Chapter 1757 - 647: Su Mo Administers Poison (Part 3)

"...Alright."

Su Mo nodded:

"You wait for me here, I’ll be back soon."

"Okay."

Yang Xiaoyun watched as Su Mo turned around, but suddenly couldn’t help but call out:

"Husband..."

"Huh?"

Su Mo was taken aback, and when he turned around, Yang Xiaoyun had already thrown herself into his arms.

"What’s wrong?"

Su Mo didn’t dare to take a single deep breath.

In the past few days, he had already noticed that Yang Xiaoyun seemed a bit odd.

Her temperament had changed quite a bit from before.

But tonight, perhaps stimulated by seeing Elder Zhou’s corpse, this change became even more apparent.

Luckily, Su Mo was extremely familiar with her, and this familiarity wasn’t just limited to her personality; he knew her thoroughly in every aspect.

Otherwise, he would have suspected that she had been replaced by someone else.

"I’m alright..."

Yang Xiaoyun’s voice came from Su Mo’s chest, sounding a bit muffled:

"I don’t know what’s wrong with me... We’re in a dangerous place now, yet I find myself out of sorts."

As she spoke, she released Su Mo, gently rubbing her face:

"Go ahead, just be careful."

"Alright..."

For a moment, Su Mo didn’t know if he should leave or not.

He took two steps and couldn’t help but glance back at Yang Xiaoyun:

"Perhaps I should stay with you tonight."

"No need."

Yang Xiaoyun shook her head.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Yang Xiaoyun smiled and said, "You should go quickly."

"Alright then..."

Su Mo, feeling utterly perplexed, walked to the window, glanced back at Yang Xiaoyun, saw her gazing steadily at him, and waved gently to say goodbye.

Then, hesitantly, he pushed open the window, his figure blurring as he leaped out.

After the window fell shut, Yang Xiaoyun bit her lower lip, furrowed her brows tightly, and slowly approached the bed to sit down.

Reaching out, she fumbled for the quilt, held it in her arms, and looked somewhat sorrowful.

"What’s wrong with me... This isn’t the first or second time...

"Husband’s martial arts are supreme, he’s just going out to investigate, why act like this?"

She questioned herself, feeling there shouldn’t be anything major about it.

Yet, inexplicably, she felt that Su Mo’s turning away left her extremely heartbroken.

This feeling had no reason at all.

"Could it be..."

Yang Xiaoyun’s expression suddenly changed:

"Will husband face danger on this trip?"

Upon thinking this, she immediately stepped out, and with a sweep of her hand, the Dragon Abyss Spear was already pulled towards her with her Inner Strength, intending to catch up with Su Mo.

But after taking two steps, she shook her head:

"No, no...

"This feeling is baseless and unreliable.

"I can’t act recklessly and cause him trouble..."

Thinking of this, she returned to the bed and sat down again:

"Could I have been poisoned?"

She decided to sit cross-legged, circulating the Da Shang Xuanting Scripture through her meridians.

After circulating her Skill through two small circulations, she found nothing unusual in her body, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt she might indeed have been poisoned.

Otherwise, how could she have changed so suddenly?

Thinking of this, she decided to get up and leave the room, arriving in front of Wei Ziyi and Little Situ’s room, gently tapping on the window twice.

The two girls immediately awoke with a start.

Wei Ziyi asked in a low voice:

"Who is it?"

"It’s me."

Yang Xiaoyun said softly:

"Little Situ, could you come out for a moment?"

"Sister Xiao Yun?"

Little Situ’s voice sounded a bit puzzled, and a moment later, the two sleepy-eyed girls came out of the room.

Following Yang Xiaoyun, they entered her room and sat down.

"What’s wrong?"

Little Situ looked at Yang Xiaoyun’s face, noticing she looked slightly haggard, and couldn’t help but feel a bit confused.

Yang Xiaoyun spoke solemnly:

"I might have been poisoned!"

"What?"

Wei Ziyi and Little Situ were taken aback:

"Who would dare borrow courage from the heavens?

"Actually dare to poison you?

"If Evil Su finds out, won’t he tear them apart?"

"This, I’m not sure."

Yang Xiaoyun said, "But recently..."

She recounted the odd events of the night.

Wei Ziyi furrowed her brows tightly:

"This indeed isn’t normal.

"But if it’s poison, what kind of poison would cause such strange phenomena?"

Little Situ, on the other hand, looked slightly strange, and said to Yang Xiaoyun:

"Sister Xiao Yun, shall I check your pulse?"

"Okay."

Yang Xiaoyun nodded, extending her hand to reveal her wrist.

Meanwhile, Wei Ziyi was already filled with murderous intent.

As soon as Little Situ confirmed Yang Xiaoyun was indeed poisoned, she would draw her sword to avenge her.

The three of them were closely bonded, having weathered many storms together, and although not blood sisters, their relationship was deeper than many siblings.

Just the thought of someone daring to harm Yang Xiaoyun ignited Wei Ziyi’s anger.

She immediately looked at Little Situ’s expression and found her looking grave, causing her to feel even more uneasy.

She couldn’t help but feel a drumbeat of anxiety.

Little Situ never showed such an expression when checking pulses.

Could the poison Sister Xiao Yun suffered really be that severe?

But after a moment, Little Situ let out a sigh of relief.

She lifted her fingers away, pondering without rushing to speak.

Both Yang Xiaoyun and Wei Ziyi watched her, and Wei Ziyi was especially anxious:

"What’s going on, say something.

"What kind of poison does Sister Xiao Yun have?

"How should it be dealt with..."

"This..."

Little Situ said solemnly:

"I can’t make a hasty conclusion right now.

"But judging from Sister Xiao Yun’s current situation, it should be certain..."

"What poison?"

Wei Ziyi quickly asked.

Yang Xiaoyun couldn’t help but look at Little Situ:

"Just tell me, I’m not afraid of death, just reluctant to leave my husband...

"But with you two around, even if I die, I’m not worried he would be uncared for."

"Ah?"

Her words made Wei Ziyi and Little Situ blush deeply.

Little Situ hurriedly waved her hands:

"What death talk... none of that.

"Sister Xiao Yun... although the pulse isn’t completely evident yet, there are already signs.

"This is actually wonderful news."

"How can being poisoned be a good thing?"

Wei Ziyi immediately frowned.

Yang Xiaoyun froze:

"Slippery pulse? Are you saying..."

She was about to blurt out, but hesitated, finally obliquely asking:

"Is this poison from my husband?"

"Yes, yes."

Little Situ nodded repeatedly.

Wei Ziyi: "???