The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 961: Producing the Antidote

Chapter 961: Chapter 961: Producing the Antidote

"Was she really just kidding? Could it be that the Illusion Continent has truly piqued Brother Molian’s interest?"

"That place may not necessarily be good for us, Brother Molian," she reminded him.

"Mm."

Ya Molian nodded.

He naturally knew that place was not a good one, yet somewhere in his heart, he felt he was inevitably going to be involved with the Illusion Continent sooner or later, if not now, then in the future.

"If we really reach that point, you’ll come with me when the time comes, alright?"

Lin Caisang: "..."

What’s with this alright or not alright?

"You’re not thinking of ditching me and going there by yourself, are you?"

She rolled her eyes at him, clearly annoyed, and retorted.

"Heh."

Ya Molian once again raised his hand and patted her head.

"Let’s not talk about this anymore. Here, have some warm milk. I added some vegetable juice to it. We’ve been eating meat all this way, and that’s not good for the body. You have to eat some vegetables."

She handed her water flask to him, saying this.

She couldn’t worry too much about others, but Brother Molian had poison in his system that still needed to be cleared. If his health was not taken care of, it certainly wouldn’t do. Naturally, she had to take good care of him.

"As soon as we get out of here, I will hurry to study the antidote and definitely produce an antidote for you," she said.

"Good."

Ya Molian nodded.

"Sang’er..."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream entered their ears, interrupting their conversation.

The two of them turned their heads and saw two guards running over from not too far away, glancing back as they ran as if something was chasing them.

Seeing this, everyone stopped resting, immediately took out their weapons, and prepared for battle.

Still, even after the two guards had run right up to them, no demons seemed to be following them.

"What’s wrong, what did you encounter?"

A prince grabbed one of the guards by his collar and asked anxiously.

"A blood river, there’s a river of blood over there," the guard said, trembling, his lips quivering as he spoke.

Although that blood river wasn’t really a river, only as wide as their palm, but what flowed within was fresh blood. For so much blood to keep flowing, how many must have died?

The sight alone was terrifying.

"A blood river?"

Lin Caisang and Ya Molian exchanged glances and simultaneously walked in the direction from which the two guards had come.

Zhe Jue and the others followed suit, and everyone walked over to see. Indeed, it was a river of blood, flowing continuously, sending shivers down everyone’s spine, feeling as if something was tugging at their feet.

"How can there be a blood river here?"

Commander Mo swallowed nervously, watching the bright red blood flow. The entire scene was disconcerting.

Before, he had only watched the blood river from a distance. Moreover, since entering White Blind Mountain, he had not seen this so-called blood river again, and he had thought it was just an illusion.

After all, everything on White Blind Mountain seemed so surreal, as if in a fantasy. A phantom blood river seemed quite normal in that context.

But now, up close, the river of blood before him was unmistakably real, and he could even smell the thick scent of blood in the air. Covering his mouth and nose, he felt unbearably nauseous.