In Love With The Fake Bride

He made a decisive decision and stopped Locke from continuing, "Okay, I'll talk about this later. You carry him to a spacious place first, and I'll take a look."

"It's too late, his life is exhausted..." Locke fell into extreme grief, almost speechless, "I tried my best, but it's still too late... Is there any place to save him now..."

The man did not flick his tears easily, Locke's eyes were filled with mist of pain, and the expression on his face was extremely sad and desperate.

Dalbe frowned, and pulled away Locke's arm that was encircling Charma, only to see that Chama, who had been covered by Locke's arm before, was thin and pale, with traces of dead gray.

This kind of Charma has never been seen by Dalbe. In these years of getting along, Chama has always been so mighty and majestic.

No matter how fierce the battle was, no matter how injured he was, Chama would always talk and laugh happily with a rosy face.

And now Chama is like a patient who is about to die. His face is haggard, and he is struggling to breathe, as if he will die suddenly in the next second.

"What's wrong with him? What's going on here?" Dalbe asked anxiously, "What have you guys experienced in the past year?"

Facing Dalbe's inquiry, Locke didn't respond, but put his arms around Chama stubbornly, "Don't make noise, let him have a good rest."

"Take a break!" Dalbe's tantrum came up, and he pushed Locke's arm away forcefully, "Go away, let me see what kind of injury he has suffered!"

Locke's arm was stubbornly protecting Chama, but was forcefully pushed away by Dalbe, "Bastard! Open it for me, let me see his wound!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dalbe saw Chama who was covered in scars clearly.

There was a hole the size of a finger under his heart, and bright red blood was flowing out of that hole, gurgling non-stop.

But the area around the wound had already turned white, and the edge was still wrapped in layers of blackness.

"Shit!" Dalbe's handsome face was terribly gloomy, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "He's clearly been poisoned!"

Locke nodded with a pale face, "Yes, Yong'er's ring was originally stabbed at me. She said that it was coated with poison that would see blood and seal her throat."

"Yong'er?" Dalbe was confused, "Who is Yong'er? Tell me what's going on!"

Locke shook his head weakly, and didn't intend to bring up that woman Yong'er at all. His complexion was not much prettier than Chama's, and it was also covered in a layer of decadent ashes.

"I really am!" Dalbe clenched his fists angrily, wishing he could give Locke a hard punch!

The two of them clearly encountered a difficult situation, otherwise his proud right-hand man would not have ended up in such a miserable situation!

But as soon as Dalbe raised his hand, Ping Shun stopped him in time.

Pingshun Mingyan grabbed Dalbe's arm, and then asked Locke, "Master, what happened to you? Master Chama, he was injured so badly, you must seek medical treatment as soon as possible!"

One word awakened the dreamer, and a look of hope appeared on Locke's face, which was full of despair, and begged to look at Dalbe, "King, please save him, you must have a way, right?"

Dalbe frowned and remained silent. To be honest, facing Chama in such a situation, he had no confidence at all.

Not to mention him, even Da Luo Jinxian probably wouldn't be able to treat Chama, who was obviously lifeless.

Boundless silence spread in the cabin, and the last hope on Locke's face was shattered, replaced by a bitter smile, "So, no one can do anything, right?"

Dalbe looked aside, unable to bear to look at Locke's heartbroken eyes again.

Instead, Ping Shun approached Locke, stretched out his hand to grab Locke's trembling helpless hand, "Master, let me try."

As he spoke, he took out his close-fitting amethyst from his arms.

It was brought out by Dalbe and Lu Hui'er from the cave on Goddess Peak. Although it is only a palm-sized heart-shaped stone, it has incomparably mysterious effects.

Over the years, thanks to the magical effect of amethyst, Ping Shun's already special physique has improved rapidly, and he is usually invulnerable to all poisons.

Locke knew the efficacy of amethyst, and when he saw Ping Shun taking it out, his eyes lit up, and he pinned all his expectations on it.

Ping Shun didn't dare to hesitate, and put the amethyst flat on his palm, and with the light reflected from the sun, it shone on Chama's wound.

Those rays of light showed a faint purple, covering the piercing wound below Chama's heart.

Ping Shun and Locke held their breath, expecting a miracle.

Strange to say, under the shroud of lavender light, the blood bubbling from the whitish and black wound stopped strangely.

The glimmer of hope in Locke's eyes was overwhelming, and he was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.

If you can stop the blood gushing out of Chama's body, it proves that there is hope for a cure!

Ping Shun and Dalbe looked at each other, the corners of their mouths curled up in joy, it seemed that the method was right!

However, this joy did not last long. After a few seconds, the black wound quietly faded, and then became dark purple again.

Even the blood that stopped flowing just now is gurgling again...

"Slap!"

The amethyst in Ping Shun's hand seemed to be shaken by something, it rolled from his palm, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Dalbe's expression was startled imperceptibly, what kind of poison is this, even amethyst can't control it!

Damn it!

The hope in Locke's eyes froze, and he looked down at the heart-shaped amethyst that had rolled into the corner, and said in a very sad tone, "It seems that there is no hope, very good, it doesn't matter. If he dies like this, I will accompany him Let's stay with him, lest he be too lonely on the road to Huangquan."

"Master!"

"Lock!"

Locke's self-defeating words made Pingshun and Dalbe exclaim, for fear that he would do something stupid.

"Damn! How could you have such an idea!" Dalbe squatted down and held Locke's hand, "You can't do this! No matter what happens to Chama, I believe he wants you to live and live with his memory , live for him!"

"Yes, Master, don't be so extreme, we can try again."

Ping Shun nodded, then bent down to pick up the amethyst, ready to try again, "Let's try again, the bleeding was obviously stopped just now."

"No need, it has proven its effectiveness just now." Locke shook his head weakly, and looked down at Chama, who was suffocating in his arms, "How can I live without you? If you want to go, take it with you." Me, let's go to Huangquan together, okay?"

Chama collapsed and leaned against Locke's arms, instinctively wanting to stop Locke's extreme thoughts.