The Legendary Man novel Chapter 881

The Legendary Man Chapter 881-Jonathan decided that if the Remdik Emperor were still alive as he had thought, it would be the right choice to return to his home country immediately and flee with his friends and family.

However, just as he was ready to part ways with Ksana, her voice rang out again.

“The Remdik Emperor isn’t alive, but his body is in their hands. The vial of Holy Blood you’re holding is the diluent extracted from the Remdik Emperor’s purified blood. It can make the cultivators’ spiritual energy unusually active. If consumed on a short-term basis, it works similarly to the mortal world’s stimulant, having the same effects as the drugs used to boost one’s potential in the cultivator world.”

“Then what if it’s consumed on a long-term basis?” Jonathan doubtfully questioned as the thought of how he had wanted to gulp the liquid medicine crossed his mind.

Ksana took a bite of the ham she was holding onto. After a long while of rumination, she threw it aside, crossed her arms to grab the hem of her top, and pulled it upward to remove it.

In the cave, Jonathan, sitting near the fire, stared dazedly at her fair chest.

Ksana was only wearing a brassiere at that very moment. Yet, what attracted his attention was not her bosom but the black lines at the center of her chest that appeared and disappeared following her breathing.

With her head lowered and eyes fixed on her chest, Ksana sighed and revealed, “This is the side effect of consuming Holy Blood for a long-term period.”

“Have you seen enough?” she then asked.

“No.” Jonathan got up, walked over, and crouched in front of her. “Let me touch it.”

Verily, his eyes were clear, and his gaze never roamed elsewhere. As he extended his right index finger and lightly touched the black line on her chest, a threadlike surge of life force penetrated her skin, and one of the intermittently visible black lines gradually faded.

Before Jonathan and Ksana could rejoice over it, that gradually fading black vein spread aggressively toward her neck.

“What’s this?” Ksana exclaimed in fear.

Seizing hold of her neck, Jonathan whipped out a dagger and pierced it straight into her flesh.

As he used spiritual energy to seal the blood vessel above the cut, black blood spurted out from Ksana’s wound and splashed right onto the rocks beside her.

That black blood had impressive agility, persistently spreading across the rocks as if it had tentacles. However, because it had left Ksana’s body, it eventually lost its sustenance and turned into a pool of black, gooey mess.

“Can’t you force all of it out?” Jonathan asked while eyeing the tainted blood with a frown.

Ksana forcefully pried open his arm, then promptly picked up the vodka and poured it on her wound.

“Using our words, we’ll say that this kind of blood has permeated my heart and lungs. But you Chanaeans will call this invasion of the circulatory system. Simply put, I won’t live for long,” she explained.

Ksana put on her top and continued munching on the ham.

“So, I’m not afraid of anything,” she added afterward.

Tears had brimmed in her eyes by the time she met Jonathan’s gaze again.

“That vial of Holy Blood you have can only let me live for a month longer. I still have two more vials; they are my last lifeline,” Ksana stated.

With a wave of her arm, she placed the remaining two vials of Holy Blood in front of Jonathan and continued, “I’ve seen many breathtaking sceneries online previously. I know there’s not only white snow and cold oceans in this world. There are also clear blue seas and vast, boundless meadows. I thought I would be able to make use of my last three months to go and take a look at these places, but I didn’t expect that they would find me so quickly. If you want, I can give you all three vials. If I must keep fleeing for my life, there’s no difference between living for another three months or only one more day.”

At the sight of the two vials of Holy Blood in front of him, Jonathan took out his and put it together.