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He raised his hand and pointed, and two figures rushed out from the black mist, controlling Lin Xuan and Wang Dali from the left and right.

It's those two tree slaves!

One of them even had its head almost gone, but that didn't affect its movement.

The two tried to break free, but they were too weak to lift even a finger.

The effects of the Gu poison are becoming increasingly pronounced.

On Lin Xuan's side, the tree slave's hands were like iron clamps, pressing him down tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, and blood flowing down his arm.

The old man walked up to Lin Xuan and looked down at him: "It's time to return the Yin Yuan to me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his withered hand and lightly scratched Lin Xuan's wrist with his nail.

Those fingernails, I don't know what they were, were sharper than blades.

With a gentle touch, the skin split open, and blood gushed out.

The old man bent down, and without using anything else, he simply opened his mouth and brought it close!

Glug... Glug...

The sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard, clear and eerie.

Wang Dali struggled to lift his head, and upon seeing this scene, he was stunned:

"Brother Lin, you're not clean anymore...you've been sucked dry by an old monster..."

Lin Xuan hung his head helplessly, watching the old man greedily suck his blood, his heart filled with bitterness.

He could feel the blood draining from his body rapidly, and his strength gradually dissipating.

But there was nothing they could do.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Wang Dali, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible:

"Brother Wang...it's my fault...you shouldn't have come with me..."

Wang Dali shook his head vigorously:

"What nonsense! This is the life I want! Brother, let's go together. I have no regrets even if I die! I'll be a hero again in eighteen years! It's just a pity... I didn't succeed in my first mission and couldn't help you much. In the next life, let's fight together again!"

Lin Xuan's eyes welled up with tears; he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

The old man was sucking blood faster and faster, and his complexion was visibly fading.

The skin, which was originally dry and wrinkled and clung to the bones like withered tree bark, is now gradually becoming plump.

The skin slowly stretched open as if it were being inflated, the wrinkles were smoothed out, and the sunken cheeks puffed up.

Even more bizarrely, there seemed to be something wriggling under the skin.

One by one, strand by strand.

Like countless tiny insects crawling, from the neck to the cheeks, and then to the forehead, densely packed.

Extremely disgusting.

In no time at all, the old man's face transformed from a withered skull back into that of a normal old man.

Although the skin still has wrinkles, it is no longer the horrifying mummified state it once was.

Rejuvenation?

Lin Xuan was greatly shocked, wondering what kind of magical ability this was.

The old man raised his head, blood from Lin Xuan still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his face full of enjoyment, like a wild beast that had just had a full meal.

But the next second, he seemed to feel a change in his body, and his expression froze.

He stared intently at Lin Xuan, his eyes filled with disbelief, his pupils contracting sharply.

"You...you're not a successor of the Eight Meridians!"

Lin Xuan was taken aback, looking at him weakly, not understanding what he was saying.

The old man released his wrist, took two steps back, as if he had seen something incredible.

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling, and soon his eyes filled with wild joy:

"Impossible... You're not one of the Eight Meridians, how could you... This is impossible!"

He turned his head abruptly and waved his hand.

The tree slave immediately lifted Lin Xuan up and dragged him toward the dark room.

Wang Dali struggled to stop them, but was held down firmly by another puppet slave, unable to move.

He roared, "Brother Lin!"

But they could only watch helplessly as Lin Xuan was dragged into the darkness and disappeared behind the dilapidated door.

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Inside the dark room, the light remained dim.

The tree slave threw Lin Xuan to the ground and then stepped aside.

The old man walked in and sat cross-legged opposite Lin Xuan.

He took several things out of his pocket.

A small bag of dark red powder, several black bones covered with fine runes, and a rusty dagger.

He began to carve on the ground.

The movement was extremely fast; the dagger left deep marks on the floor tiles, sending stone chips flying.

The powder, sprinkled into the gullies, immediately emitted wisps of blue smoke and made a sizzling sound, like something burning.

The marks gradually connected, forming a complex pattern.

It is more complex than the previous formations, resembling some kind of ancient sacrificial totem.

As the old man carved, he excitedly muttered to himself:

"Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me!"

"I actually stumbled upon you! By refining you, I can not only reclaim my Yin essence but also obtain your true nature!"

"You're not a successor of the Eight Meridians! You're actually not a successor of the Eight Meridians! Hahahaha!"

His voice echoed in the enclosed space, like someone going mad.

Lin Xuan lay weakly on the ground, listening to his words, countless questions welling up in his mind.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"You...you know my situation?"

The old man paused, looked up, and eyed him warily.

"you do not know?"

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly. He truly didn't know.

He only knew that his inheritance came from nowhere, but he had no idea what it was or where it came from.

The old man squinted, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan as if examining a rare treasure.

He didn't speak for a long while, his tone full of doubt:

"Boy, don't try to stall for time. You stole my Yin essence and successfully condensed Qi, and you say you didn't know? I'll refine you first!"

After saying that, he stopped talking and focused intently on his drawing.

Lin Xuan lay on the ground, his consciousness growing increasingly blurred.

The true essence within his body had long been exhausted, and his origin had fallen into silence.

My whole body was in so much pain that I lost all feeling.

A dozen minutes later.

The old man stopped, panting heavily. He excitedly bit his finger and dripped his blood into the formation.

A bizarre scene unfolded!

His blood flowed freely within the array's crevices, as if alive, causing the entire array to tremble slightly.

In no time, the formation was complete!

In an instant, Lin Xuan felt as if he had been thrown into an alchemy furnace.

His clothes started to smoke.

The old man sat cross-legged opposite him, still muttering incantations, as if urging something.

Inside Lin Xuan's body, the remaining blood began to flow backward, and it seemed that his last remaining life force was being forcibly drained away.

He could feel something leaving his body.

But in this situation, there's nothing he can do.

Is... I'm really going to die?

Consciousness is getting weaker and weaker.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly felt something throb in his lower abdomen.

It was very light and very faint.

But it really exists.

Lin Xuan's spirits lifted, like a drowning person grasping at their last hope.

He mustered his last bit of strength, focused his mind, and felt the dantian area in his abdomen.

boom...

boom...

There

Something seems to be pulsating.

Lin Xuan suddenly realized.

It's that little red sword!

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alive?