CHAPTER 642: CHAPTER 642: GIVE ME THE MIRROR!

"Are you kidding me, cultivating demon arts... wouldn’t that just turn me into a Demon Head... ah~ it hurts~" My face is killing me, and Yu Longting is actually suggesting such a wicked idea.

Yu Longting’s long fingers gently rubbed my face, incessantly soothing my pain, "At a time like this, do you think I’m in the mood for jokes? Your Life Lamp is too weak, it will be engulfed by the Demonic Qi and extinguished within three days. We might as well make a desperate move."

"But still, we can’t... turn to cultivating demon arts..." I have an obsession with the righteous path and hold my own principles, "There must be another... way, if all else fails... save Dumpling."

"How could you be so heartless, Su Wan!!" An overwhelming rage enveloped me, yet inch by inch my consciousness was being eroded by excruciating pain, the dense fog of death rolling toward me.

Despite a myriad of unwillingness in my heart, I had not an ounce of strength to resist.

What kind of bad luck is this, I don’t even know... the reason.

How did I get Blood-weeping Syndrome??

Am I going to die just like that?

It all happened so suddenly.

How could I bear to leave Dumpling behind, to leave my Yu Longting?

"Zhang... Zidao? How did you wake up?" Then, Yu Longting’s cool voice suddenly resounded beside my ear.

My blurry senses, gained a trace of clarity.

Blood firmly glued my eyelids shut, I tried to open my eyes but failed.

The feeling of Zhang Zidao’s calloused hands touching my pulse was very real, "How come you’re not even calling me master? Although you’re the noble Snake Lord, I bet you’ve never seen a freakish and perverse disease like Blood-weeping Syndrome. Encountering such a disease requires fate."

"Master, have you seen it?" Yu Longting’s change of address was as smooth as ever.

Lying in his embrace eavesdropping, I didn’t even catch up for a moment.

But finally, my eyelids overcame the crust of dried blood, and I half-opened them, groggy.

Through my blood-red vision, Zhang Zidao pulled out a round, pill-shaped lump of Ice Silkworm Feces from a cloth wrap, "I witnessed it once when Ah Huan was young."

The Ah Huan he spoke of, couldn’t be my grandfather... Lin Huan, could it?

"You mean to say, Blood-weeping Syndrome is a hereditary family condition?" Yu Longting immediately confirmed that Zhang Zidao was referring to Lin Huan, and his voice suddenly sank, "Otherwise, you wouldn’t bring up Lin Huan out of the blue."

Zhang Zidao slapped his thigh and forcefully stuffed the Silkworm Feces into my mouth, "Exactly, back then Lin Huan barely clung to life, it took all his strength just to survive. Otherwise, do you think Lin Huan was naturally that ugly, with a face like a squashed persimmon, this disease..."

"The more outstanding someone’s appearance, the uglier they will become after the disease strikes." Yu Longting continued gravely, "Lin Huan’s squashed persimmon face... wasn’t natural!! What did you feed Su Wan?"

"Silkworm Feces. One can suppress the outbreaks for two hours."

Zhang Zidao replied and then mused to himself, "It’s really destiny at work, back then I couldn’t bear to waste these precious droppings, not realizing they’d come in handy now.

Tsk~ My dear disciple is as beautiful as an immortal; how could her inherited genes be bad? Thinking about it, the young Lin Huan was... a hunk who won over the hearts of both Yan Hua and Long Xiangkui, two peerless beauties of the Mystic Sect!"

Zhang Zidao, seeing me suddenly sit up, awkwardly covered his mouth and changed the subject, "Eh... my dear disciple... you’re awake now? How are you feeling? If you’re still uncomfortable, it’s inevitable, have another Silkworm Feces pill that your master personally rolled."

"I wasn’t out cold!" After eating the Silkworm Feces, my eyes continued to bleed, but the weakness throughout my body and the extreme pain in my face lessened somewhat, "Yu Longting... give me a mirror... quick, give it to me!!"

"You still want to look in the mirror? Aren’t you afraid you’ll have nightmares after seeing yourself? Stop looking at it, why torture yourself?"