He was panting heavily, his face was pale, and his breath was weak.
Bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the intensity of spiritual power radiating from his whole body was weakened, as if he had just experienced a battle and been severely injured.
What's wrong with you?
Feeling the weakness coming from various parts of his body, Han Yun looked a little confused and didn't know what happened.
In his memory, he was halfway through meditating and practicing. He felt a little uneasy because his cultivation was not progressing but retreating. Then, the world in front of him suddenly turned blood red. After that, he knew nothing.
After being stunned for a few breaths, he finally came to his senses.
I have gone crazy!
Damn it, he was clearly just trying to trick Ye Song, saying that the attack technique he practiced might go astray.
Unexpectedly, the prophecy came true, and it really happened to me today.
It was obvious that he was just practicing normally.
Although there is a certain chance of going crazy, but generally the probability of this happening is extremely small.
As long as you keep a calm mind, it will be difficult to encounter it even after decades. Generally, only when monks first enter the threshold, they will encounter it a few times due to impatience.
When Han Yun thought of this, his expression suddenly became slightly startled.
Peace of mind... By the way, I was a little upset because I had been practicing for a few hours, but my cultivation was not progressing but retreating.
Now that I think about it, it's probably because of this incident that I went crazy.
Strange, what is going on.
Han Yun felt that his brain was not enough.
He has lived for decades, and this is not only the first time he has encountered it, but also the first time he has heard of it.
The more you practice, the more your cultivation level will decline.
This is outrageous!
Han Yun was extremely depressed, but because Ye Song was sitting next to him, although he desperately wanted to understand what was going on, he could only temporarily suppress his restless heart.
Thinking of Ye Song, the monk in white turned his head and looked to the side.
He saw the other party's eyes staring at him coldly, and his breathing was slightly rapid.
Judging from its appearance, it must have taken a lot of effort to help channel the rampant spiritual power within the body.
Thinking of this, Han Yun couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.
If it weren't for the help of the other party, it would probably take a long time for him to wake up from his obsessive state.
The longer this state remains, the greater the risk.
If he wakes up naturally, his cultivation may not just be slightly damaged.
At the very least, one's vitality would be severely damaged and it would take a month or two to recover.
Han Yun suddenly felt secretly regretful.
Ye Song was so devoted to him, yet she actually suspected that he was cheating on her secretly during the competition with Lei Xinghe.
It's because I used my villain's heart to get into the heart of a gentleman.
Thinking of this, Han Yun held up his hands and was about to thank Ye Song.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a looming black mist behind Ye Song not far above his head.
When the monk in white saw this, his heart suddenly tightened and his pupils shrank.
Mr. Jin is here.
He felt a little uneasy in his heart, not knowing whether his and Ye Song's performance was enough to deceive the other party.
No, for the sake of insurance, I have to say a few words to prove that I and the other party are indeed allies.
Ye Song saw Han Yun salute him and looked like he was ready to thank him.
But after the other party opened his mouth, he didn't make a sound. Instead, he looked behind him with strange eyes.
He subconsciously followed Han Yun's gaze and turned his head.
However, there was nothing behind him.
Looking back, Han Yun's expression had returned to normal.
Just listen to him say to himself:
"Ye Song, what happened tonight is all thanks to you. Without you, I'm afraid I would have suffered a serious crime. You, as an ally, are indeed worthy of my trust, Mr. Han."
Hearing this, Ye Song nodded.
He was extremely confused and felt very strange, but he couldn't find the reason, so he responded casually:
"No need to do this, it's just a matter of effort."
Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his reply.
The other party was quite polite, and didn't make any sarcastic remarks about himself intentionally or unintentionally like usual.
With these two lines of dialogue, Mr. Jin must not doubt himself anymore.
Han Yun thought of this and was afraid that Ye Song would say something he shouldn't say later, so he continued:
"Because I was practicing this offensive technique tonight, I accidentally went crazy and hurt my heart. I can't continue. Let's stop here for the time being."
"Next, I will recuperate alone for a short period of time... If you want to leave, you don't have to wait until noon."
When Ye Song heard this, the strange feeling in his heart became more intense.
But now I have no extra energy to explore the mystery behind it.
Those names that the other party accidentally said when he went crazy were the focus of his investigation at this stage.
Thinking of this, Ye Song had no intention of staying.
He stood up immediately, said goodbye, turned around and left.
Han Yun didn't doubt it when he saw his resolute behavior.
After all, the impression Ye Song left in his mind was that of a person with this kind of personality.
After Ye Song left, opposite Han Yun, the black mist slowly condensed into a human form, it was Mr. Jin.
Han Yun ignored the pain in his body and bowed his head respectfully:
"I've met Mr. Jin."
The figure in the black mist nodded. He saw Han Yun's embarrassed appearance, and his hoarse voice had a slightly doubtful tone:
"What's the matter with you? We haven't seen you for only twelve hours. Why do you look like this?"
Han Yun replied:
"When I was practicing before, I accidentally went crazy..."
"Obsessed? No wonder..."
The figure in the black mist was relieved. He no longer struggled with the matter and asked instead:
"Is the monk in blood-clothed clothes the same as Ye Song you told me about last time?"
Han Yun naturally nodded.
Hearing this, the figure in the black mist nodded gently and praised in a hoarse voice:
"Although the strength is so-so, it is still barely enough. The ally you have roped in is not bad."
Han Yun felt relieved when he heard Mr. Jin's words.
He knew that he had passed this test.
Han Yun replied respectfully:
"Thanks to the spiritual stone funded by Mr. Jin, otherwise, it would have taken a lot of effort to win over him."
When the figure in the black mist heard this, his eyes flickered and he was noncommittal.
With a wave of his hand, he threw out a lot of shiny things from the black fog and piled them on the floor in front of Han Yun.
Han Yun took a closer look and found that they were all spiritual stones.
Judging from the height and diameter of the pile on the floor, there are approximately five thousand.
His heart moved, and he vaguely guessed what Mr. Jin was thinking. He swallowed secretly and asked hesitantly:
"Mr. Jin, what are these?"
The figure in the black mist let out an extremely harsh and unpleasant hoarse laugh, and then said:
"Since you have shown some usefulness before, I will give you another five thousand spirit stones. You can continue to use them to win over people's hearts."
After saying this, he paused and his tone suddenly became cold:
“Remember, use them where they are meant to be used.”
Han Yun quickly bowed his head and replied respectfully:
"Mr. Jin, don't worry, I will never make the same mistake as last time again!"
Hearing this, the black mist figure nodded with satisfaction. Then he waved his hand again, summoned two scrolls in the air in front of him, and unfolded them.
"Next, I will give you a task to find these two people."
Han Yun took a closer look and found that the two scrolls turned out to be two different portraits.
The portraits depict a boy and a woman respectively.
The woman among them was mediocre in appearance, the kind of person who would never be found again if she was thrown into the crowd.
The other man had a greener face.
The moment Han Yun saw this portrait, he was shocked.
Isn't this the mortal slave who was killed by him using the earth-shattering talisman pit?
