"That's all, no matter what, you are still a glimmer of hope."
"Now that it's in my hands, I'll give you a chance."
Thinking of this, the woman reached out to the back of her neck with her jade hands. What is worn here is a small bottle made of white jade.
The small bottle is surrounded by a dense atmosphere of immortality, which does not look extraordinary.
This thing is a rare treasure even for a woman, otherwise she would not wear it on her chest.
The woman held the vial in her hand and looked at Yang Dong with a hint of complexity.
Do you really want to use such a treasure on someone who doesn't know who he is?
What if he is just an ordinary person?
Thinking of this, a flash of hesitation flashed in the woman's eyes.
After all, a treasure of this level can be said to be of great benefit even to a father.
If his father knew that he had used it on an ordinary person, he would definitely be furious!
But... what if he is really the one who deserves to be robbed?
Back then, Madman Jia used all kinds of tricks just to get a little secret. However, what he finally gained was not some heavenly secret, but a genuine heavenly catastrophe!
If the predictions made by Madman Jia were to be followed, the entire continent would suffer an extremely terrible disaster in the near future.
From the peddlers to the so-called immortals who live in seclusion, no one can stay away from this disaster.
And according to what Madman Jia said, even his father, the dignified Lord, could only end up dead in the face of such a catastrophe.
And the whole continent's glimmer of hope fell on the person who was predicted to be doomed.
But Madman Jia didn't figure out where the person who was going to be robbed was.
Later he fell into madness and voluntarily left the law...
In the woman's mind, recalling the past events recorded in the book, a war between heaven and man began in her heart.
To save or not to save?
Even though she is a noble spirit king, she is still in a bit of a dilemma at this moment.
After being silent for about a cup of tea, a look of determination flashed in the woman's eyes.
Save, must save!
Even if it's for his father, even if it's for the sake of all the people in the world, this man must be saved.
As the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.
No matter how precious the treasures of heaven, materials and earth are, they can still be regenerated. The worst is to wait a little longer.
After thinking about this, the woman had already made a decision in her heart.
She stared at Yang Dong and felt that although the man looked somewhat handsome, he was not particularly outstanding. But for some reason, she vaguely felt that the other person had an indescribable temperament.
She let out a breath of turbid air, then gently opened the cork of the white jade vial.
The next second, an inexplicable fragrant smell appeared in the entire space.
"This is a thousand-year-old chalcedony. It's really an advantage for you kid."
"But this thing can actually reshape your meridians and make you completely new."
"Remember, you owe me your life."
She murmured to herself, then flipped her wrist slightly. The next moment, Yang Dong, who fell into coma, actually opened his mouth on his own initiative.
Seeing this, the woman's other jade hand covering the vial tilted slightly.
Under the morning sun, the chalcedony is crystal clear, mixed with its unique fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy just by smelling it.
The chalcedony was in a sticky shape similar to glue. As the vial tilted, the chalcedony slowly dripped into Yang Dong's mouth.
This process lasted about half a stick of incense. But the woman's cheeks did not show any impatience.
It was as if there were no mood swings at all on her face.
In fact, there was only one drop of chalcedony in the entire vial. As the chalcedony dripped into Yang Dong's mouth, the vial seemed to have lost its soul and lost its former luster. Then it turned into a ball of ash in the woman's hands.
At the same time, Yang Dong, who fell into a coma, had a very strange dream.
In the dream, he seemed to have become a great hero.
Under his leadership, thousands of troops galloped out and seemed to be fighting with some humans whose faces could not be seen clearly.
"Boom!"
A sound that was close to shattering one's eardrums sounded behind Yang Dong.
He subconsciously covered his ears, turned his head and forgot about it. But I saw a huge fireball flying into the air, and then crashing down hard!
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with mourning.
Yang Dong just wanted to save the soldiers beside him, but the scene turned and he came to a farmhouse.
In the farmhouse, an old woman fell to the ground, with a white cloth wrapped around her head, grief-stricken and crying.
When she saw Yang Dong appear, it was like meeting a sworn enemy.
She pointed at Yang Dong and angrily accused him of various crimes!
"That's him, he's an executioner, a murderous demon!"
"Without his temptation, my son would never have died on the battlefield!"
"You are the murderer! Even if I act like a ghost, I will never let you go!"
"Yang Dong, do you know that millions of people have died because of you? Can you bear the responsibility?"
"Death, only by death can you atone for your sins."
"Die, only by dying can you be freed!"
At the same time, countless figures, seemingly real or illusory, all gathered around Yang Dong.
Their voices were like weeping and complaining, but their content was surprisingly consistent, that is, they wanted Yang Dong to die and put an end to the sins he had committed.
At this moment, Yang Dong's few remaining sanity was washed away by the sounds around him, making him dizzy.
He wanted to escape, but the people around him didn't give him a chance to escape.
He hugged his head tightly and squatted on the ground helplessly. However, the surrounding voices showed no sign of stopping.
Not only that, these sounds became more and more intense, making Yang Dong's scalp numb, and his whole sanity was on the verge of collapse at any time. He felt that he was about to collapse, but somehow he always felt that he still had something to lose. Things done.
And it was this slight reluctance that made him persist until now.
At the same time, the woman outside also noticed something was wrong with him, but she frowned but couldn't see anything.
After all, even she can't know everything.
But even so, she still noticed that the meridians in Yang Dong's body did not have a tendency to heal, but were instead moving towards further disintegration. This phenomenon surprised her extremely.
How can this be? An ancient treasure like chalcedony is obviously very effective, but why did the opposite change occur in his body? What is going on?
