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Previously, it had been quietly staying in his dantian, like a dead object, and had no reaction no matter how he tried to probe it.

But now, it's alive! It's throbbing, it's calling out!

Lin Xuan tried to touch it with his mind.

The next second, a strange connection was established between the two.

The feeling was indescribable; it was as if the small sword had become a part of his body, an extension of his arm.

He could feel its presence, its emotions, its power!

That power to sever everything!

The old man was still chanting incantations, and the formation was still operating, but Lin Xuan could no longer hear it.

He had only one thought.

Sword drawn!

whoosh-

A sharp sword cry pierced the darkness!

A red light exploded from Lin Xuan's abdomen, tearing through the night sky like a bolt of lightning!

The small sword transformed into a stream of light, bursting forth from the dantian, piercing through flesh and blood, through clothes, and shooting straight towards the old man opposite!

The old man's pupils constricted suddenly; he had no time to react or dodge.

puff!

The small sword pierced through his chest, entering from the front and exiting from the back, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist!

The old man looked down, staring incredulously at the bloody hole in his chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the black robe red.

He opened his mouth and spat out mouthfuls of bloody foam.

"Why...?"

Unfortunately, everything went black before Lin Xuan's eyes, and he completely lost consciousness.

outside the house.

Wang Dali is still desperately wrestling with the tree slave.

He was dressed gruffly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

suddenly.

He felt the tree slaves he controlled loosen their grip! The poison within his body also stopped moving.

Ok?

Without any hesitation, he flipped over and sprang up, smashing a punch into the tree slave's head.

Bang!

The punch landed squarely, denting his head.

It swayed its body and then fell straight down.

Wang Dali ignored him and rushed straight into the dark room.

In the dim light, a blood-red array was still faintly glowing, like an eerie smiling face.

In the center of the formation, a person lay on the ground; it was Lin Xuan.

He looked around warily and saw only another tree slave lying on the ground and An Yongchang unconscious in a corner.

There was no one else!

Where is the old man in the black robe?

Wang Dali was confused, but he wasted no time and rushed to Lin Xuan:

"Brother Lin!!"

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Lin Xuan felt like he had just escaped death.

Darkness, endless darkness.

He floated inside, without direction or weight, like a wandering soul.

He didn't know how long he had been drifting.

In the blur, he seemed to hear the voices of many people.

Wang Dali's booming voice rang out: "Brother Lin! Brother Lin, wake up!"

Zhao Xueli whispered gently, her voice trembling with tears, "Xiao Lin... open your eyes and look at me..."

Tong Yao called out anxiously, both worried and angry: "Lin Xuan! You bastard! Wake up!"

Su Yurou's voice, trembling with tears, rang out: "You thought you were so capable? What kind of skill is it to lie in bed like that!"

They called his name over and over again, their voices sometimes near, sometimes far.

He wanted to respond, to open his eyes, but he couldn't make a sound or move any part of his body.

Several times, he tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't open them no matter what he did.

They went back and forth like this countless times.

Finally, Lin Xuan sensed a glimmer of light.

The light was dazzling, like sunlight piercing through the darkness.

He followed the light and swam desperately towards it.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The pungent smell of disinfectant hit me, and in front of me were white ceilings, white walls, and beeping instruments.

hospital.

Lin Xuan blinked, adjusted his eyes to the light, and then tilted his head slightly.

An old face loomed close to his face, less than twenty centimeters away.

Zhao Jian!

Tong Yuan's previous attending physician.

He was staring at me with wide eyes, his face full of excitement, and his eyes were even red.

"Master, you're awake?!" His voice trembled.

Lin Xuan: ......

He considered countless possibilities, the first person he would see upon waking up.

But I never guessed it was Zhao Jian...

No, sir, why are you so agitated? What's our relationship?

Also, what kind of ghost is Master?

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful! I knew you'd wake up! A medical miracle! Absolutely a medical miracle! It's like coming back from the dead! You've been unconscious for three days! A full three days!"

Zhao Jian acted like a madman, excitedly talking to himself while tears streamed down his face.

Lin Xuan suspected that the next moment he would be taken directly to be dissected and studied.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out.

My throat was as dry as dead wood, and my lips were cracked.

"Don't speak, don't speak, I'll go get help, don't move!"

Zhao Jian quickly told Lin Xuan not to move, and then ran out in a flash.

This speed doesn't seem like that of a man in his sixties.

A moment later, several hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Several figures rushed in.

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhao Xueli, Tong Yao, Su Yurou.

Their eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying.

But... that's more like it! Compared to that old man Zhao Jian, this is the right way to do things!

Three beautiful women surrounded the bed, bombarding the bed with questions.

"Kobayashi, how are you feeling?"

"You wild man, you won't die, will you?!"

"Lin Xuan, you're not allowed to get hurt!"

......

Lin Xuan felt like a monkey being watched, but his heart was warm.

A weak smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Then came the intense pain.

After a while, he closed his eyes and focused on his body.

Oops.

Absolutely terrible!

There wasn't a trace of true essence.

The source has also gone silent.

The little red sword had also completely lost its connection; no matter how he called out to it or tried to contact it with his mind, there was no response.

Own...

It seems like I've become an ordinary person again!

That's how it is, at least for now.

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One day later.

Lin Xuan has recovered somewhat.

Although he still lacked true essence, his body's recovery ability was extraordinary, which led Zhao Jian to come almost every two hours.

Every time he was stared at, Lin Xuan felt extremely uncomfortable.

slowly.

He can speak a few words slowly, and he can also get out of bed in a wheelchair with the help of others.

I am still very weak, and every movement feels like my bones are protesting, but it is much better than the near-death feeling I had when I first woke up.

Several girls took turns taking care of him, which allowed Lin Xuan to experience what it was like to be an emperor.

Cool.

When Su Yurou was here.

Lin Xuan asked:

"How is An Lan?"

Su Yurou sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a complicated expression when she heard this.

"Mr. An, like you, was also admitted to the ICU and underwent several resuscitation attempts. Fortunately, you two are both lucky and are out of danger now."

She shook her head and sighed:

"President An is quite weak and is still unconscious, but Dr. Zhao said he is out of danger."

"I would wake up occasionally, but quickly fall asleep again. I lost too much blood and need time to recover."