Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

The scent of Mangren grass emanating from Wu Xie's bones is enough to make the Corpse Beetle King chase after him even without bleeding him out; if he were to bleed out, it would be like adding fuel to the fire.

Chen Yan quickly ripped off Wu Xie's coat, stained it with blood, and tossed it on the road. Then he picked up one of them in each hand and ran.

During the run, after realizing he had shaken off the Corpse Beetle King, Chen Yan put down the two men, took out his satellite phone, contacted his buddies, and took A Ning away.

As for Wu Xie?

Chen Yan waited for a short while before Wu Xie woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure sitting next to him.

She slowly sat up, looked at Chen Yan, and asked, "Brother Yan, where's A Ning?"

"He's dead."

"What?"

Chen Yan calmly replied, "The Corpse Beetle King came, and she didn't give me any reward, so why should I save her? That's why I used her to lure the Corpse Beetle Kings away."

Wu Xie didn't believe him and squeezed in front of Chen Yan, looking at him directly: "I don't believe you, are you lying to me?"

Turning his head to look at Wu Xie, Chen Yan asked with a completely undisguised expression, "Wu Xie, why do you think I would save someone?"

Wu Xie said incredulously, "But, but A Ning didn't do anything to you. You can ask for money after you saved her."

Chen Yan looked at Wu Xie's eyes, chuckled, and asked, "Wu Xie, do you think the Fourth Master of the Nine Gates would do good deeds?"

"This is different!"

"What's different?"

Wu Xie suddenly stood up, looked at Chen Yan and asked, "Where did you leave A Ning? I need to find her!"

Chen Yan lazily pointed in a direction: "Wu Xie, this is the first and the last time I've saved you."

Wu Xie, who was about to go find A Ning, stopped and turned to look at Chen Yan. Chen Yan stood up, straightened his clothes, and said in an almost indifferent tone, "I saved you."

"But after you woke up, all you did was accuse me of not saving A-Ning, without mentioning a word about the price I paid for saving you."

"Wu Xie, you don't actually think I, Chen Yan, am some kind of pushover, do you?"

"I....."

Chen Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Wu Xie by the neck, his eyes filled with coldness as he said, "I can kill you right here. Believe me, even Zhang Qiling won't be able to save you in time."

"Not to mention, even if your third uncle arranged for Wang Yueban and Pan Zi to come in and protect you, if I wanted to kill you, they wouldn't have the ability to save you."

Wu Xie's face quickly turned red as Chen Yan's large hand gripped his neck tightly.

While frantically pulling on Chen Yan's arm, Wu Xie suddenly realized that Chen Yan was incredibly strong.

He couldn't budge Chen Yan's hand at all.

A ruthless glint flashed in Wu Xie's eyes as he kicked Chen Yan's body, but the next second, Chen Yan dodged and restrained Wu Xie from behind.

The large hand was still gripping his neck, pressing him against the mountain wall, and the knee was pressing hard against his knees, making him unable to move.

Chen Yan lowered his head slightly and said softly, "You're so weak."

"I could kill you with just one hand or one leg."

With his body pinned against the mountain wall and his legs pinned down, Wu Xie was unable to move at all and used all his strength.

But when faced with Chen Yan, Wu Xie despairingly discovered that he really had no way to escape.

Chen Yan could kill him at any time.

but.

Chen Yan suddenly chuckled, released Wu Xie's neck, grabbed Wu Xie's hands and raised them high against the mountain wall.

He leaned lazily against him and asked, "Wu Xie, tell me, how many people have to die before you truly understand that your incompetence is the very foundation that leads to the deaths of others?"

Wu Xie was breathing in the fresh air when he suddenly heard those words and froze.

How many people have to die before he truly understands that his incompetence is the very foundation upon which he has caused the deaths of others?

Wu Xie's eyes were filled with terror, confusion, doubt, and fear of the unknown.

Chen Yan pressed down on Wu Xie's hands with one hand, and raised the other hand to gently stroke the back of Wu Xie's neck: "Such a thin neck, I could have broken it with just a little force just now."

"Wu Xie, guess how many people your third uncle arranged for you to protect you?"

"And what about you? Won't you drag them down with you?"

The moment Chen Yan's fingertips touched the back of Wu Xie's neck, Wu Xie felt every hair on his body stand on end.

My heartbeat has lost its rhythm.

Wu Xie opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Chen Yan continued, "Kid, I saved you, you should say thank you. Tell me."

Wu Xie was still lost in his own thoughts and hadn't come to his senses when Chen Yan's knee pressed down hard, and the pain in his leg brought Wu Xie back to his senses.

Say thank you.

"Thank you... thank you."

Wu Xie blurted it out subconsciously. After speaking, he swallowed hard, the burning pain in his throat telling him that he had almost died just now.

Chen Yan added, "I saved your life. When you get back, tell Wu Erbai to give him something in return, otherwise, I could take your life back at any time."

Wu Xie nodded cautiously: "I understand."

"Could you... could you let me go first?"

Wu Xie asked cautiously, after all, Chen Yan's previous attitude had been too good, which made him start to get carried away.

They forgot that Chen Yan is Chen Pi's son.

But Chen Yan was right; he saved him, but he hadn't even said thank you.

Chen Yan released Wu Xie, took two steps back, and turned to leave: "Wu Xie, I hope you won't need me to come to your door to collect this debt in person."

Wu Xie turned around and watched Chen Yan's departing figure, then slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

For a long while, Wu Xie was still in a daze.

What exactly happened just now?

Why did things turn out this way?

While Wu Xie was brainstorming, Chen Yan on the other side was smiling. "This is funny. Wu Sansheng, your nephew is quite an interesting person."

Zhang Qiling wanted to use the suspension bridge effect to make Wu Xie feel a sense of responsibility towards him.

Wu Xie, on the other hand, has a ruthless streak in his bones.

As Chen Yan walked, he lit a cigarette. "What if your nephew's sincerity turns into guilt towards me?"

Huh~

the other side.

Wu Xie finally figured out what had just happened, but he was still very confused.

Why did Chen Yan let him go?

Given his personality, we shouldn't let him go, right?

Wu Xie unconsciously touched his neck; his throat was still burning. But Wu Xie found it strange that he didn't think Chen Yan was being unreasonable.

He just felt that if he had told Chen Yan that he had saved him when he spoke, he would have asked his second uncle to give him a reward when they got back.

Would Chen Yan then not be so angry?

Wu Xie didn't know.

But a voice inside him told him: You were wrong about this.

Wu Xie closed his eyes. Ah Ning was dead.

Ah Ning died just like that...