The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 97 - Golden pools of blood

On the other hand, Xing Yu ran.

He didn’t know where to search, but he knew the lost prince was close.

He could feel it ........ a deep pull in his gut.

The piercing pain he’d felt minutes ago had dulled, but it still lingered.

He jumped into his car, hands trembling slightly as he gripped the wheel. The skies above were tainted with alien ships drifting like parasites, but he had no time to waste thinking of those vermin.

Not now.

His mate — his person — was hurt. Somewhere. All alone.

Xing Yu drove like a madman, every turn sharper than the last, tires skidding across the concrete, heart pounding like war drums.

His eyes flicked desperately across roads and buildings until a curve in the highway opened to a familiar path. A road lined with wilted trees and old streetlamps.

The road to the Wang mansion.

He did not know why bit something was telling him to go that way...

His chest squeezed painfully.

"where are you my prince...." He mumbled anxiously as he drove in. but then something caught his eye that made his heart thud loudly in his ears.

A familiar black car flipped at the side of the road

The same luxury model that Jian used.

His breath caught. A hand flew to his chest.

He slammed the brakes, not even waiting for the car to stop completely before he flung the door open and ran.

"Jian!!" he yelled, stumbling down the small slope. "Jian, are you here?!"

The silence that greeted him felt cruel.

He reached the car, his knees hitting the dirt hard as he slid to the driver’s side.

The driver — a man Xing Yu didn’t recognize — was slumped against the seat, lifeless. Eyes still half closed, blood dried along his temple.

Xing Yu’s jaw tightened. freēnovelkiss.com

He pushed forward, crawling toward the back seat, panic surging in his throat.

The back seat was empty...

No...where is he....

Then his eyes caught something. A pool of dried liquid along the crushed grass. Not red.

Golden.

His breath hitched.

The puddles shimmered faintly, hardened now, but still glowing.

Tiny golden nuggets were scattered like broken gems.

Xing Yu reached out with trembling fingers, scooping one up.

The moment it touched his skin, the stone gem he wore — the one given to him at birth to track his destined bond — began to glow brightly against his chest, hot and urgent.

The realization struck him like lightning.

"Jian..." he whispered, eyes wide, heart lurching into his throat. "It was you... It was you all along..."

His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, clutching the golden nugget tightly in his fist.

He scrambled out of the wreckage, eyes wild. "JIAN!!" he screamed into the air. "JIAN!! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Xing Yu’s frantic eyes scanned the wreckage, chest heaving, heart a violent drumbeat in his ribs.

The golden blood hadn’t just pooled at the car — it trailed off, glistening in faint, broken streaks across the asphalt, leading across the road... into the dense, thorn-ridden bushes.

His breath hitched. "Jian..."

He bolted forward, branches clawing at his arms as he shoved through the undergrowth. "I’m here! Jian, I’m here!" he cried, voice already cracking.

But then — he stopped dead in his tracks.

The words died in his throat.

There, cloaked under the veil of forest shadows, was a massive grey alien ship. Its hatch yawned open like a gaping mouth, ominous and waiting.

The golden trail of blood led directly to it... but now, the droplets weren’t droplets anymore.

They were pools.

"No..." Xing Yu whispered, a quiet, agonized denial.

He sprinted forward, nearly slipping as his shoes skidded across thick, black goop — alien blood, still warm. The ship’s interior reeked of death. Gasping, he gripped the wall for support and pushed himself forward.

What he saw next sent a cold shiver all the way down to his soul.

Twelve alien beasts, grotesque and powerful, now nothing more than butchered corpses.

Their flesh was torn open — some sliced clean through, others ripped apart like wet paper.

Blood oozed from their wounds, mixing with streaks of gold on the floor, seeping into the cracks.

"God..." he staggered past them, hand covering his mouth.

The golden trail continued, winding like a thread of pain until it reached a door — wide open.

The testing room.

He stepped in... and the world went still.

A cold metal table stood at the center, its surface wet and smeared with blood. Not black. Not red.

Gold.

Next to it was a small patch of skin — red and raw, like something had been ripped away. Flesh. Burned. Human.

"No..." Xing Yu fell to his knees. "No, no, no... Jian..."

He reached out and touched the golden blood, still warm on his fingers. It glowed faintly — his fingers trembling as he lifted it to his lips, almost instinctively.

He was here.

"He can’t have died... He can’t..." Xing Yu whispered, voice breaking. "He’s strong. He must’ve fought them off... he must’ve..."

He forced himself up, wiping tears with the back of his sleeve. His eyes scanned every inch of the room.

He... He escaped. He must’ve escaped.

Xing yu ran.

Out the door. Down the hall.

He didn’t notice it at first, but the trail of golden blood — faint but there — now led back the way he had come.

Jian was alive. He was hurt. Badly. But he had walked away after defeating them.

Xing Yu’s hands shook as he pulled out his communicator and called Dincan.

The moment the call connected, Xing Yu’s words poured out like water. "He’s alive. Jian is alive. But he’s injured. Badly. They might have already tracked him...I need help. Duncan, I need help now. When do you get here?!"

"Whoa—whoa, Xing, calm down," Dincan’s voice crackled. "I can’t understand you—what do you mean? Who’s after him?"

Xing Yu clenched his eyes shut, taking in one shaky breath. Then another.

"The Greylings!!" he whispered, his voice raw. "They know. They know about him now. And they’ll hunt him down... if we don’t find him first."