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Lin Xuan was startled.

He sprang out of bed in an instant, ready for battle.

The thought that someone had been hiding in his dantian filled him with dread and fear.

This is simply unbelievable!

The red light disappeared, and Lin Xuan was about to speak when he froze.

There was indeed a person in front of me.

But he was lying on the ground.

His gray-black robe was spread open, revealing a emaciated body; he looked like a dried-up corpse.

And this person left a deep impression on him!

It's that mysterious old man from the An family!

That black-robed man who almost killed him!

That night at the An family's old house, it was he who cut open An Lan's wrist to suck her blood, and it was he who dragged himself into the secret room to refine himself.

Why is he here?

Lin Xuan suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly stepped forward.

He gently touched the old man's body with his foot.

Nothing happened.

He squatted down again and reached out to check his breath.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already stopped breathing!

The body was cold and stiff; it was unclear how long the person had been dead.

Only a small hole in the chest was very noticeable.

Lin Xuan finally learned what had happened that night!

It's a flying sword!

He struck at the crucial moment, killed the man, and saved himself!

No wonder Wang Dali said that when he went into the dark room...

The person has disappeared.

Having figured all this out, Lin Xuan reached out and touched the flying sword.

"Thanks to you..."

As if in response to Lin Xuan, the small sword trembled slightly and emitted a crisp buzzing sound.

It's like she's being coquettish.

It's like they're trying to take credit.

The red light flickered on and off.

After reflecting for a while...

Lin Xuan lowered himself again and began to examine the old man under the black robe.

He lifted a corner of the black robe with his fingers, and what he saw shocked him.

Is this old man even human?!

Beneath his dry skin lay nothing but a skeleton.

All that's left are tiny bumps and dents, resembling tiny worms.

The worms huddled together densely, forming tiny bumps under the skin.

The entire corpse looked like a sac filled with insects.

Suppressing his intense discomfort, Lin Xuan began searching his body.

His black robe pockets were bulging, and he took things out one by one.

Finally, three things were discovered:

Two stones, a small box, and an ancient book.

Lin Xuan squeezed the stone, and a surge of joy filled his heart.

This familiar feeling is just like the stone Tong Yuan gave me back then!

That warm, energetic touch came from my fingertips.

The stone's surface was smooth, with a faint shimmering light, and it contained abundant true essence.

Moreover, these two pieces are clearly more refined!

Setting the stone aside, Lin Xuan picked up the second item.

Ancient books.

This booklet is very thin, with a yellowed and brittle cover and worn edges.

There is only one large character on it:

蛊！

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful.

Lin Xuan flipped through a few pages, which contained various techniques and annotations for raising Gu (poisonous insects).

What kind of Golden Silkworm Gu, Heart-Eating Gu, Five Poison Gu...?

Each one has detailed cultivation methods.

There were also dense annotations, written in messy handwriting, as if they were just casually scribbled down.

But Lin Xuan lost interest after watching for a while.

He always felt that this thing was a bit disgusting.

Keeping a few small pets is fine!

However, most of the Gu in ancient books are raised by oneself.

He implanted the Gu worms into his own body, nourished them with his essence and blood, using his body as a furnace and his life as a catalyst.

This thing is too eerie; he can't accept it.

Moreover, the appearance of those Gu worms is enough to make one's scalp tingle just by looking at the pictures.

Imagine these things moving around inside your body.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as I was about to close the ancient book, a page fell from it.

Lin Xuan picked it up; a few short sentences were written on it:

Senior brother, I'll be done soon!

I have a feeling that I will take a different path!

Once the Yin God Gu is formed, we won't need to be trapped there anymore!

These few words made Lin Xuan frown.

A Different Path

Yin Shen Gu

Stranded there?

What does all this mean?

road.

Why is it a road again?!

He looked at it several times. He recognized each word, but he couldn't understand it at all when they were put together.

The only one with some ideas.

It is the Yin Shen Gu.

For some reason, it was something he thought of subconsciously.

That's An Lan.

After thinking for a while, Lin Xuan frowned.

He also has a... senior brother!

This is the most troublesome part!

This old man was already difficult enough; he almost killed me.

His senior brother will only get stronger.

Moreover, judging from the contents of the letter, this senior brother seems to be trapped somewhere.

Hopefully it will be released later!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan banished his inner turmoil from his mind.

It finally picked up the small box.

It is a simple, small square box, about the size of a palm, and entirely black.

It's impossible to tell what material it is made of.

It is engraved with fine lines, like some kind of runes or array.

Holding it in his hand, a chilling sensation seeped into his bones, making his hand tremble.

This isn't just a simple feeling of coolness; it's more like... yin energy!

Lin Xuan composed himself and opened the small box.

He looked inside and was stunned.

Inside, there was something that looked like ice.

Pale blue, semi-transparent, exuding a slight chill.

The cold air emanated from the box, condensing into white mist in the air, like dry ice.

And among them, there was a small insect!

This little bug is about the size of a thumb and is light black in color.

Its body is slender and segmented, and it has a pair of tiny wings, as thin as cicada wings.

Curled up in the pale blue ice, motionless, like a specimen in amber.

But upon closer inspection...

Its body seemed to be glowing faintly, and something was flowing within it.

"What is this thing?"

Lin Xuan muttered to himself, his curiosity taking over.

He wanted to reach out and take it to see what it was.

My finger had just slipped into the box when it touched the edge of the pale blue solid.

An extreme chill began to creep wildly upwards from my fingers!

It's not cold!

It was a chilling cold that penetrated deep into the bones.

It felt like something was crawling along my veins, from my fingertips to my wrist, up my arm, all the way to my heart.

This is no longer just physical cold.

It's something more fundamental, like something that can freeze the soul.

Lin Xuan quickly retrieved his hand and simultaneously circulated his internal energy frantically.

The vital energy surged through the meridians like a scalding river, inch by inch forcing back the chilling cold.

A while later.

He slowly dispelled the bone-chilling cold, and before he knew it, a layer of cold sweat had appeared on his forehead.

Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to be something I can move right now!

That was too dangerous; just a slight touch almost caused an accident.

After confirming that the person had nothing else, Lin Xuan tidied up the items on the ground and prepared to find a place to put them away.

correct!

His heart stirred.

The flying sword circled him twice, its blade trembling slightly.

Then, with a flash of red light, the stones, ancient books, boxes, and even the figure on the ground all disappeared.

It looked as if it had been swallowed up by the red light.

"So, you're also a warehouse!"

Lin Xuan was overjoyed.

This flying sword can not only protect you, but also store items?

This is so convenient!

dong dong!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Lin Xuan, are you awake?"