The place where five holes were pierced in the back, like lava flowing through, felt like it was being thrown into the fire and burned.

Jun Mo Yan's eyes turned black for a while, and his head also fainted.

He immediately reduced his speed, and after driving for a few more minutes, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and parked the car on the side of the road to avoid a traffic accident.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Xiaoai saw Jun Moyan's face turned blue, and there was a trace of black gas between his eyebrows, so he knew what was going on.

She immediately unfastened the seat belt on her body, and then got up and unfastened the seat belt on Jun Mo Yan's body.

I reached out and undressed him, wanting to examine the wound.

"No ......"

Jun Moyan wanted to say that it was okay to reassure Wen Xiaoyan, but found that it was difficult to even speak.

"You turn around, and I'll look at your wounds."

Jun Moyan didn't want to show her the wound, for fear of scaring her, for fear that she would be worried, and even more afraid that she would cry again for a while.

But Wen Xiaoai didn't give him a chance to say no at all, and had already unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

Jun Moyan was helpless, turned his body sideways, and left his back to Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai watched his blood-soaked clothes clinging to his back, and she really couldn't get down to take off his clothes.

She was afraid of pulling his wounds, and she didn't dare to look at it.

"You put up with it......"

Wen Xiaoai wiped her tears and mustered up the courage to slowly remove his clothes.

All the way down to the waist.

On his blood-stained back, the five blood holes pierced by Wu Zhihan's fingernails were still bleeding, shocking.

And this blood, at some point, turned black.

There was a trace of black smoke coming out of the wound, which was visible to the naked eye.

The skin at the edge of the wound showed signs of decay and emitted a foul smell.

This is caused by the corpse poison in the body of the ghost.

“…… How is it so serious. ”

"Jun Mo Yan, how are you."

Wen Xiaoai asked him crying.

“…… It's okay. ”

It was meant to be reassuring, but when he spoke, his breath was unsteady and it was very difficult, which made Wen Xiaoai even more scared and flustered.

"Jun Moyan, sit down, I'll help you force the corpse poison out."

Wen Xiaoai straightened Jun Moyan's body, and tried to force out the corpse poison from his wound with his mana.

But after trying it a few times, not only was it useless, but it seemed to have accelerated the spread of the corpse poison, which tossed Jun Moyan a lot.

Wen Xiaoai didn't dare to try it easily, so she could only withdraw her hand.

Seeing that Jun Mo Yan's face had slowly changed from cyan to blue-gray, Wen Xiaoai was so frightened that she cried.

"Jun Mo Yan ......"

"Woo, you can't be okay."

Jun Moyan's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them, his vision was blurred, his consciousness was also dissipating, and when he heard Wen Xiaoai's scared cry, he raised his hand with some difficulty, wanting to hug her.

But it was like hallucinations, obviously as if he had raised his hand, as if he had hugged her, but his consciousness suddenly woke up for a second or two, but he found that he hadn't even raised his hand at all.

"Little ......"

"Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai grabbed his hand and looked at him with tears on her face.

“…… Don't cry. ”

Jun Moyan couldn't open his eyes, his brain was groggy, and he would fall asleep at any time.

"I don't cry, I don't cry." Wen Xiaoai wiped her tears indiscriminately, but she still couldn't control her emotions.

She's scared, she's scared to death.

She was not afraid of facing Wu Zhihan just now.

At this time, he was so panicked that he was so frightened that he was at a loss.

“…… Little girl, my phone is in my left pocket, you call Tsing Yi and ask him to come and ......"