Inside the house, Wu Fu was terrified by the layers upon layers of venomous snakes. He had never seen such a dense swarm of snakes before. The air was filled with a foul stench. Wu Fu felt dizzy and weak.

"Eighth Junior Brother, give me some antidote, I've been poisoned."

Wu Fu said weakly that he could concoct poisons but not antidotes for snake venom. Hua Xiaolou, on the other hand, was an expert in this field. Hua Xiaolou glanced at him, her hand already in her pocket, but she stopped and stared at him coldly.

"Why save him? This person is always going against you. If he dies, he dies." The voice appeared again.

"Who are you?" Hua Xiaolou demanded. He was going crazy. He had been harassed by this inexplicable voice for the past few days, which had disrupted his normal life.

He didn't want to be controlled by anyone, not even his master Yin Yu, but this voice was ordering him to do this and that, which made Hua Xiaolou extremely disgusted.

"I am you, and you are me; we are one." The voice was seductive.

Hua Xiaolou looked confused and murmured to herself, "One entity? Are you my other personality?"

"Yes, that's it." The voice answered hurriedly, and Hua Xiaolou's eyes became even more confused. He didn't quite believe the voice, but he also had some belief in it.

Otherwise, how could this voice suddenly appear in his mind?

It must be his other personality, right?

"Eighth Junior Brother, what are you muttering to yourself? Quickly give me the antidote, I'm so dizzy." Wu Fu was pale and could barely stand, his expression full of dissatisfaction.

Didn't you see he's been poisoned? Why haven't you gotten the antidote yet? That old man is such an ingrate.

Wu Fu softened his tone, "Eighth Junior Brother, quickly give me the antidote, let's go help Master together!"

Hua Xiaolou's eyes cleared a bit, and she was about to go get the antidote when the voice came again, "This man just called you an ingrate; he didn't want to save the old man outside at all."

Hua Xiaolou hesitated again as she reached for the medicine. She was now in a tug-of-war with that voice, her mind a complete mess.

The battle in the courtyard had reached a critical moment. Yin Yu used all his skills and various poisons, but Zhu Zi neutralized them all. He had devoted himself to the study of poisons for years, all for this day.

"You old thief, go down and apologize to your master and my parents!"

Zhu Zi coldly shouted, his left palm as black as ink and with a faint fishy smell. Every year he would go to the deep mountains to cultivate poison skills for half a year, using poisonous insects to develop a body that was immune to all poisons. Now it finally came in handy.

Yin Yu looked extremely disheveled, his hair was disheveled, and his robe was riddled with holes from the water sword, making him resemble the Eighth Elder of the Beggars' Sect. Most importantly, he was seriously injured and dared not use the Blood Devouring Technique again. He had already used it three times, and if he used it again, he would not even be able to save his old life.

"I'm not so easily defeated!"

Yin Yu sneered and looked arrogantly at Master Dao Yi and the others who had been standing still. He knew that the real battle was yet to come, but he was already at his limit.

He fed himself a few pills, which he had refined himself using many rare and precious materials. They could temporarily boost his power, but after taking a few pills, they were like mud sinking into the sea.

He had no choice but to take a few more pills, but they still had no effect. Yin Yuxin's heart sank to the bottom. The pills were no longer working, and he had to think of another way.

Lu Mo struck out with another palm, and Yin Yu was unable to dodge in time. He was hit in the chest and spat out another mouthful of blood. Yin Yu looked somewhat deranged. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the house, covered in blood, like a madman.