Lin's Pharmacy.
Lin Ye and Mr. Lin sat opposite each other in the backyard.
Mr. Lin smoked a dry cigarette and said nothing.
Lin Ye was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Father, there is only one way to go."
"Why not give it a try?"
Mr. Lin frowned slightly and looked up at Lin Ye: "Have you forgotten the catastrophe back then?"
Elder Lin's tone involuntarily increased, "The entire Soul Clan has gone from nearly a million people to less than a thousand now. Do I need to tell you more about the reason for this?!"
Lin Ye gritted his teeth, "Father, since that senior Baili left this prophecy, it means that he has already thought of a way to break the situation!"
"The chessboard has been set, the finishing touches have begun, and now it's just up to you to make the move yourself!"
"In my opinion, this is a choice left by that senior to our soul clan!"
"Are you willing to guard this three-thirds of an acre of land for ten years? A hundred years? A thousand years?! Finally, you are annihilated in this cave that is about to be broken, or are you willing to..."
"Finish the move!"
Mr. Lin's expression suddenly darkened!
He looked at Lin Ye, his voice already a bit sullen.
"When will it be your turn to lecture me?"
Lin Ye clenched his hands into fists. He stood up suddenly, lowered his head, and said expressionlessly: "Forgive my son for being unfilial. I can no longer rely on you in this matter."
"In my opinion, how is the current situation of the entire soul clan different from that of boiling a frog in warm water?"
"I will not let the Soul Clan live in comfort until it dies!"
"Even if... there is only one in ten thousand chance, I will still give it a try!"
After saying this, Lin Ye turned around and left.
Mr. Lin frowned and squinted at Lin Ye's back as he walked further and further away until he was completely invisible...
Mr. Lin was silent for a long time and suddenly sighed.
How could he not know the current situation of the Soul Clan?
The catastrophe a thousand years ago almost destroyed the entire Soul Clan.
Millions of people died.
If that expert hadn't appeared, he could have saved the entire Soul Clan almost single-handedly.
Nowadays, I am afraid that not even these few thousand people are left.
Mr. Lin stood up in silence and walked all the way to an old ancestral hall.
There are many spiritual tablets in the ancestral hall, and behind these spiritual tablets, there is a secret room.
Mr. Lin walked into the secret room, with cobwebs all over his head. The moment the old stone door was opened, the dust was almost choking him and he couldn't open his eyes.
It can be seen that no one has been to this secret room for a long time.
There was some darkness in the secret room, but Mr. Lin turned a blind eye to it.
He walked straight to a stone platform in the secret room. There was only a rectangular lightning strike wooden box placed on the stone platform.
The strange thing is that there are more than ten iron chains criss-crossing the box, and the bottom of the iron chains is embedded in the stone platform.
The wooden box struck by lightning was already covered with dust. Mr. Lin walked to the stone platform and reached out to wipe away some dust, revealing the true face of the wooden box.
Lightning strike wood is more valuable than rosewood and gloomy wood. The yang energy of this wood is extremely strong, and it can overcome some ghostly evil things.
I don’t know what is contained in this wooden box. It actually needs to be made of lightning strike wood, and on top of it are these heavy shackles...
Mr. Lin pondered for a moment, picked up his old pipe and flicked the stone platform gently. In the next moment, all the dozens of shackles were opened.
The old man stared at the wooden box indifferently. After so long, he still seemed to be able to hear the screams of the undead that had never rested.
Finally, he opened the wooden box.
In an instant, an extremely cold and evil aura swept through the entire secret room.
The cold and cold feeling was thousands of times stronger than the cold wind in the cemetery.
Lin Laoxue's white eyebrows and beard were all automatic. His expression remained unchanged. He just took a puff of dry cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
In an instant, smoke filled the entire secret room, quietly suppressing the extremely evil aura.
Mr. Lin looked into the wooden box.
Inside the box, there was only one single arm.
But what is extremely strange is that this one-armed body is blood red.
It is covered with countless vein-like lines. If you look carefully, some of these lines seem to be moving...
Mr. Lin took a deep look at the one-armed man and finally sighed.
He closed the wooden box, but stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave...
The owner of this arm is from the Soul Clan.
So in this arm, there is a trace of soul clan blood...
"Could it be..."
"Is this really God's will?"
Mr. Lin looked at the wooden box and murmured to himself.
…
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s half a month again.
After the last acupuncture, Luo Yi was finally able to get out of the wheelchair.
Today, Luo Yi is no different from anyone else except for the broken arm.
Luo Yi went to the river early this morning. Due to the limitation of one arm, he did many farm tasks slowly, but he went quite far on the fishing road.
As soon as he put the fish basket aside, before his butt touched the ground, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"You, come with me."
Luo Yi was startled. He turned around and looked back. It turned out to be the indistinguishable Ren Piaomiao.
This guy never takes the initiative to talk to me. The sun rises from the west today?
After Ren Piaomiao finished speaking, she ignored Luo Yi and turned around to leave.
Luo Yi ignored him and continued to sit and fish.
After a while, Ren Piaomiao came again, but this time, he had a sword hanging on his waist.
Luo Yi was startled, and without waiting for Ren Piaomiao to speak, he quickly put away the fishing rod and everything, stood up quickly, holding the fishing rod in one hand, holding the fish basket in his arms, and showed a kind smile towards Ren Piaomiao.
It's just that Luo Yi stopped laughing in the middle of his laughter. He didn't see Ren Piaomiao draw his sword, but his fishing rod suddenly broke, and the cut was extremely smooth.
Ren Piaomiao turned around, but he suddenly paused just a few steps out. He turned his head and glanced at Luo Yi.
Luo Yi swallowed and followed him angrily.
Although Ren Piaomiao didn't speak, his eyes had already finished speaking.
"If you don't come here, you will be the one split in two."
Luo Yi had no choice but to follow Ren Piaomiao, stumbling around, as if he had arrived at an ancestral hall...
Ren Piaomiao stopped at the door.
He turned to look at Luo Yi, raised his chin, and motioned for him to come in.
Luo Yi scratched his head, put the fishing rods and other things at the door, and walked straight in.
He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this misty gourd, but it shouldn't be poison for killing people.
The ancestral hall is not big and looks very old. The person waiting for Luo Yi here is none other than Lin Ye!
Luo Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was someone mysterious.
"Uncle Lin, what are you..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yi suddenly felt his eyes blurred, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Within three breaths, Luo Yi suddenly tilted his body and fell to the ground with a plop...
Luo Yi only felt as if he had had a dream. In the dream, he was carried to a secret room by Lin Ye, and he was lying on a stone platform.
After a while, Mr. Lin and Ren Piaomiao seemed to have walked in.
Luo Yi didn't know if this was a dream or something real. He only heard some conversations intermittently.
"This arm was left by an ancestor of our soul clan thousands of years ago. When the Netherworld invaded, our soul clan was almost completely wiped out."
"If it hadn't been for my predecessor's holy power to kill a powerful Netherworld man, and the help of that senior Baili, I'm afraid our soul clan would have been exterminated thousands of years ago."
"Thousands of years have passed, and the person who promised to prophesy appears. Our soul clan should repay this great kindness."
"This arm was stained with the blood of the underworld. Fire cannot burn it, and water cannot invade it. If it is buried in the earth, all life in the area thousands of miles around will be wiped out. I have no choice but to store it in this lightning-struck wooden box."
"This arm also has the blood of my soul clan. If you want to cultivate your soul power, you must have its blood."
"Logically speaking, different bloodlines cannot blend together, and I don't know what senior Baili means..."
"Boy, since you are the one who answers the prophecy, whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on your destiny!"
From this moment on, Luo Yi completely lost consciousness...
