Chapter 128: The Caring Orphanage

The god who had shed the last drop of blood for his followers closed his eyes wearily, and he slept peacefully beside the rejuvenated and healed believer.

The withered vines turned into a black sleeping quilt over it, and the young god, who had gained his first followers, had a very faint and imperceptible smile on his lips, like a child dreaming after having acquired his favourite toy.

It all seemed like fairy godmother magic, because the clock had just struck twelve midnight.

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Liu Jiayi woke up choking and coughing from the smell of psycho-bleach, her face almost transparent from the loss of blood, and even though she had just woken up the little girl instantly regained her guard and took out the poison and aimed it at the direction she heard the sound.

Liu Jiayi can't see anything now because the time for the visualisation has expired.

"It's me, Bai Liu." Bai Liu was calm even when Liu Jiayi threateningly compared his neck with poison, he opened his hands to show he was harmless, "Your blood is still flowing, so I wanted to take care of you."

Liu Jiayi retrieved her poison in a bit of a daze, as she seemed to have not recovered from the news that Bai Liu had survived.

At that moment, she had already planned to break it, just to put up a fight, but she didn't think she could really save Bai Liu, and the next thing she knew, she felt the bandaged wound on her arm, and she tightened her grip slightly on the still-stinging row of cuts on her arm.

"You should already be low on life, don't you want to give yourself back a little?" Bai Liu asked.

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips, didn't say anything, her healing skill had indeed run out, and Bai Liu was right, because she was bleeding to save Bai Liu, her life was already very low, only 5 points, now sitting on the ground there was a kind of chill that made her want to shiver out of her body.

Liu Jiayi did not answer him, so Bai Liu ignored Liu Jiayi and turned to dress the wound of the still sleeping little Muke. Liu Jiayi's eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling with water, her face covered in blood, but her body suddenly emitted a holy white glow that spread from Liu Jiayi's body to Bai Liu's and Muke's like water.

The glow was warm, pure white, and one could not help but relax tense muscles and nerves as the little girl in the middle of the glow held in her arms a shimmering bottle of mercury-like liquid in a long, thin, puffy glass bottle the length of Bai Liu's hand.

Liu Jiayi placed the bottle of liquid in Bai Liu's hand, her voice hoarse, "Antidote, you and Muke drink it, no need to save it for me, top up the blood bar."

As Bai Liu was about to ask her why she was giving them a drink, Liu Jiayi seemed to feel cold and curled up and hugged her knees, burying her head in them.

Her voice was muffled, "Neither you nor Muke have a higher panel than I do, the cure skill, the lower the personal panel level the better the healing effect, you are better off drinking it than I am, and you two are going to be clear of life, I still have life and I have skills, I am more durable than you in this game."

"Why give it to us?" Bai Liu asked anyway.

"Give it back to you." Liu Jiayi's head was still buried in her lap and she said this without looking up, without thinking.

Bai Liu, however, gets it.

Little Bai six saved her, Muke saved her, he saved her, and she remembers it all, probably in disbelief, probably in doubt, probably in disbelief.

But she does remember them all.

"I thought you'd hate me, you guessed I was using Liu Huai to catch you when you were outside the church, didn't you?" Bai Liu inquired thoughtfully.

Liu Jiayi still didn't look up, and she gave a nasal muffled sound.

Bai Liu looked down at the swirls in Liu Jiayi's yellow hair: "Then why did you bleed to death to save me when you knew I had lied to you and was using you?"

Liu Jiayi asked him in return, "What about you? Why did you risk your life to save me?"

Bai Liu put it succinctly: "The deal."

Liu Jiayi finally lifted her head, her eyes red: "Because you just saved me."

Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi, whispering and sobbing, look at each other long and silently.

This little girl has grey eyes that can't see the world, and when she looks up at people like this, there is a sense of stubbornness and loneliness and vulnerability, like a fish that spies on the birds on the shore in the muddy water but is not looked at by anyone, but when you really look at this little fish through the mud, you will find that this little girl's eyes can speak. [Whoever saved me, I'll give it all back to you, I don't owe you anything].

I'm going to settle the score with the world, with everyone in it, and find out what I did wrong.

Let's see how long I can struggle to survive as a little cunt.

Bai Liu handed back the antidote bottle, his expression and tone calm: "I've got the blood lingzhi, I've cleared the level, I don't need to restore any life points, you don't need to return anything to me because someone else did it for you, just leave some of the antidote for Muke."

"The rest, I think you need more." Bai Liu held out the antidote bottle to Liu Jiayi, "You're also low on life, drink it in peace, I'm here if anything happens, I promised Liu Huai I'd take you out."

Liu Jiayi's dry, cracked lips parted slightly, her chin resting on her huddled knees, a tiny ball, the curve of her head raised with a wary, suspicious unease, and she blinked to contain the emotions that came up, pursing her lips and reaching for the antidote bottle, but both her hands were bruised, and her hands trembled as she took it, almost dropping it.

"You have a wound on your hand." Bai Liu steadily caught the falling bottle and held it out to Liu Jiayi's mouth again, "I'll feed it to you just like that."

Liu Jiayi gently inhales and exhales, she opens her mouth and before she can drink, a drop of liquid drips from the bottle.

One drop, two drops, tears falling into the antidote, Liu Jiayi wonders who said that tears seem to be a poison for human emotions to vent, and falling into the antidote doesn't know if it will make the antidote ineffective.

Liu Jiayi held the bottle in her mouth, tears flowing freely as she choked on the antidote that cured her, whimpering, "It's so humiliating to drink like this ...... like a ......"

"Stray dogs, right?" Bai Liu smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Your mantra is the same as your brother's, stray dogs are nice, why do you all hate stray dogs so much?"

Thinking of Liu Huai, Liu Jiayi cried more and more, tears and snot flowing together, her body sobbing: "What's so great about stray dogs! They are dirty and disliked by everyone! Everyone shouts at them! Everyone hates stray dogs!"

Bai Liu strokes Liu Jiayi's head, seemingly finding it amusing that Liu Jiayi is crying so hard at this point.

He said, "A homeless person wouldn't hate stray dogs."

Liu Jiayi raised her head with teary eyes.

"When the game is over, take your brother away from me, a vagrant." Bai Liu lowered his eyes and said in a very soft voice, "When the game is over and done with for good, neither you nor he will have to wander anymore."

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Liu Jiayi didn't drink much, but the little girl had a stubborn streak in her and had to leave it to Bai Liu, who wasn't too safe with three life points, so she went along with Liu Jiayi and drank it. Liu Jiayi doesn't know how much blood she has, but she won't tell me, saying that she's not dying easily at this level, so don't worry about her.

Taking advantage of the night, Bai Liu moved the baptismal font to reveal the tunnel below, he clapped his hands and exhaled, "At this point in time, the deformed children can't go out through this exit of the church in the tunnel, then they will go out through the hospital one, the number of deformed children in the tunnel should be low now... ..."

"It doesn't matter if there's more." Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu holding the bottle of poison, her voice still hoarse, "I'll clear the way."

Bai Liu raised one eyebrow slightly: "OK, I'll go and take little Miao Gaojiang with me. "

After the death of Big Miao Gaojiang, Bai Liu only had to fulfil this agreement to get Little Miao Gaojiang's soul note, for which Bai Liu saved Little Miao Gaojiang's life and fed him some antidote to keep his blood streak up.

Liu Jiayi could have guessed this as she watched Bai Liu carry Miao Gaojiang without any reaction.

Muke was not as calm as she was, her eyes were red with anger and she pointed at Bai Liu with shaking hands: "How could you save him? You're an idiot! He's the one who closed the church door and let everyone else die!"

"He'll die even if he doesn't." Bai Liu gave Muke Jr. a faint look, "The church has no shelter for us adults, we'll get killed too if we come in."

Little Muke was still holding his breath, but Liu Jiayi had already jumped through the opening of the passage and little Muke was startled when Bai Liu said, "Follow her in."

The passage was still dark, stuffy and damp, and occasionally something would rustle and crawl, but before it could get close to Bai Liu and the others, it was eliminated by Liu Jiayi, who was one step ahead of them in locating the sound. Jiayi's natural blindness gives her an advantage in the dark, and she is even faster than the monster in finding her target by sound.

When she reached a spot, as if hearing the sound of fingers snapping in the dirt, Liu Jiayi tried to attack again, but little Muke suddenly screamed, "Wait!"

Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi both looked over.

Little Muke stared at Bai Liu's face as he breathed in the passage quickly, " little Bai six ...... little Bai six laid here before sending us up, you promised to take him out over here."

They had pulled the limp little Bai six from beneath the mushroom bushes. The morning's battle had been so exhausting that the child had lost all ability to move and had been alienated so quickly that Bai Liu pressed down on him with a sunken, mud-like texture - and he was decaying fast. The little Bai six was decaying fast.

Fourteen-year-old Bai Liu, like any other deformed child turned monster, is rapidly decaying, turning into a puddle of mud in the hidden tunnels beneath the orphanage.

Little Muke looked nervously at Bai Liu who, with a Miao Gaojiang on his back, was a bit of a burden to take a dead little Bai six with him, and in keeping with the man's theory of uselessness, Little Muke was apprehensive that he would leave little Bai six here again, as he had done in the morning, and he asked back warily. "You promised to take him out of here, you can't leave him here."

Bai Liu tilted his head slightly, his face expressionless as he stared down at Xiang Muke.

Muke was getting more and more nervous, his back was tense: "I know he's just a corpse, but still, you can't leave him here, you promised him!"

Bai Liu suddenly laughed softly as he wrapped Miao Gaojiang's limbs around himself with bandages and then knelt down to look at little Bai six.

Little Bai six's face is already covered with corpse spots. He looks like a child who has slept restlessly, still wrinkling his brow the moment before he died, but with a little smile at the corner of his mouth, a somewhat peculiar expression.

"You see, you have a friend too, little Bai six." Bai Liu's tone was so light that he didn't know who he was talking to, "Not a purposeful liar like me, Bai six, but a real one, your friend."

"Your luck will change."

Little Bai six did not open his eyes, his chest was calm and unruffled, and corpse spots grew from the place where his heart had been.

Little Muke looked at Bai Liu strangely and muttered to himself, then Bai Liu bent down and picked up little Bai six's body, he was pinned down by two children in front of him and behind him, he stood up a little shakily but did so, Bai six rolled unconsciously on all fours in his arms, little Bai six's head rolled out from Bai Liu's shoulder and was wrapped in one arm and held back, sleeping like a baby. The head of little Bai six rolls out from where Bai Liu's shoulders were and is wrapped in one arm and held back, stuck in the crook of his arm, sleeping like a baby.

Bai Liu walked out of the orphanage with his fourteen-year-old body in his arms, one step at a time.