Bai Gan hummed a song as she entered the room, carrying a cup of hot water and a towel. She saw Iris lying on the ground, covered in blood. She immediately put down the cup and towel and ran to Iris, calling out, "Mom, why did you get up? You shouldn't move with your injuries."
Iris didn't respond, clearly passing out again. Bai Gan looked at Iris anxiously, gently patting her, but there was no response.
Bai Gan carried Iris to the bed and quickly went to find Liliya.
"Grandmother, come with me to see Mom. She's bleeding a lot!" Bai Gan urgently told Liliya.
Hearing that Iris was bleeding heavily, Liliya abandoned her meal and quickly went towards the bedroom.
When they arrived, seeing Iris lying on the bed, their hearts clenched, especially Liliya. Her eyes instantly turned red.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Liliya muttered in a sorrowful tone.
Liliya felt increasingly uncomfortable, a sense of pain seemed to be cutting at her heart. She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and began to treat Iris's wounds again.
She knew deep down that Iris woke up and must have been afraid of the torture she would face, which is why she disregarded her injuries and forced herself to get up and run to escape.
Liliya didn't know why there was a lingering pain in her heart, as if someone was viciously cutting her heart with a knife.
While tending to Iris's wounds, Liliya suppressed her tears because she was the queen of the Blood Clan and couldn't let others see her vulnerable emotions.
Liliya quickly treated the wounds and wrapped them with gauze from the medical kit. Then she took out a syringe and injected liquid into Iris's arm. She wanted to replenish the blood that Iris had lost with her own blood.
After doing all this, beads of sweat formed on Liliya's forehead, and her complexion became even paler.
Looking at Iris's face, a worried and pained expression flickered in Liliya's eyes.
"Candace, clean up the blood on the floor and the bed where Iris slept, then pour everything into the trash bin," Liliya instructed Candace.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Candace respectfully bowed and immediately went to work.
"Bai Gan, you and Candace will take turns taking care of Iris for the next twenty-four hours. Even if one of you goes to the bathroom, the other must watch over Iris to prevent her from hurting herself again when she wakes up. It's too dangerous for her body to endure such turmoil," Liliya instructed.
Bai Gan nodded and said, "Don't worry, Grandmother. I will never leave Iris's side, not even for a second."
After saying that, Liliya turned and walked towards the bedroom with unsteady steps. She needed to find a place to rest, as she was really reaching her limit.
Lying on the bed, Liliya's tears slid down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," Liliya whispered. She couldn't imagine the pain that Iris had to endure, nor the shadow she had left in Iris's heart.
"What should I do?" Liliya asked herself softly. She didn't know how to make amends, how to face Iris.
Lying on the bed, Liliya gradually fell asleep amidst her self-blame.
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Shi Zhi and the others didn't leave Wutu. Modi took care of the wounded Qi Zhou in the cave, while Shi Zhi went around capturing the refugees of Wutu.
After death, humans would release death energy, and this death energy could be absorbed by Qi Zhou to help him recover from his injuries and also enhance the combat effectiveness of the ghost warriors in Qi Zhou's Ghost City.
At night, the wind blew fiercely, and the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. The whole world was enveloped in darkness. A gust of wind blew, causing sand and dust to fill the air, making it impossible for Shi Zhi to open her eyes.
Shi Zhi used her hand to cover her face and blocked the sand and dust. Her other hand pulled a sack.
Blood continuously flowed out of the sack. Inside were the refugees of Wutu, their limbs chopped off by Shi Zhi, tongues cut out, barely clinging to life but still struggling, trying to get up, only to be kicked down by Shi Zhi.
The methods Shizhi used were cruel and malicious. In order for Qizhou's injuries to recover, she didn't care about anything else. She could only use the most direct, simplest, and most brutal way to bring these refugees in front of Qizhou, and then kill them one by one, generating death energy to restore Qizhou's injuries.
Shizhi returned to the cave and threw these disabled refugees out of the sack like garbage.
The group of refugees wriggled on the ground, their gazes filled with hatred and resentment as they looked at Shizhi.
Their tongues were cut, unable to speak or express themselves. They hated the woman in front of them and wished to eat her flesh and drink her blood, but they could do nothing except express their anger with their eyes.
The world is like this, survival of the fittest. As long as you have enough strength, you can obtain everything you want and have everything you desire.
If you lack strength, you will be eliminated. That is the law of this world.
Shizhi placed a dagger on the neck of one of the refugees and coldly said, "I know you are angry, but all you have is anger. You can't do anything, the only thing you can do is accept, accept the fate of being slaughtered."
Shizhi's voice was calm, with no trace of emotion. Her tone was indifferent, without any waves.
"Qizhou is ready to absorb the death energy." Modi helped Qizhou up and had him sit cross-legged. Then, he said to Shizhi, "Shizhi, kill these people and let Qizhou absorb the death energy. This will speed up Qizhou's recovery."
Shizhi nodded and summoned a pitch-black lance. She pierced one of the refugees' heads with a single thrust.
The remaining refugees widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Then, the brain matter of the corpse splattered, staining the ground red. The blood mixed with brain matter emitted a strong smell of blood.
The other refugees looked at the scene and vomited one by one. They couldn't imagine what kind of scene this was.
They had never seen such cruelty before. Their irises trembled ceaselessly, and their bodies trembled violently as if they were frightened.
The eyes filled with resentment gradually disappeared, replaced by terror.
Shizhi didn't even look at them and continued to thrust her lance at another refugee. With another scream, the refugee's head also separated from his body, and his blood sprayed onto the ground, forming a pool of crimson blood.
One corpse after another fell to the ground, and there were no living refugees left around Shizhi.
After finishing all this, Shizhi leaned against the stone wall, holding the black lance, and closed her eyes to rest.
Death energy continuously flowed towards Qizhou. This death energy gathered on Qizhou's body. His body kept changing, and the wounds on his body were healing. Moreover, his aura was gradually growing stronger.
She knew that Qizhou's injuries had fully recovered, and he was now able to stand and walk.
Qizhou opened his eyes and the first thing he did was inquire about Iris's whereabouts.
"Your Majesty, she was taken away by the Angel of Death," Shizhi sighed and slowly said.
Upon hearing this, Qizhou frowned, his eyes filled with worry, but he didn't say much. He carefully recalled the situation at that time.
After a while, Qizhou noticed the puppet made in the image of the Fate Demon on the side and said, "Modi, since you have the puppet of Suiliang Feng, why didn't you save His Majesty first? Why did you save me? If I die, I die. It's not a big deal."
Modi sighed and said, "His Majesty was pinned to the rock by the Angel of Death's Everchanging Holy Spear. It takes time to remove the spear. Moreover, the Angel of Massacre, Sera, is not far behind me. If we don't take you away in time, all three of us including His Majesty will die."
"The Angel of Death said that Iris is her niece. She won't easily kill Iris. Moreover, the Queen of the Blood is also present and should protect Iris's safety. At least for now, she should be fine. His Majesty is just temporarily trapped." Shizhi opened her eyes and spoke slowly.
Qizhou nodded and remained silent, waiting quietly. At the moment, he only hoped for the remaining demons to awaken as soon as possible, otherwise, under the current circumstances, the demons would have no chance against the angels."
The three remained silent and calmly cultivated, intending to restore their strength to their peak before leaving Wutu and returning to the Divine and Demon Continent.
