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Jin Ziyuan, who laughed like a madman, surprised the coachman who was driving the carriage. Just as the coachman was about to say something, Jin Ziyuan spoke first.

"Do you still have that medicine?"

The coachman was somewhat astonished and blankly picked up the pot used for brewing the medicine.

Jin Ziyuan grabbed it from him and then drank the entire contents of the pot in one gulp.

Rather than going sober, it’s better not to see and not to be troubled.

Sometimes, being a bit confused isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

...

In the ancient tomb, Gu Youyou had already become familiar with the other medicated women.

Because they had taken Gu Youyou’s medicine in Lingnan, the toxins in their bodies had been more or less suppressed. Coupled with newfound hopes for the future, they felt much more spirited.

However, they didn’t expect to still be captured and couldn’t help but feel despair again.

But now, hearing that Gu Youyou was the doctor who had provided them with the medicine, a slow, renewed sense of hope began to ignite within them.

Their emotions fluctuated greatly, causing each of them to appear somewhat mentally unstable.

"Sister Zhuo, do you see something wrong with them? They act silly one moment and normal the next."

Zhuo Qing grunted, "Why do you care so much? As long as they don’t die, it’s fine. Go on, get back to your duties!"

The girls waited until the guards watching them had walked away before daring to speak softly.

"Doctor Gu, do you know what they plan to do with us?"

Gu Youyou had heard that they were to be sacrificed in a blood ritual, but she was unclear about the exact method of sacrifice. It might involve draining their blood in a cruel manner, or perhaps it would only involve taking some of their blood, not fatally.

But she guessed that no matter how much blood was needed, they shouldn’t expect to survive.

Not just them—no one here should expect to survive.

If that defying-heaven method succeeded, Yu Jizi wouldn’t let anyone here live in order to keep this secret.

This tomb might just become their burial site.

But she couldn’t tell them this; as long as it wasn’t the very last step, they shouldn’t abandon hope.

And she wasn’t sure if she might be overheard by those few men; if she dared to say something inappropriate, they would immediately intervene, and then it would be difficult to move around freely in this ancient tomb.

Gu Youyou thought for a moment and then said to them, "I really don’t know that. I heard we were supposed to help with something, you could try asking them."

She pointed at the men in black.

Zhuo Qing’s sinister gaze swept towards Gu Youyou; he was always highly wary of her.

"Don’t play tricks, now that you’re here, no one can save you."

Gu Youyou paused for a moment, snorted towards him, and ignored him.

Zhuo Qing was no gentleman; on their first day here, she had personally witnessed this bastard severely beating a woman who had stirred everyone to escape. She was still lying in the corner moaning.

She glanced at the pitiful woman and held back her venomous words.

Zhuo Qing, reflecting on his past losses under Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing, had no intention of letting Gu Youyou off the hook.

He walked over to Gu Youyou, crouched down, and looked her in the eyes, saying, "Jin Zijin is also a heartless person. Do you think he treated you well? Hah, he only wanted to use you to get at us.

How about it? Now that you’ve been locked up here for so long, where is he? Haha, do you really think he would offend my master for you?"

Gu Youyou replied indifferently, "Don’t get too pleased with yourself; if I can’t survive, you can’t either."