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Chapter 819 - Chapter 819: Accident
Chapter 819: Accident
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I’ve already said it many times. I’m not a Saintess. My blood can’t cure the plague. Go back,” Shen Yijia said.
Ma San did not seem to hear him. He kept kowtowing and repeating, “Save her.’
Shen Yijia did not feel good.
Her spiritual liquid might be able to save people, but it would take seven days for the spiritual liquid to condense. Madam Ma would not be able to wait until then, so it was impossible for her to take it out when the time came.
Just as her beautiful husband had said, if she couldn’t save everyone, she couldn’t save just one.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to save him, but she couldn’t.
“It’s useless even if you beg me. If you have the time, why don’t you go back and accompany her more?” Shen Yijia prepared to close the door.
Seeing that Ma San was drenched in the rain, she pursed her lips and crossed the threshold. She squatted down and placed the umbrella beside him.
Ma San paused.
Shen Yijia did not mind and sighed. “Go back.”
She stood up and turned to walk back. “Madam Song.”
Ma San suddenly stopped her.
Shen Yijia turned around and saw a dark red liquid splash at her.
Shen Yijia’s pupils constricted.
“Jiajia.”
An urgent voice sounded behind her.
Everything happened too quickly. Shen Yijia did not even have time to react.
In just a breath, she had already been pulled into someone’s arms.
With a spin, the person used his body to block the dazzling red light.
The air surged with a rich and smelly smell of blood. Blood flowed down the other party’s hair to his neck, then down his neck and into his clothes.
One drop, two drops…
More and more of them appeared. Shen Yijia could no longer tell if it was blood or rain.
She was all too familiar with this smell.
This smell was almost everywhere in the quarantine area.
“Brother Song!” Xuanyuan Ziming, who had just turned into the alley, was stunned when he saw this scene.
Shen Yijia came back to her senses at his voice. Her hands trembled as she wanted to help Song Jingchen wipe the blood off his neck.
Before she could touch it, the other party grabbed her hand.
“Don’t touch it,” Song Jingchen said softly.
Shen Yijia’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. She felt her throat dry up. After a long time, she found her voice. “Hubby, blood, this blood…”
Her voice was trembling, and there was panic in her tone that had never been there before.
Song Jingchen wanted to rub her head as usual, but he thought of something and retracted his hand. He smiled and comforted Dao, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Shen Yijia shook her head in panic. “I’m fine? How can I be fine?”
This blood was clearly pus from the bodies of plague victims.
There was so much blood.
Endless fear spread from Shen Yijia’s heart and instantly engulfed her entire body.
Ma San didn’t expect Song Jingchen to suddenly appear and block the dirty blood. He staggered back, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground. He muttered, “1- I didn’t do it on purpose. I just wanted to prove that you’re immune to the plague. Your blood can treat the plague. I never thought of harming anyone else.”
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of secretly taking Shen Yijia’s blood, but he knew that he didn’t have that chance at all. He thought of what Bai Zhi had said. As long as he could prove that Madam Song wouldn’t contract the plague…
Shen Yijia closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were red. She retreated from Song Jingchen’s arms and rushed to Ma San. She grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
“You’re courting death!”
“I… You’re the Saintess… You… You can use your blood to… save him… Ah!”
As he could not breathe properly, Ma San’s entire face turned red. The veins on his forehead bulged. After saying this intermittently, he began to feel dizzy.
“I already said I’m not!” Shen Yijia roared with red eyes and tightened her grip. Suddenly, a large hand covered the back of her hand. “Jiajia, let go of him first.” “Hubby?” Shen Yijia could not understand.
She wasn’t allowed to kill Xuanyuan Ye, why couldn’t she kill this person too?