"Astrologer, wake up, it will be fine in a while." Ao Song gently persuaded, his voice almost in tears.
Bai Ruozhu and Jiang Yichun were scouting ahead. Upon hearing the commotion, they quickly turned back and saw the Astrologer biting Ao Song's hand, with red oozing from the corner of his lips.
He looked like a tantrum-throwing child, biting an adult's hand without understanding, yet not fiercely like a beast; he seemed to enjoy the sensation, his expression somewhat enchanted.
Yet even so, Ao Song must be in pain, right? Besides, he was not just biting but drinking human blood!
Bai Ruozhu darted over in one swift step, grabbing the Astrologer's collar and pulling him away.
"Sister Ruozhu, don't knock him out!" Ao Song hurriedly said, "My father said the effect is temporary; he needs a magic technique to completely halt demonization. If we miss the chance, it will be hard to find out which treasure helps him."
