save?
Still not saving, but can she temporarily save Miss Xiliu’s life?
this world.
There are always some people who like to stand on the moral high ground.
Then be a moral bitch.
Moral bitches tend to be critical.
No matter what choice you make.
They can always pick out all kinds of shortcomings and criticize others harshly.
But when it happens to me, there is always another set of principles to forgive and explain for myself.
Throw a punch when trolled.
In reality, he is weak and has low self-esteem.
Don't tell others to let go if you don't know their suffering.
No one can decide the life choice of Miss Xiliu, only she can choose her own destiny.
Jin An did not answer the old Taoist priest, but looked at Miss Xiliu.
At this time, the girl Xiliu, whose expression was so painful that she was about to break her silver teeth, turned pale from the pain, and had cold sweat on her forehead, heard the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Jin An. She gritted her teeth and said with a strong character: "Today, either it will die, or I will." Death!"
"Anyway, if I can't exorcise the evil spirits successfully, I will die miserably sooner or later. It's just that I will die sooner than later..."
"I, I am willing to give it a try! Even if I die in the hands of Mr. Jin An today, I will have no resentment..."
"I beg Mr. Jin An to take action!"
"I don't want to die..."
Miss Xiliu's expression was painful. These few words almost used up all her strength, and her breath became weaker and weaker.
Jin An was touched by Miss Xiliu's strong temperament, and his eyes showed admiration. Women are weak by nature, but become strong when they are strong.
While instilling the red blood energy and fire poison internal energy, Jin An also transported the viscera qi from the Five Zang Immortal Temple to protect Miss Xiliu's five internal organs and heart meridians from the invasion of Yin evil spirits.
Miss Xiliu was shaking with pain.
Click!
Click!
As Jin An continued to remove the poison and the battle with the evil spirits became intense, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of Xiaotao.
There are as many fine cracks as a spider web.
The old Taoist priest stood next to the peach, looking at the peach that was about to burst at any time, his face becoming more and more anxious.
He anxiously glanced at Jin An, who was concentrating on exorcising evil spirits.
He looked at the painful Xiliu girl again.
Then he turned back to look at the owl next to him.
He opened his mouth several times to remind Jin An, but he was worried that disturbing Jin An would cause all his previous efforts to be wasted. The old Taoist priest looked at Xiaotao with more cracks, and his eyelids kept twitching with anxiety.
At this time, Jin An had temporarily shut down his five senses, shielded himself from external interference, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to removing the evil spirit from Miss Xiliu's body.
After about a few breaths, Jin An saw that they were in a stalemate. Miss Xiliu's breath was weakening every moment, and he couldn't drag it out any longer.
Miss Xiliu couldn't stand it any longer.
Jin An's eyes hardened!
sulfuric acid!
He pulled out the knife, held the sharp blade in the palm of his left hand, and slashed hard, blood suddenly flowed from his palm.
Drops of scarlet blood, carrying Yuanyang essence, fell towards the tattooed position on Miss Xiliu's ankle, and sprinkled a kick of blood.
Now!
Zizz!
The pure and unmixed pure Yang Fang Gang blood energy is pouring down like an elixir of fire. The skin and flesh crackle, and a foul smell emanates from the tattoo.
At the same time, the red blood energy and the fire poison inner energy continued to encircle and suppress the poison without slacking off at all.
Jin An looked happy.
It was seen that due to his self-mutilation at all costs, the ghost sealed in the tattoo finally began to appear.
Strands of wet hair came out from under the skin of Miss Xiliu's ankles.
Then it immediately melted in the daylight and turned into dark, foul-smelling water that dripped to the ground.
The tattoos of the tattoo master are fading and dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, Jin'an himself paid a high price.
With excessive blood loss, his lips became pale and his face became pale due to blood loss.
But he didn't dare to stop.
Worry about wasting all your efforts.
When the wound healed and the blood flow slowed, he had to re-open the wound with a knife.
At this time.
The speed of Xiaotao's cracks also began to slow down.
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With Feng Baotou's steady character.
He was also feeling a little anxious while waiting, so he had to pace back and forth to relieve his inner anxiety.
Just now, the screams in the room suddenly stopped, and the room became quiet again. However, a stick of incense time passed, and still no Daochang Chen or Mr. Jin An came out.
No one knows whether this exorcism failed? Or was it successful?
Others were equally uneasy.
They all stretched their necks and looked in the direction of the house.
The atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
After waiting for a while, Capt. Feng finally couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere. Just when he was about to take the risk and go over to check the situation in person, Zhiga...
The door, which had been closed tightly to isolate the outside world from sight, was opened from the inside at this time. The old Taoist priest walked out of the house with a tired but smiling face like an old chrysanthemum and a satisfied expression.
It's strange.
Neither Jin An nor Miss Xiliu followed him out.
Feng Baotou was the first to rush forward and asked what was going on?
He was also concerned and asked why Mr. Jin'an and Miss Xiliu didn't come out.
"Don't worry, Capt. Feng. Fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission and this matter has been successfully completed. The little brother and Miss Xiliu were both seriously exhausted and fell into a deep sleep at this time."
"Before my little brother fell asleep, he asked me to come out and call the doctor to come in and remove the acupuncture needles from Miss Xiliu's feet."
The doctor carried the wooden medicine box on his back and hurried into the house behind the old Taoist priest.
Capt. Feng also hurriedly followed.
As soon as you enter the room, huh?
What a strong smell of blood!
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…
It was already dark outside the windows.
In the room where the lamp oil was lit, there was a faint movement.
Xixisuosuo——
Jin An, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, seemed to notice something strange around him and frowned slightly, but he did not wake up.
Xixisuosuo——
The movement is getting closer and closer, as if it is very close.
This sound came from under the bed!
It seemed like there were many venomous snakes crawling and entangled under the bed.
Strands of women's long hair climbed up from under the bed where Jin An lay and along the cracks in the wall.
bedside.
End of bed.
Left and right bed edges.
On all four sides of the bed, there were clumps of women with long wet hair climbing onto the bed, as if crawling out of the ancient pool in the deep mountains and old forests under the calm moonlight, quietly sweeping toward Jin An on the bed, carrying the resentment and coldness of a dead person.
In the room with only one dimly illuminated oil lamp, the light began to flicker, flickering on and off, as if the only oil lamp in the room was about to go out at any moment and plunge into permanent darkness.
And just when these long hair were about to sweep away Jin An, Jin An woke up in time.
"Great Sage, what are you going to do here?"
"Treading on the southern sky will shatter the sky."
"If you never come back..."
"He will never come back."
Jin An had a strange dream, hazy, like seeing flowers in the fog with a layer of white mist between them. When he slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his deep sleep, his head still hurt.
After his headache subsided, he looked around at his surroundings and saw a familiar layout.
