novelraw Chapter 900 - 899: Who Are You Looking For?!
Chapter 900 - 899: Who Are You Looking For?!
After arriving at the small courtyard, despite Jiang Xin eating well and being sufficiently nourished, his physique was still not as robust as those trained for years. With just a shove from a man’s hand, he was pushed aside, tumbling heavily and hitting the wall.The little boy who was always nestled against Jiang Xin shivered and shrank into the corner, trembling all over.
Jiang Xin clutched his bumped head, stars swirling before his eyes. As his vision cleared, he saw Beisitian being pulled up by those men. Ignoring the pain, he hurried to rush forward again.
At that moment, he forgot the cautionary advice Beisitian had given beforehand. His sole thought was not to let Beisitian be taken away until in the instant Beisitian turned his head, that clear gaze froze Jiang Xin in place, and he finally came to his senses.
Beisitian was taken away. Jiang Xin stared at the tightly closed door, standing dazed for a moment. His hands hanging at his sides clenched fiercely, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze became resolute.
No longer did he want to be the stray child bullied even by wild dogs; he couldn’t let down the expectations of those who had treated him kindly!
He needed to become strong on his own!
In the past, this might have been a fantasy, but now it was not an impossibility. One day, he might truly stand guard at the head of the family, in front of his adoptive father and master!
Jiang Xin stopped thinking about other things, sat down where he was, and began repeatedly practicing the techniques Beisitian taught him. After this period of learning, he wasn’t completely a novice. Although a bit slow to start, it was better than nothing.
Beisitian shook off the two men’s arms and chuckled lightly, "I can walk by myself."
One of the men snorted and wanted to step forward, but the man in the black T-shirt ahead sneered, "Don’t waste time, hurry up, or it’ll be troublesome if we delay!"
The two men eyed Beisitian maliciously. Such a thorned rose, being drained of blood was a pity. If only they could enjoy it beforehand...
Thinking about it made their blood boil, yet it was just wishful thinking; the blood ritual couldn’t be postponed. Alas, such a beautiful rose was about to become a dried corpse.
Walking between the three men, Beisitian kept a steady pace, not deliberately dragging, leaving the two men behind unable to find an opportunity.
The corridor wasn’t dim; only three rooms lined the long corridor. One was where Beisitian had been held, another ten meters further, ending with the last room.
If one didn’t know this was a hospital, standing here was hard to believe, especially with a faintly metallic scent in the air, resembling a slaughterhouse.
Yes, calling it a slaughterhouse wasn’t lying; it was just more gruesome and brutal.
The Qing Yan men directly took Beisitian into the room at the end of the corridor, opening the door to a strong smell that made one retch!
Inside, however, was a bright white motif, whether the walls, chairs, or the high bed in the center like an operating table; all were white, starkly contrasting with the scent in the air.
In the room were two people in white coats, the blue flames on their left chests wild and untamed. One man and one woman, both masked, revealing nothing about their appearances or ages.
"The blood bank is here, it’s trouble for you two."
The leading Qing Yan man bowed politely, then retreated to the door, respectfully saying, "After drawing blood, feel free to summon me, I’ll bring it to the headquarters."
He glanced and saw the cold stare of the man and woman, hastily closing the door. Even after the door shut, his heart was still racing.
Although not the first time doing this, each time seeing these two, his heart leapt to his throat, fear uncontrollably sweeping his body.
Beisitian stood in the room, the scent constantly assaulting her senses, causing her to furrow her brow involuntarily, her expression turning colder, her aura chilling.
The man and woman ignored Beisitian upon entering, busy with their tasks. Any blood bank would usually collapse on the ground; they’d always carry them to the bed.
Seeing them with their backs turned, disregarding her without any intention to act, Beisitian noted that their spirits, hmm, were far weaker than she imagined, direct confrontation wouldn’t be a problem, why resort to sneak attacks.
She surveyed her surroundings, spotting many bottles on their table, filled with green and dark blue liquids, likely for mixing potent toxins.
These two had probably harmed countless children and adults using these materials!
Beisitian closed her eyes briefly, concealing the killing intent, then turned her gaze to see many yellow papers piled beside the surgical bed, along with two brushes depicting golden flames.
She picked up a yellow paper but found it was just an ordinary yellow paper, though the brush had a totem, it was still a regular brush.
This so-called blood ritual initiation was merely about using toxins.
Aside from these items, the room was quite simple, yet something felt off, oh yes, there were no windows!
No wonder it felt odd; a room without windows was somewhat oppressive, despite the pervasive whiteness.
Beisitian turned to see the man and woman pouring liquid back and forth between small bottles, the woman eventually holding an orange substance, perhaps the only warm color in the room.
Seeing the orange, they exchanged a glance, nodding subsequently, seemingly successful.
How toxins were formulated, Beisitian knew partly, as wanting to detox required understanding certain toxicology and procedures, so these two’s methods seemed crude to her.
Once they finished mixing the poison, they placed the small bottle on the table, ready to lift Beisitian onto the bed, but when they turned, they found no one on the ground, and searched the corners and doorways, finding no one.
"Who are you looking for?" Beisitian’s face darkened slightly, standing there, yet unnoticed by them.
Upon hearing the voice, they turned simultaneously, seeing someone who should be collapsed on the ground or huddled at the corner or trying to open the door, calmly standing behind the blood extraction counter!
The pair was seeing such a blood bank like Beisitian for the first time, staring at her holding a yellow paper, slightly dazed, soon realizing something as they exchanged a glance.
She was one of their kind!
Why so certain? Because Beisitian’s talisman-handling technique was unique to the Mystic Doctor!
Apparently, she had infiltrated.
The man and woman stayed put, coldly staring at Beisitian, even if she was a Mystic Doctor, now in the blood extraction room, there was no letting her leave!