vncnus Chapter 391 Sergei, dead!
Chapter 391 Sergei, dead!
Another rat darted up from the side, but Sergei remained calm and swept his left foot across, the tip of his boot precisely striking the rat in the abdomen.
The rat squeaked and flew away, crashing into the base of the wall and twitching a few times before going still.
In the blink of an eye, the two mice were dead at his feet, swift and clean.
"Sergei! Well done!" Dave's spirits lifted at the sight, and he smashed the stone even harder.
Sergei smirked and was about to step on the third rat when he suddenly felt a cold, slippery sensation under his foot.
He looked down and saw that a black and white banded krait had silently coiled around his ankle.
The snake had distinct rings all over its body, its triangular head held high, its cold, vertical pupils staring intently at him, its forked tongue flickering uncertainly.
Sergei knew he was in trouble and instinctively tried to kick the snake away—but it was too late.
The silver-ringed snake suddenly lowered its head, its fangs like two thin steel needles, piercing his trouser leg and embedding themselves in the skin and flesh of his ankle.
A searing pain instantly erupted from the wound, shooting straight up my calf.
"ah--!"
Sergei grunted, bent down and grabbed the snake's body. With a sudden burst of strength, he ripped the silver-ringed snake off his ankle and slammed it against the stone wall.
The snake's body hit the wall with a dull thud, slid to the ground, writhed a few times, and then fell still.
He looked down at his ankle—
There were two small blood holes on it, and a purplish-black swelling quickly appeared around them.
Soon, he felt his calves begin to go numb, as if ice water had been poured into them, with cold air seeping out from between his bones.
His breathing also became heavy.
"Sergei! Are you alright?" Park Ji-won exclaimed in surprise.
Sergei waved his hand, wanting to say "It's nothing," but his lips were already too numb to obey him.
His tall body swayed, like an old pine tree whose roots had been cut off by an axe, before crashing to one side with a heavy thud as his back slammed against the stone slab.
"Sergei!" Park Ji-won's expression changed drastically. He immediately stopped waving the branch and tried to rush over to help Sergei up.
"Don't go over there!" Dave grabbed Park Ji-won's arm.
Park Ji-won turned around abruptly, her eyes red-rimmed:
"We can't just abandon our teammate like this! As long as we carry him to the temple gates, the Guide will surely be able to save him!"
"Snap—"
Dave raised his hand and slapped Park Ji-won hard across the face.
Park Ji-won covered her face, looking at Dave in disbelief:
"Dave! Are you crazy? Sergei... he's our teammate! We can't abandon him!"
"Look closely! He's beyond saving!" Dave said hoarsely, pointing at Sergei, who was convulsing on the ground.
"The venom of the banded krait is already deadly, and with the added eerie atmosphere here, there's absolutely no chance of survival if you get bitten!"
"He's already too late! Taking him along will only drag us down, and we'll both die here!"
He grabbed Park Ji-won by the collar, his eyes sharp, and said, word by word:
"Wake up! Think about your family! Think about your country! Aren't you carrying the fate of South Korea on your shoulders?"
"If you die, what will happen to your family? What will happen to the whole of South Korea?"
"Are you going to make everyone pay for your foolish kindness?"
Park Ji-won was shocked; Dave's words exploded in his ears like a thunderclap.
He instinctively looked at Sergei on the ground—
Sergei had stopped convulsing, his eyes were wide open, his face was bluish-purple, and his lips were black.
Without a doubt, he is completely beyond saving!
He slowly lowered his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the anger and confusion in his eyes were gradually replaced by a kind of resolute determination.
That's right, he can't die. He must live to complete the guidance and shoulder his responsibilities.
Seeing his seemingly enlightened expression, Dave slowly released his grip on his collar, his tone softening slightly:
"Quickly pull the Slit-Mouthed Woman up and keep going!"
"If we delay any longer, more things will be attracted, and then none of us will survive!"
Park Ji-won nodded, suppressing the guilt surging in his heart, turned around, and quickly walked to the side of the slit-mouthed woman.
He reached out and supported the arm of the slit-mouthed woman who was still trembling and clutching her head, speaking as gently as possible:
"It's alright now, let's move on."
The slit-mouthed woman slowly raised her head and glanced at him, then turned back to the ground—the rats and snakes were now just stiff corpses.
She frowned, a look of extreme disgust flashing across her face. She suddenly stood up and took a few quick steps forward, as if staying any longer would be suffocating.
Park Ji-won and Dave quickly followed.
Behind him, Sergei's body lay quietly on the stone road, his face tinged with a deathly gray.
Before long, a flock of crows flew in from nowhere and landed on the ground in a dark mass.
They tilted their heads, peering at the corpse on the ground with their dark, beady eyes, tentatively hopping a few steps closer before lowering their heads to peck at it.
A few minutes later, Lin Feng and his group turned the corner and came to the base of this section of wall.
The first thing that caught my eye was the flock of black crows and the corpse they were surrounding.
All three looked solemn as their gazes swept over the scattered snake and rat carcasses on the ground. Combining this with the scene before them, they had already guessed what had just happened.
Yuanbao was still perched on Lin Feng's shoulder; the summoning time had not yet ended.
It glanced down at the flock of crows pecking at their food, a hint of displeasure flashing in its amber vertical pupils.
"Meow—"
A meow, neither too loud nor too soft, carried a certain natural air of authority.
The flock of crows seemed to have been whipped by an invisible lash, screeching as they scattered and flew away, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"A bunch of disgusting, hairy beasts!" Yuanbao snorted through his nose.
It then raised one of its front paws, its paw pads slightly open, and the tip of its paw suddenly shot out.
A fist-sized ball of orange-red flame condensed from the tip of the claw, and then with a flick of the claw, the flame floated away and landed on Sergei's body.
With a soft "boom," the flames instantly spread.
The firelight illuminated half the wall and the faces of everyone present.
The silent nun stepped forward to the flames, and a deep, almost compassionate look appeared in her eyes, which had been half-closed.
She slowly raised her right hand, her withered fingers drawing a perfect cross on her chest, and whispered:
May the Lord forgive your sins, may you find peace, and go to the shore where there is no more suffering.
After speaking, she stood quietly for a while before slowly turning around and continuing to walk forward.
Lin Feng patted Yuanbao's head and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."
Yuanbao flicked the back of his head with its tail, said nothing, its amber eyes reflecting a warm light in the firelight...