After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 321: Opening the Floodgates and Letting Blood Out

After hearing this, Morax fell into silence.

In some cases, you don't need to say anything; silence alone can express your position or attitude.

The same is true for Morax now. His silence now is very telling.

Yuan Zhuoyue didn't care much about it. She turned her wrist and used the spell taught by Morax to hold the crab lantern in her hand.

Then she stepped forward, one step closer to Morax who was crossing the long street where the lights were just coming on and standing in front of her.

This distance was already very close, and with the height difference between the two, Yuan Zhuoyue could only raise his head and look at Morax, who seemed unable to explain his emotions at the moment.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue raised his hand towards Morax, sending out a friendly signal and providing a bridge of willingness to communicate.

Upon seeing this, Morax's expression changed slightly for a moment, but Yuan Zhuoyue still couldn't tell what kind of thoughts were hidden beneath his calm expression.

Yuan Zhuoyue didn't care about these things now, and just said to Morax: "... You probably don't want to know whether I trust you or not. You just want my attitude, to know whether my position is the same as yours at this critical moment, right?"

Morax nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Yuan Zhuoyue smiled slightly: "Just good? I have already shown my attitude."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards Morax a little further: "Do you think I'm just holding it up like this for show?"

But Morax remained silent, and after a long while he finally took action. First he raised his hand and gently placed it on Yuan Zhuoyue's palm, and then he held it in his palm.

Before Morax could speak, Yuan Zhuoyue spoke before him: "I don't know what your plan is, but from my experience with you over the past few days, I can sense that I should be a key part of it."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me the truth now. After all, you have made a promise to me before. I believe that as the God of 'Contract', you will not break your promise..." As she said these words, her eyes gradually moved from their clasped hands to Morax's face.

There was still no obvious expression on his face at this time, calm and expressionless. Yuan Zhuoyue could also vaguely feel that under Morax's calm appearance, he was in a state of alert.

Morax is now like a bow with a taut string, ready to be released, as if he can easily destroy all obstacles in his way.

Yuan Zhuoyue didn't know whether he would become that obstacle, but at this moment, he analyzed his thoughts in a more tactful way.

This allowed the little trust between her and Morax to continue to remain in a relatively stable state.

Then, Yuan Zhuoyue made a solemn promise: "I don't know what position I am in the chess game you set up. But I can vaguely guess that it is closely connected to me and my world... So, when you need my help, I will definitely do my best, even if you don't tell me why."

Yuan Zhuoyue knew what Morax was fighting against. In fact, he had never hidden his purpose, which was to disperse and eliminate the negative energy that they called "filth".

She has also witnessed firsthand the negative impact these forces can have on people.

So even if it is not for the world she lives in, but just for the sake of her close friends and family, Yuan Zhuoyue will be willing to help Morax and achieve the result he wants.

During the days when she was separated from Morax, Yuan Zhuoyue had already prepared herself mentally, waiting for Morax to come to her and lead her to the next journey.

But the fact is that Yuan Zhuoyue was not prepared enough, and Morax's next move was revealed.

That was completely beyond Yuan Zhuoyue's expectations.

When she and Morax returned home, Yuan Zhuoyue sorted out the many things she had bought.

She returned to the living room again, waiting for Morax to give her some tasks or instructions so that she could better cooperate with his actions.

Morax, who was sitting on the sofa, stretched out his hand to her. Yuan Zhuoyue did not hesitate to walk forward and put his hand on him.

Then he sat down next to Morax and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Morax did not answer directly, but first put on a serious look, and then solemnly warned: "... Next, no matter what happens, I hope you will not resist."

Yuan Zhuoyue gladly accepted this precaution and nodded, "Okay."

After she agreed, Yuan Zhuoyue saw Morax and took off his gloves.

Then he grasped her left wrist with his hand that was as hard as gold, stone and chalcedony, and with a little force, dragged her hand in front of him.

Yuan Zhuoyue really didn't understand what Morax was going to do now, but thinking of Morax's repeated instructions before, she still didn't move, and also didn't have any questions.

Allow Morax to manipulate and control you.

But what happened next was completely beyond Yuan Zhuoyue's expectations. He saw that Morax's knuckles were clearly slender and strong, and their knuckles were as gorgeous as gems.

It slowly landed on her pale and thin wrist, where her pulse was beating, and then Morax's fingertips climbed up from the wrist along the blood vessels to her forearm at an even and extremely fast speed.

Before Yuan Zhuoyue could react, the bright red liquid spurted out directly from her wrist.

Yuan Zhuoyue: “!!?”

She was startled by the sudden scene.

The skin on the arm that had been touched by Morax's fingertips was left with a deep groove starting from the wrist.

Such a wound could only be left by an extremely sharp blade, leaving a smooth and even mark.

Until this moment, Yuan Zhuoyue looked at the wound on his wrist and the blood gushing out of the wound like a small fountain.

Only later did I feel the pain.

After the torture brought to her by the power of [filth], Yuan Zhuoyue now has a higher threshold for endurance of pain. Now the degree of pain and slight blood loss cannot affect her activities.

Yuan Zhuoyue's many years of experience in emergency and trauma work made him subconsciously want to treat his own wounds.

He wanted to lift the injured limb and stop the blood that was constantly gushing out.

But Morax was holding her left wrist, and the shackles he imposed made Yuan Zhuoyue unable to move at all.

This performance, coupled with Morax's previous words, made Yuan Zhuoyue realize that she had to sacrifice this blood.

Yuan Zhuoyue turned his head slightly and looked at Morax beside him, but saw that there was a lot of blood on the side of his face, which seemed to be because he did not make any defense.

The deep red liquid was flowing slowly down his face, gathering at his jaw, and finally falling drop by drop, disappearing between the folds of his clothes.