Chapter 21

Huh!

Under the cover of night, Yang Yu sprinted madly.

Each step was extremely forceful, making his feet ache, but only in this way could he slightly alleviate the heat inside his body.

The blood exchange, according to Old Wei, was not very dangerous because the repeated medicinal baths before the blood exchange were meant to build up the body's resistance to the medicinal power.

Yang Yu understood this as developing drug resistance.

However, feeling the heat surging wildly inside his body like a runaway horse, he couldn't help but have a strange thought:

Could it be that this Cauldron of Gluttony absorbed even the residues from the medicinal baths?

"Could it be that I won't develop drug resistance?"

The waves of heat made Yang Yu's mind a bit fuzzy. Clenching his teeth, he ran towards the North Street.

Soon,

He saw a six-story building lit up in the silent night, and faintly, he could hear laughter and singing.

"Yanlai Building..."

Yang Yu's face twitched. He was naturally familiar with one of the three major pleasure quarters in Black Mountain City.

The heat inside his body almost made him want to rush in, but he forcibly suppressed the urge.

It wasn't that he was a man of high moral standards; it was just that the protection in this era was too poor. Thinking of the well-known street of venereal diseases in the outer city, he abandoned the idea.

Instead, he stepped into the shadows of a small alley and ran to expend the surging heat inside his body.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anyone, and Yang Yu's pace finally slowed as he felt the heat inside his body subsiding.

"Phew~"

In the shadows of the alley, Yang Yu lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaving, steam rising from his body, and his skin as red as a large shrimp.

The heat inside his body was still there, but it was no longer scorching. It enveloped his entire body, making him feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

But this heat was no longer from the medicinal power; it was his blood.

The blood exchange was successful!

Joy flowed through his heart, but the exhausted Yang Yu only wanted to fall asleep.

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, Yang Yu finally recovered, and the soreness in his limbs had improved somewhat.

"Finally alive again."

Yang Yu sat up, just as he was about to sense the changes in his body after the successful blood exchange, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

"Hmm?"

Yang Yu retreated into the shadows and faintly saw a short figure stealthily hiding at the entrance of a small courtyard.

"Even from this distance, I can hear?"

Yang Yu was surprised as he saw the door of the small courtyard suddenly open, and a tall, thin man walked out.

The man was dressed in white, and as he stepped out of the door, the moonlight fell on his face.

"Is it him?"

Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the man in white who had been suspected of following him that day?

The man in white adjusted his clothes, patted the shoulder of the short man outside the door, and walked away.

After a moment, Yang Yu, unable to contain his curiosity, quietly approached and pressed his ear to the wall, hearing a woman's sobs and a man's low, mournful whispers from inside the room.

"Flesh offering?"

Hearing the cries and commotion inside, Yang Yu felt a chill in his heart.

He had heard of offerings to the Liansheng Sect, but he never imagined there would be flesh offerings.

Being a husband, ***.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Yang Yu jumped up from the corner and turned around.

"Turns out it's you, kid? Not bad, daring to follow me."

The man in white stepped out of the shadows with a cold smile, looking at Yang Yu with a cold and surprised gaze.

"You let me go, and I actually come to you?"

"How did you find me?"

Yang Yu was on high alert, his hand instinctively touching his waist.

The broken knife, as long as a dagger, had never left his side since he learned to use it. This time, he had run out without shoes, but the knife was still with him.

Although he was on guard, he was also eager to try his hand.

Although he had just undergone the blood exchange, he had already noticed that his strength, speed, and reaction were much better than before.

The medicinal power had not yet dissipated, making it a good time for a fight.

"Want to know?"

The man in white walked closer with a half-smile.

Clang!

Before the words were even out, the two had already clashed, their weapons meeting, and neither hesitated to strike first.

"Ah!"

A strange cry, the man in white took a step back, shaking his arm as blood dripped down.

Not far away, Yang Yu stumbled to the ground, his wrist numb, but his mind was steady.

The man in white was much stronger than him, but not to the point where he couldn't fight back.

"Did he also undergo a blood exchange?"

Yang Yu was surprised as he stomped his foot and swung his broken knife, releasing the intense heat inside his body.

"You underestimated me!"

The man in white shouted in shock and anger, realizing he was actually injured.

Even though he had expended a lot of energy and his legs were a bit sore,

He remembered that this kid had only started the medicinal baths two months ago, and now he could actually injure him?

"Little brat."

The man in white's eyes turned dark. Seeing Yang Yu charge with his knife, he twisted his body and met him with his short sword.

He thought it was just a moment of carelessness. This kid was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and although he couldn't injure him right away,

He couldn't kill him either.

"Woof woof woof~"

Their fight had alarmed the neighborhood, and barking dogs and flickering lights appeared.

The man in white became anxious and, when their weapons clashed again, he turned to flee.

"He's running? Or..."

Yang Yu's mind raced, but he was also anxious.

If he let him escape, things would get complicated.

The Liansheng Sect was not something he could afford to provoke now.

He immediately increased his speed, swinging his broken knife more fiercely, but the man in white suddenly turned around, lunged forward, and pointed his short sword at Yang Yu's chest.

The sword came so fast that Yang Yu could hear the whistling wind in his ears.

His heart skipped a beat, and he stepped back, his broken knife moving to defend.

"You can't block it!"

The man in white sneered, his short sword moving even faster.

"Die!"

Although he was shocked that this kid had successfully undergone the blood exchange and had surprisingly good knife skills,

He was still just a half-grown kid. Even if he had trained early, he probably hadn't experienced real life-and-death battles.

"Hmm?!"

But the next moment, his face changed drastically. He felt his feet slip, and his short sword deviated, leaving only a shallow cut on Yang Yu's arm.

"What is this?"

The man in white looked in shock and saw that the ground was scattered with iron beads.

In the dark night, he hadn't seen them.

When did this happen?!

He was furious, and the knife that was supposed to strike his arm now aimed for his chest.

"Little brat!"

The man in white roared, his blood surging, and his skin and even his eyes turned red.

"What is this?"

Yang Yu was startled as he saw the man in white discard his sword and cross his arms in front of his chest.

"Ah!"

As blood spurted, Yang Yu took a step back.

The man in white leaped up from the ground, roaring madly, and a fierce headbutt came straight at Yang Yu's face.

The attack was so sudden that Yang Yu could only take a step back.

The fierce headbutt struck his chest.

"Phew!"

Yang Yu felt a burning sensation in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feeling the impact, Yang Yu became determined.

He flipped his wrist, holding the knife in reverse, and slashed horizontally, cutting the man in white's throat as he tried to charge again.

Then he pushed forward fiercely!

Thud!

The man's head flew back and landed on the ground, and a gush of blood, about a meter high, spurted from his neckless chest.

It splattered everywhere,

Covering Yang Yu's body!

"Dead..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

Without checking his injuries, he hurriedly searched the area, picked up the short sword, and prepared to leave.

The noise from their fight was quite loud, and it would soon attract the night patrol.

"Old Wei's decapitation technique, you've learned it well."

A figure blocked his path in the darkness.

Yang Yu tightened his grip on his knife and sword, and in the faint moonlight, he saw the person, his face showing surprise:

"Captain Wang?!"

Under the moonlight, the person was dressed in a tight-fitting gray-black outfit, with a knife at his waist, and he was tall and imposing like a tower.

It was none other than Wang Fobao, who should have been bedridden with severe injuries.

Wang Fobao's gaze was cold as he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground and then at the blood-covered Yang Yu, his tone unreadable:

"This time, you were caught red-handed. What do you have to say?"