"Brother Chen, what do you mean by this? You don't mean you want my blood, Lao Dao's blood, do you?"

Old Dao glanced at the words on the feeding trough and became a little worried, instinctively taking a step back.

"That's roughly the idea, and it has to be one person!"

Of course, you're the only one here who belongs to this bloodline!

I nodded and could only helplessly tell Lao Dao the truth.

There was nothing I could do; perhaps this was his destiny. The feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger—it was that Old Knife's body was a perfect fit for this palace.

Rather than saying it was designed for Luo Tianhe, it would be more accurate to say that Lao Dao designed it specifically for this palace.

"Could Brother Chen have made a mistake? This health bar is more than enough to throw Brother Dao and me in!"

The ants were terrified when they saw such a large stone trough.

It's no wonder the ants were so scared; the blood bar was indeed quite terrifying.

"Don't forget I'm here! As long as I provide you with a constant supply of energy, your blood will be inexhaustible!"

I patted Lao Dao on the shoulder; Lao Dao had long been prepared to die anyway.

Old Dao had no choice but to nod forcefully. He then slashed his wrist and began bleeding into the blood tank. I used all my strength.

The next second, Lao Dao's wrist was like a water gun, with huge jets of blood gushing out.

"Brother Dao, that's pretty awesome! It's similar to that pee from earlier!"

The ants, eager for a good show, kept cheering Old Knife on.

With my power, Old Knife kept bleeding, and after about two minutes, the large blood bar was filled with Old Knife's blood.

I feel slightly weak.

The energy injected so far is quite a lot. Very good. The health bar is only so big. If the health bar were any bigger, I'm afraid I would have to squeeze myself into it.

Once the blood bar was full, the stone door opened with a click.

A terrifying energy swept over me, and when that energy entered my body, I felt a strange chill.

I felt a chill run down my spine, and my heart started to flutter.

"Be careful, once this stone door is opened, this place will be out of our control!"

I took a deep breath and told Old Knife and Ant to be careful and not to make any mistakes here.

At the same time, I took out some gauze from my backpack, applied some medicine, and helped Lao Dao wrap his wrist.

Although Lao Dao has lost a lot of blood, his condition is not as bad as he had imagined.

"It's alright, Brother Chen, let's keep going. I don't think there's anything we can't handle!"

Old Dao took out his water bottle, drank a couple of sips, then took some dry food from the ants to replenish his strength, and wiped his mouth.

"Anyway, Brother Chen, I'll say it again: my life, Lao Dao's, belongs to you. Whenever you want me to die, I, Lao Dao, will die. No doubt about it!"

Old Dao's words were so moving that they almost brought tears to my eyes.

My lips moved as if I wanted to say something, but I didn't say anything.

The moment we entered the stone gate, the stone gate slammed shut.

The entire blue space turned red.

A series of creaking sounds emanated from the surroundings.

"Brother Chen, is this red color meant to be paired with another ghost marriage for you?"

The ant, gazing at the red color, lost in thought and suddenly uttered this remark.

I shook my head and told the ant that it was absolutely impossible.

"The previous shades of red had a festive meaning, but the red I see now just feels unfamiliar to me!"

I stared at the red color scheme and shook my head.

This shade of red, instead of bringing joy, made me feel nauseous and even a little scared.

Perhaps it was because of what Old Man Lin did that I regained a little bit of my soul.

I can now feel a sense of fear.

I kind of miss how I felt before.

Sometimes I think about how carefree life is without the Earth Soul.

Although incomplete, it is fearless.

I closed my eyes and began to use my third eye to perceive everything, but to my surprise, the third eye lost its effect at this time.

In this enormous underground palace, my third eye seemed to be blocked, and I couldn't see anything.

Even the energy fluctuations within myself have been blocked by the Heavenly Eye.

Suddenly, the entire underground palace was shrouded in white mist, enveloping me, Old Knife, and the ants.

"You two hold my hands tightly, and don't let go! I remember that if we let go of this white mist, we'll be teleported to another place, and we might never see each other again!"

I quickly grabbed Lao Dao and Ant's hands and gave them another pep talk.

In my memory, this white fog could make one completely lose their way here.

Once the three of us separate, we will be teleported separately.

Don't underestimate this small place; once you're teleported away, you'll probably never see it again in this lifetime.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'll definitely hold you tight! I have to say, Brother Chen, your skin is so smooth! I still prefer your skin like this!"

As Lao Dao continued speaking, his tone started to change.

I even wanted to ask him if he was from Chengdu.

I know that Lao Dao can't control himself. This kid can never get over the word "love". Every time he encounters physical temptation, he almost collapses right there!

I forced myself to stay awake, grabbed Old Knife and the ants, and scurried quickly toward the place I remembered.

After walking for about 10 more minutes, the white mist dissipated.

But I always feel like I'm missing something.

How are you feeling?

I released Lao Dao and Ant and asked them how they were doing. Lao Dao and Ant stretched and both felt that their bodies seemed much stronger than before.

I looked incredulous.

Much better than before? How is that possible?

When I passed through the white mist, I clearly felt something being lost in my body, but these two guys felt the opposite.

I continued to use the Heavenly Eye this time, and to my surprise, it worked. However, the result made me feel that something was not quite right.

A lot of energy disappeared from my body, and that portion of my energy was transferred to Old Knife and the ants.

Could it be the fog from earlier?

"You've been watching me for so long, shouldn't you come out? Don't you agree, Fatty?"

I stared intently ahead, and finally, I let out a long sigh and smiled.

"Fatty Sister? Fatty Sister isn't dead yet?"

Old Dao was even more shocked when he heard this.

Actually, Fatty Sister's relationship with Lao Dao is similar to my relationship with her; we both have feelings for Fatty Sister.

Old Dao, in particular, felt an even stronger affection for Fatty.

It wasn't until the fog dissipated that I realized this place belonged to Fatty.

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