Chapter 795
Chapter 795
*I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!*
Princess Yinghan didn’t say the words aloud, but she screamed them in her mind. She had never met someone so vulgar, so utterly vile. He observed no boundaries, making her hair stand on end. She suddenly lunged at Shen Lang, grabbing his collar and lifting him into the air before pressing a dagger to his eye.
“Give me the antidote,” she said coldly. “Give it to me, or I’ll gouge your eyes out.”
Shen Lang, however, just widened his eyes and smiled.
“Yinghan, so you are afraid of death after all? Yes, this is much more realistic. Who were you trying to impress before, pretending to be some celestial fairy?”
Shen Lang cherished his own life dearly, but at crucial moments, he would never show a trace of fear.
“Just don’t torment me. Pulling out my fingernails, cutting off my balls… I’m most afraid of things like that. Don’t you dare torture me. I’d truly rather die than suffer. You can chop off my head, but you can’t slash my face. You mustn’t ruin my peerless, handsome features.”
Shen Lang chattered on, making Yinghan want to rip his tongue out. Never in her life had she despised someone so much.
“If you dare harm a single hair on my head, you’ll all die. Got it? Be careful with that dagger. You might accidentally cut off one of my eyelashes. I don’t have many to spare; losing even one would make me ugly.”
Princess Xixuan stepped forward and grabbed Yinghan’s arm, stopping her. Getting angry now was pointless. Besides, with Shen Lang’s family having entered the Devil’s Triangle, he was already in their hands, whether he lived or died. It was only natural for him to act completely unhinged. *If you slash my face, I’ll kill you. If you break my fingernails, I’ll take you down with me.* Coming from anyone else, such words would be a joke, but from Shen Lang, they were undoubtedly true.
“How can you prove we’ve been poisoned with this Black Plague you speak of?” Xixuan asked.
Shen Lang laughed. “Just wait. You’ll feel it when the grim reaper comes knocking. *Cough, cough.* Hahaha, *cough, cough, cough*…”
Shen Lang began to cough as well. Xixuan reached out and touched his forehead. He was indeed running a fever. And since his constitution was far weaker than theirs, his fever was even more severe.
“My dear sisters, you absolutely must not return to your ships. Otherwise, you’ll infect everyone else. Esteemed heroes of the Transcendent Powers, Princess Xixuan and Princess Yinghan have been infected with the Black Plague! Everyone, stay away from them! *Cough, cough.* If you get infected, you will surely die!”
Hearing this, the nearest ships quickly retreated. They had recently heard the news that everyone in Whirlwind City and the City of No Return had perished. It was clear this Black Plague was truly like the grim reaper himself. This poison didn’t spare you just because you were a skilled martial artist. Shen Lang found a long chair and lay down comfortably. The sails on his ship were completely lowered. The currents here were strange, forcing the vessel to spin in circles on the sea. The ships abandoned by the Jin Clan were also drifting aimlessly.
Xixuan asked in a cold voice, “What is it you want?”
Shen Lang reached out to grab her bottom, but she dodged. He tried again but was too weak to succeed.
“I don’t want anything. I don’t want to think about anything right now. I just want to let you feel death. The three of us, husband and wives, will go to the Yellow Springs together. *Cough, cough*…”
***
For the next while, the three of them were locked in a strange standoff. Shen Lang made no demands, and his symptoms only grew worse. His coughing intensified, and his fever rose. On the second day, Shen Lang began to vomit blood. Yinghan and Xixuan were not much better off. They, too, began to run fevers, and the lymph nodes in their groins started to swell. They tried desperately to suppress it, but their coughing grew more severe as the symptoms of the Black Plague became more apparent. The ship continued to drift in circles, and the surrounding fleets of the Transcendent Powers had already moved more than a thousand meters away, terrified of being infected.
“My dear sisters, let me paint a portrait of you.”
Shen Lang set up an easel and actually began to paint. His hands trembled violently, and he coughed terribly, but he painted with intense concentration.
“Why don’t you both take off your clothes? I’m better at painting nudes. Fine, fine. If you don’t agree, then don’t. Why look at me like you want to kill me?”
Shen Lang continued to paint, and after more than an hour, he was finished.
“Take a look. What do you think?”
He turned the portrait around to show them. Xixuan and Yinghan glanced at it with annoyance but were slightly taken aback. Shen Lang’s artistic skill was remarkable; it was as if he had imprinted their likenesses onto the paper.
“*Cough, cough*…”
Shen Lang coughed violently again, finally spitting a mouthful of blood onto the portrait.
“Dammit…”
Without a word, Shen Lang wiped the bloodstain with his hand and smeared it onto the lips of the figures in the painting. Instantly, the two women in the portrait became even more beautiful, the painting imbued with a vibrant lifelike quality.
“Oh? There’s still some blood left?”
Shen Lang then smeared the remaining blood from the white paper onto the legs of the two women.
*You bastard!*
This man was truly endlessly vulgar.
***
Another day passed. Shen Lang could no longer move, lying on the chair, his entire body flushed red like a well-cooked shrimp. His bleeding had worsened, and he was barely clinging to life. It wasn’t just Shen Lang; Xixuan and Yinghan could also feel the grim reaper’s approach. They had taken countless medicines, expended vast amounts of internal energy, and even tried extreme treatments like bloodletting several times. But it was all in vain. Their conditions only worsened, and they, too, began to cough up blood.
“Shen Lang, what do you want? What is it you want? Give us the antidote, give it to us!”
Shen Lang shook his head.
“I don’t want anything. I just want to take you down with me. Hahaha… *cough, cough, cough*…”
He then coughed up another clot of blood. Xixuan and Yinghan frantically searched the ship for an antidote, but not only could they not find one, but even if they did, would they be able to recognize it?
***
Darkness fell. Shen Lang was delirious, seemingly on the brink of death. He had lost his senses and began to ramble.
“Wife, my wife… My love, Mulan, Mulan. Shen Mi, I’m sorry. Daddy missed so many moments of you growing up. Shen Li, Daddy never had time to love you… Boya, you’re the strongest, you have to protect your sister and brother…”
Yinghan and Xixuan, coughing up blood themselves, desperately shook Shen Lang.
“Shen Lang, don’t die, don’t die! Quickly, tell us if there’s an antidote! Is there an antidote?”
Shen Lang answered in a daze.
“If you two sleep with me, I’ll tell you if there’s an antidote. Fine, fine. I can’t even get hard. You two haven’t bathed in two days, you must smell sour. I can’t sleep with a woman who hasn’t bathed in two or three days, even if she’s a fairy…”
Shen Lang continued to give nonsensical answers, his rambling growing more incoherent. He even started saying things that Princess Xixuan and Princess Yinghan couldn’t understand at all.
“Is *Game of Thrones* over? I want to do it with Lin Chi-ling… Time slip, time slip, I want to slip into your sister…”
Princess Xixuan had a vague feeling that the words coming out of Shen Lang’s mouth were of utmost importance. They must be the deepest secrets from his heart. To be saying them now meant he had completely lost his mind. She didn’t want to die, and neither did Yinghan. She suddenly propped Shen Lang up and began infusing him with her internal energy, trying to keep him alive for a little longer.
“Shen Lang, tell me. Is there an antidote or not?”
Shen Lang didn’t answer.
“Shen Lang, I’ll release Ning Zheng, and I’ll release Ning Yuanxian. Just tell me where the antidote is! We’re your fiancées, are you really going to let us die?”
Yinghan approached and desperately pressed on Shen Lang’s philtrum, shouting, “Shen Lang, where is the antidote?”
As the two women pressed him for the antidote’s location, they both broke into fits of coughing. Shen Lang’s eyes fluttered open blearily.
“The antidote…”
Then, with his last ounce of strength, he pointed in a certain direction. He was pointing at one of the ships drifting aimlessly on the sea—a small warship abandoned by the Jin Clan.
*Is the antidote on one of those ships? Which one?*
Yinghan and Xixuan quickly identified which ship it was. While the flags on the other ships were ordinary, one of them bore a smiling face—a vulgar, smiling face at that. But what was truly strange was that the flag on that ship hadn't had a smiling face on it before; it had just appeared. At that moment, darkness had fallen, and a fog was beginning to settle over the sea. They had no choice. They had to pursue that ship. Otherwise, it would soon disappear from sight.
“I’m to have a burial at sea. My dear sisters, you are my fiancées… Go quickly.”
After saying this, Shen Lang’s hand fell from the side of the chair.
*Is he dead?*
Yinghan and Xixuan gasped for breath, trying to hear Shen Lang’s heartbeat. But there was no heartbeat, no breath. They checked his pulse, but there was nothing. The two looked at each other.
*This scum is dead? This scourge is dead? He just died like that?*
Just then, several small gusts of wind blew across the sea, causing the small ships that had been drifting in circles to be pushed forward, carried toward the Devil’s Triangle. The ship with the smiling-face flag, in particular, began to pick up speed. How could they just let it go? Once a ship entered the Devil’s Triangle, it would either disappear completely or be destroyed. Sure enough, one of the small warships drifted into the Devil’s Triangle.
*CRACK!*
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck, and the ship was instantly blown to pieces. Princess Yinghan and Princess Xixuan exchanged a look. They were truly out of time. The ship that might hold the antidote was about to drift into the Devil’s Triangle. One of them could have chased it alone, but what if there was only one dose of the antidote on board? Someone as malicious as Shen Lang was more than capable of such a thing. They had to go together and search the ship themselves.
Yinghan drew her sword, hesitating over whether to cut off Shen Lang’s head. Regardless of whether he was dead or alive now, if she beheaded him, he would never come back. But she quickly gave up the idea. Princess Xixuan had once again grabbed her hand to stop her. If the antidote wasn’t on the ship with the smiling-face flag, and Shen Lang was truly dead, then no one could save them.