Chapter 150 Bloodstains (4)
Yun Meng seemed to have calmed down after taking a long breath. She said: "Conditions?"
Yunmeng knew that Wang Ye was a smart man, and because he was thinking about Guisha in his heart, he no longer wasted time. She knew that Wang Ye must have some plan, but she didn't know what it was.
Wang Ye smiled and said: "Since the lady is so direct, I won't waste my breath. Who is the one who is restraining you?"
Hearing this, Yun Meng smiled with sarcasm and contempt as if she had expected it. She said with her thin lips: "I thought you would ask about the whereabouts of the princess."
Wang Ye smiled but did not speak. After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "What you told me may not be true. Maybe I can see her as you said, but you cannot guarantee that I will see her alive."
After hearing this, Yun Meng was silent for a long time. She knew that Wang Ye was an unfathomable and very smart person. He should have figured out problems of this level long ago. But what surprised Yun Meng was that according to her intuition, Wang Ye should have different feelings for Yin Yin, which did not need to be stated. But if you really compare them, Wang Ye is the type who sacrifices his small self for the greater good, and he is a person who pays attention to the overall situation. After all, she can't see through him.
Thinking of this, Yun Meng smiled and said: "Since you don't believe me, why do you still ask me? Or do you think I will tell the truth this time?"
"If you are willing to bet his life." Wang Ye shrugged and smiled, answering calmly.
The curve of Yun Meng's lips froze at these words. She didn't know how much Wang Ye knew, but she certainly wouldn't and could not use Guisha's comfort to make this bet.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yun Meng still asked: "What's in it for me?"
From the tone of his voice, he didn't want to compromise so easily? Being eager to find the ghost was one thing, but not compromising was another?
"I can give you his antidote."
"you!!!!!"
This time Yun Meng almost attacked Wang Ye. She was not stupid, so she understood the meaning of Wang Ye's words. However, thinking from another angle, she knew very well what she had done to Guisha, and it was natural that such a result would occur. But this did not mean that she wanted Guisha to take the risk.
"What do you think? To use your previous words, if we find him later, I can't guarantee what will happen." Wang Ye said.
In fact, the words here already implied a certain threat and impatience. Whether intentional or unintentional, Yunmeng was impatient.
Even though the time seemed very urgent and it was related to the ghost, Yun Meng did not lose all her composure. She just suppressed the rising emotions in her heart and said: "Why is King Zhao okay? Are you so relieved to leave him?"
Yun Meng knew that Wang Ye would leave an antidote or something, but at the same time, she also knew that Wang Ye's medical skills should not be underestimated. If he really cared about the overall situation, why would he leave at this time? Because she knew that if she didn't use the same poison as Zhao Ziheng, it would be impossible to restore the strength of the ghost demon, even if it was only for a short time. Moreover, Zhao Ziheng's condition was much more serious than that of the ghost demon. She didn't believe that Wang Ye would be so relieved, or was he really that confident?
"He'll be fine."
This was the answer Yun Meng heard from Wang Ye. She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. For a moment, she had an illusion that nothing could be difficult for the person in front of her. His intelligence, ability, sharpness, and even self-confidence... She seemed completely vulnerable in front of him. This feeling made her think again of Feng Qinghan, the person she hated to the core.
However, Yunmeng didn't know that Wang Ye was not absolutely sure of what he said. Would Zhao Ziheng really be okay? He was not sure, but there was one thing he was sure of. As long as Yinyin was not rescued, the man would not fall down. Even if he was wounded and fell to the ground, he would crawl to carry out his belief to the end. He was such a person, Wang Ye had to think so. Generally speaking, Zhao Ziheng 's situation could be said to be hopeless, but this hopelessness created his indestructible and special faith. How many people in the world could do this? Wang Ye didn't know, but Wang Ye knew that the person who could be loved like this must be the happiest in the world, and this great honor belonged to only one person, and only she was qualified.
When Yun Meng said the name of the restrainer, Wang Ye was a little bit unbelievable, but he did not show it, and still had a calm expression and a smile on his face.
"Can you tell me why it was her?" Wang Ye asked.
"You should check it yourself."
Yunmeng's tone was filled with disgust, but Wang Ye knew that it was not directed at him. It was not entirely disgust, because Wang Ye felt a certain hatred hidden in Yunmeng's tone, a hatred that seemed to tear people apart. In short, it was to kill them as soon as possible. An idea flashed through Wang Ye's mind, and he was stunned. His focus shrank slightly. He obviously couldn't believe his own idea, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Could it be..."
If this so-called "is it possible" was said by someone else, Yun Meng might be disdainful, but she could hear it from Wang Ye's mouth, so she smiled and said: "If it is you, the answer must be correct. I have already told you what you want to know. Hand over the antidote."
The last sentence changed the subject, and the tone was full of hatred and resentment. If the situation allowed, Yun Meng might really attack Wang Ye.
Wang Ye didn't say anything else. He glanced at the expressionless and emotionless figure standing behind Yun Meng, who could be said to be a real puppet to some extent. Then he took something out of his arms and threw it to Yun Meng. Yun Meng took the thing and held it tightly in his hand without even looking at it. He looked at Wang Ye fiercely and left without hesitation. After all, nothing was more important than finding the ghost.
