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Chapter 297: The Fingers Are Black Again

There was a sudden sharp pain in my fingertips, everything in front of me turned into a mist and dissipated, and I woke up.

Subconsciously raising my hand, I was horrified to find that the tip of the middle finger where blood had been taken from the Mediterranean had turned black at some point.

It looked like it was stained by ink.

In the Juehun Formation, the resentment of those resentful souls in Bai Xiaohe came back to me again.

Calculating the time, Qi Yue should have gone down the mountain and given my blood to his mother.

The whole middle finger seemed to be bitten hard by something, and a cold breath spread along the fingertips to the whole arm. On a hot day, it was like being frozen on the ice, and the sharp pain was numb and numb.

Drill into the bone.

I couldn't help but hum softly.

When Sean heard my movement, he quickly raised his head and stared at me worriedly with his big dark eyes.

I curled up into a ball with my arms folded, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Sean jumped on the bed, kept extending his warm tongue to lick the sweat on my forehead, and hummed anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!" I forced myself to reach out and touch Sean's head.

The moment his fingers touched Sean, the hair all over Sean's body suddenly popped up. He looked up and stared at my hand warily, his eyes turning red.

"Sean?" I was stunned, my hand stopped in mid-air, and I called its name in confusion.

Sean's red eyes stared at my dark fingertips for a moment, and he whimpered.

It turned out that Sean felt the strong resentment on my fingers.

I retracted my hand a little shyly.

Looking at my darkened fingers, I smiled bitterly, but I didn't know how to explain it to Sean.

After a long time, Sean's eyes slowly returned to color, and the hair on his body became smoother.

It stared at my finger hesitantly, then moved closer to sniff it tentatively.

I didn't move quietly, not wanting to scare this little guy again.

After trying a few times, Sean suddenly opened his mouth and bit my finger.

I was shocked, but I didn't move or retract my hand.

Sean won't hurt me!

Sure enough, Sean just put my finger in his mouth, and his cold fingertips touched its soft mouth and tongue. The severe pain gradually got better, and the cold feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow gradually disappeared.

After a while, the pain in my arm gradually disappeared, leaving only a dull pain in my fingertips, but that pain was almost negligible.

Sean let go of my hand, suddenly retched, jumped out of bed, and vomited profusely.

All the spit out was pitch black water.

The black water carries a strong stench of rotting meat.

After vomiting, Sean returned to the floor next to the bed and lay down heavily with a groan.

I hurriedly jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, got a glass of water, put it to Sean's mouth, held Sean's head, and fed the water into Sean's mouth.

After Sean drank the water, he gradually became more energetic.

"Sean, thank you! I'm sorry, it's all me who has caused you trouble!" I murmured, feeling so distressed that I shed tears.

Sean hummed and licked my face.

The rain outside stopped at some point, so I stood up, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and started cleaning up Sean's vomit.

Fortunately, the floor-to-ceiling windows were large enough for ventilation. By the time I cleaned everything up, the foul smell had almost dissipated.

There was also a wisp of fish belly white on the horizon.

I was no longer sleepy, so I simply sat up and continued practicing Qi.

After practicing for a few days, I found that although the dark middle finger was still as black as ink, the last bit of coldness had been almost washed away by the true energy, and the pain had completely disappeared.

Fortunately, Sean also recovered quickly. When it was completely bright, he was already wagging his head and jumping around, wanting me to take him to the garden.

When we came downstairs, Mrs. Chen had already prepared breakfast. Her eyes looked at Sean and me with a bit of fear and a hint of resentment.

I don’t know how Qi Yue treated her, because Sean and I saw through the problem in the beef, which caused her mission to fail, so she resented Sean and me because of it.

But she brought all this on herself.

A woman who originally didn't have many evil intentions, but did evil because of money, is not worthy of sympathy.

When Mrs. Chen came out again with a basin of raw beef, I first dipped my fingertips into some blood and brought it to my mouth to taste.

The fresh fishy-sweet smell spread along the tip of the tongue, and a sudden tingling sensation came from the tip of the middle finger. A warmth spread along the fingertips to the whole body, and I felt a kind of comfort that I had never experienced since my cultivation was sealed.

It seems to come from the fingertips, and it also seems to be brought by the wisp of fishy sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

I suddenly had an extremely strong desire to taste more of the fresh blood on the beef.

"Sister Chen, I don't care what Qi Yue has done to you, or what you think in your heart, but you should know that Qi Yue is reluctant to let me die now. I will try the food you give Sean first in the future. If I die,

I don't need to tell you what Qi Yue will do to you!" I tried my best to suppress the impulse in my heart and said to Mrs. Chen calmly.

Mrs. Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at me, then at Sean, and said in a dry voice: "I know!" Then she turned and entered the kitchen.

Sean looked at her eagerly but made no move.

It is a very spiritual animal and knows how not to cause trouble for me casually.

After breakfast, Sean and I walked around the garden twice before returning to the villa.

Without meeting Lao Hao, Sean wanted to run towards the backyard several times, but I stopped him. Whether it was out of resentment towards Sean and me or Qi Yue’s threat, Mrs. Chen would become Qi Yue these days.

The secret eyeliner, I can't harm Lao Hao.

When I returned to the bedroom, I started practicing Qi. I don't know if it was because of my hard work these days, but I obviously found that the condensed Qi was getting stronger and stronger, and I even had a faint feeling that it was about to break through the restriction under Hu Santai's breasts.

I don’t know whether this is a good thing or not. Grandpa Xiu Cai and Grandma Hu Santa both said that I have to survive the great calamity safely before I can achieve anything. Could it be that Qi Yue’s murder of Sean last night was the calamity I have to survive?

Tribulation?

Is it possible that as long as you wait and get out of here, you will succeed? That’s why you feel this way?

Peaceful days always pass quickly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. In the morning, I took Sean around the garden as usual, and met Lao Hao again. He was still standing under the two-color camellia tree.

Sean rushed towards him excitedly, sat at his feet and whined.

It looks like a coquettish dog.

Lao Hao looked down at Sean, turned around and walked towards the backyard, and Sean followed him with his tail wagging.

"You come too!"

I was wondering whether to follow him or not, when Lao Hao's voice floated to my ears vaguely.
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