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Xia Guang turned to look at him.

This was a young man who was once full of vigor and ambition.

Now his complexion is sallow, his eyes are sunken, his lips are chapped, and he has lost a lot of weight.

I'm suffering...

Xia Guang nodded and started the car:

"Most likely! Otherwise, Liu Bo wouldn't have gone to so much trouble. But what surprises me is, just who is this kid that Liu Bo is protecting him so much?"

Xia Yu thought for a moment:

"I've investigated, and he's definitely just a wild one. The only strange thing is that he's been in Jiangzhou for five or six years, always acting like an ordinary person. Why would he suddenly expose himself like this? It doesn't make sense."

"Wild..."

Xia Guang frowned, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and stepped on the gas.

The car sped away.

They left the base quickly.

Along the way, Xia Yu seemed to have regained some of his energy.

He then muttered to himself about information concerning Lin Xuan:

"No lineage of teachers or mentors can be found."

"The files are also very clean."

"The last time I met him, he was also at the second level."

......

Xia Guang listened for a long time, his brows slowly furrowing:

"It can't be a wild ancient martial arts practitioner."

Why?

"The spell cast on you is definitely not simple..."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Xia Guang slammed on the brakes.

stab-

The tires screeched as they scraped across the road, and the car jerked violently.

Xia Yu lunged forward.

He forgot to fasten his seatbelt.

His head hit the dashboard directly, the pain was so intense that he saw stars and almost killed him instantly.

Coincidentally.

The spot where he bumped his head was the same spot on his forehead that he had bumped his head in the recovery room earlier.

The pain intensified!

"Uncle Guang, what's wrong?!"

Xia Yu rubbed his head, wincing in pain.

Xia Guang suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open, his pupils contracting:

"Are you sure he's... wild?"

"Is it... possible?"

Looking at Uncle Guang's ghostly expression, Xia Yu was somewhat puzzled.

He rubbed his forehead:

"I checked several times, and there is indeed no record of a lineage."

Xia Guang took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice:

"There are two possibilities now. One, this kid has a very deep background, so deep that you can't find out about his past, and Liu Bo knows about it, which is why he stepped in to protect him! This is the most likely possibility!"

"Really?"

Xia Yu shook his head.

Recalling their previous encounters.

"I sparred with him casually before, and it was certainly interesting, but he was only a second-tier player at the time and was seriously injured. He was clearly a newbie! Besides, he hasn't left Jiangzhou in all these years, and Jiangzhou isn't anything special..."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Guang almost jumped out of his seat.

"Uncle Guang, why are you reacting so strongly? Is there a problem?"

Xia Yu was startled and instinctively shrank back.

"Are you... sure he's never even left Jiangzhou?"

"At least not in recent years! I've checked very clearly; his spending records, travel records, and work records are all within Jiangzhou."

Xia Yu spoke with certainty.

"Then this matter... could be quite serious..."

Xia Guang felt his chest pounding.

He had never felt this tension, not even when he was defeated by Liu Bo earlier.

Seeing Uncle Guang's strange behavior, Xia Yu scratched his head, feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Uncle Guang, stop keeping me in suspense! What happened? I'm getting so anxious!" Xia Yu asked anxiously.

Xia Guang looked around; it was deserted.

He lowered his voice:

"If he really is just a wild one, and someone who only recently became one! That means he doesn't need the guidance of powerful forces to master Qi!"

"What's the big deal? It's rare, but it's not unheard of!"

Xia Yu shook his head, not feeling that anything was wrong.

Although there are few independent cultivators.

But the ancient martial arts world discovers a few every year, so there's nothing to be surprised about.

"Mastering Qi is really nothing special. Every year, people from the Eight Meridians come out of the mountains to search for such talents and bring them back for training."

Xia Guang's voice grew deeper and deeper.

"But... to be able to cast spells without any guidance! I've never heard of that before!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, leaving him completely stunned.

"Guang... Uncle Guang... you mean... this kid?"

Xia Yu stammered as she spoke.

Xia Guang shook his head, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly:

"It's highly likely our intelligence is inaccurate! But even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we still need to inform our family!"

His voice turned cold and hard:

"Heretical practices are absolutely impossible and must not exist!"

"Um!"

Xia Yu nodded heavily.

He naturally knew what this... really meant.

If Uncle Guang's guess is true, then the world may be about to change drastically!

"Let's go home first!"

Xia Guang calmed himself down and prepared to drive away from Jiangzhou.

He stepped on the gas, and the car lurched forward a few meters.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Suddenly, they heard a few soft sounds above their heads.

It sounded like someone was knocking on a door.

It was slow and gentle.

Yet it was so clear, as if I were right next to it.

Even though it was broad daylight.

But in this desolate suburb, this sound suddenly came from above.

The uncle and nephew from the Xia family still felt a chill.

Xia Yu stiffly turned her head to look at Xia Guang beside her:

"Uncle...up there?"

"Don't move, I'm going..."

Xia Guang frowned, and was about to get out of the car to check when he was only halfway through his sentence.

But the next second, he felt a chill on his neck.

It felt like something had brushed past.

It was very light and fast, like the wind.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he didn't know when, but his face was pressed against the steering wheel.

and many more!

steering wheel?

His gaze began to tilt, and the world seemed to spin.

He saw the roof of the car, his own shoulders, and Xia Yu's suddenly dilated pupils beside him.

No, that's not right...

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

Xia Yu, standing to the side, was completely blank when he saw the scene of them splitting up.

Time seemed to stand still.

He sat there, watching as Uncle Guang's body remained seated, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, but his head was no longer in its original position.

This…

What's wrong?

He didn't realize what was happening until blood sprayed onto his face.

Warm, viscous blood splattered all over his face and body, trickling down his cheeks.

He wanted to scream, wanted to escape, wanted to open the car door and jump out.

But in that instant, my body suddenly wouldn't obey my commands!

It wasn't due to any magic.

It was extreme fear!

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat tightly, rendering him unable to utter a sound.

I can't move!

I can't even blink!

"Tsk tsk, filthy blood, it smells awful."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, languid and alluring.

His tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Little brother, does your blood taste good?"