nothing serious. The wound isn't deep. It just hurts more because this little brat was spoiled rotten. It's normal for him to cry out a few times."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes waved his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

Master Yixiu raised his Buddhist hand and murmured.

"Enough, stop making so much noise. One of you says something, then another says something. Are you going to let the Seventy-One Prince rest or not? Get out, all of you. You stink!"

Attendant Wu shouted disdainfully, as if taking revenge for being scolded by Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes rolled up both sleeves and stepped forward as if he were about to fight. "Oh, you ungrateful—"

"Senior Brother, please don't take offense. Please don't take offense."

Daoist Priest Qian He flashed forward and blocked him.

He held Daoist Priest Four-Eyes's arm with one hand.

Then he gestured for everyone to leave together.

Seeing this, everyone walked out.

After Daoist Priest Qian He talked things over with him, he turned to the group.

He cupped his hands and said gratefully, "Thank you, Senior Brother, and everyone, for tonight. We'll take it from here. It's getting late, so everyone should hurry back and rest."

Lin Fan's mind raced.

This all happened because I came here.

To save Martial Uncle Qian He, I changed everything that originally happened.

Since things have already changed, it's better to be careful.

I can't afford to be careless. It's only one night.

It's better to stay and provide some protection.

The night will pass in the blink of an eye. I can treat it as stockpiling Skill Points.

Suddenly, Lin Fan stepped forward and said, "Martial Uncle, that won't do. We should at least wait until tomorrow and escort you out of this forest. If we don't make it through tonight, something may change. Besides, we'll have another pair of hands to help."

"Little Nephew is right. We mustn't be careless. Those evil entities are most likely to strike when we're at our most relaxed. Let's wait until tonight has passed."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes voiced his agreement.

"What the two benefactors said is absolutely right. It's best to be cautious."

Master Yixiu nodded.

He then gave an order. "Qingqing, go clean up that collapsed tent. We'll stay here tonight. To ensure everyone's safety, we should all work together."

"Yes, Master."

Qingqing answered, then headed toward the collapsed camp tent on the other side.

Qingqing had barely taken a step before Jia Le followed behind her.

Looking at the two people who had gone to tidy things up,

and at everyone who had decided to stay,

Daoist Priest Qian He no longer tried to dissuade them. "Since that's the case, then I thank you all again."

After cupping his hands to thank everyone, he gave another order. "Southeast, Northwest, go deal with the dead soldiers at the scene. Don't let them turn into zombies."

"Yes, Master."

Southeast, Northwest answered in unison before walking toward the coffins.

Looking at the tent Jia Le had firmly propped up in the distance,

Lin Fan couldn't help feeling delighted.

After working all night, I've earned quite a lot of merit.

I can finally get some rest.

I should have accumulated almost enough Skill Points too.

It's time to upgrade my skills!