For my third sword strike, I slashed directly at Old Dao. I trusted my judgment!
Old Dao's pupils shrank instantly, his eyes filled with astonishment, fear, and helplessness.
I didn't hold back; this sword strike was a huge gamble! I gambled my life, and he gambled his!
Swipe!
With a single strike, the old sword wasn't cleaved in two; instead, the back of his body was soaked with sweat, and the dampness evaporated directly from his back.
Old Dao's body trembled slightly; his clothes, pants, and cheeks were all soaked with sweat, and he had even urinated.
"Brother Chen, what's going on? I'm not dead?"
Old Dao touched his body; his chest, the tree branch, and the two lychees were all still there. Only then did he feel relieved and calm down.
The sweat seeping from Lao Dao made a sizzling sound, like roasting meat.
Then, those things turned into a tuft of white fur, accompanied by a foul odor—it was fox fur!
"Damn! How come I have this kind of junk inside my body? Brother Chen, you scared me to death just now, I thought you were going to kill me!"
Old Dao looked at the white-haired man, feeling both angry and afraid.
Of course, what Lao Dao is most curious about now is why I want to chop him up.
"Actually, you were bewitched from the moment you came in. The other party is controlling you and wants you to lead me to that well. If I go there, we'll probably both be doomed."
I figured out what was going on, so they came up with another plan: to manipulate you and lure me in with a mix of truth and deception! I fed the white hair to the tattooed man while giving Old Knife a brief explanation.
It's good that Lao Dao is alright, and luckily I won this gamble.
"So I've been manipulated all along? But I didn't realize it at all; I felt like I was fully conscious the whole time!" Old Dao felt incredulous and still couldn't quite believe it.
I chuckled softly: "We must sever the evil spirits, but that portrait must not be touched. If it is, I'm afraid I'm doomed."
The thing that controls you first told you about cutting off evil spirits, and then deliberately guided me to cut off the portrait at a crucial moment.
Because it was just a momentary guidance, you didn't realize it yourself, since you also felt that cutting the picture frame in the end was the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, I deduced that the final sword strike should have severed the bewitching influence of the demons!
After saying all that, I pointed ahead and saw that everything, including the picture frame and the sculpture, had completely vanished.
Old Dao stared wide-eyed, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Brother Chen, thank you for saving my life! My life belongs to you! From now on, besides Brother Luo, I will only listen to you, Brother Chen!"
Old Dao knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me. He had no acting skills, it was all just raw emotion.
"Also, Brother Chen, there are indeed some things I haven't told you yet, but those are things I can't say. In short, Brother Chen, trust me, I won't harm you now!"
Old Dao knelt down as he explained to me.
She was practically in tears.
"Alright, we've been through thick and thin together, and everyone has their own secrets. As long as you don't have any ulterior motives, I won't force you!"
I told Lao Dao to get up quickly, feeling quite emotional. Lao Dao was quite loyal to Lao Luo. Even though Lao Luo had disappeared, his influence was still there.
"Thank you so much, Brother Chen!" Seeing how understanding I was, Lao Dao was moved to tears, almost to the point of wanting to become my godfather.
"Brother Chen, where do we go now?" After Lao Dao got up, he instinctively wanted to go back, but seeing that I didn't intend to go back, he asked me.
I examined the place carefully, intending to take another look, so I instructed Old Knife to clean up the battlefield: "Clean this up first. Even when playing a game, you should always leave something behind after finishing a map, right?"
"Okay, Brother Chen, I'll start from the doorway!" Old Dao was still a little afraid of this incense table.
Old Dao and I split up; I started from the incense table, while Old Dao started from the doorway.
"Hmm, and think about what other information you might have missed. Tell me if you remember anything." I reminded Lao Dao, whose situation was a bit special because useful information would occasionally pop into his mind.
It must have been the seal placed by that master he mentioned.
"Alright, Brother Chen, don't worry. You keep looking over here, I'm going over there for a smoke! No, I'm going over there to look!" Old Dao was clearly craving a cigarette, so he used the excuse of going over for a smoke.
Seeing that this guy had suffered a lot today, I naturally didn't hold it against him. I told him to get lost, and Old Dao happily scurried away.
I stayed at the incense table to continue the search.
A moment later, I found a black object where the fox sculpture had been, and I quickly picked it up to examine it.
That was half a eagle owl's wing.
These wings feel like they're made of silicone, but they're much softer and have exceptional resilience. They also feel cool to the touch.
When I brought the tattoo closer, it didn't show any resistance.
"Why is it only half a piece? If there were other parts, maybe we could sew it together!" I felt a little disappointed.
I'm a mortician; I can sew up corpses, I can sew up people, so I guess I can do this kind of thing too.
I carefully folded my wings and then went to the door to find Old Knife.
After Lao Dao finished his cigarette, he asked me if I had noticed anything. I shook my head; I hadn't told Lao Dao about the wings.
The rain outside stopped quickly, and the place became restless.
"Let's go, we've broken through the key element, this place is probably about to collapse!" I patted Lao Dao, preparing to leave with him quickly.
Old Dao followed closely behind me.
"Brother Chen, how about I sleep with you tonight? I'm a little scared to be alone! And look at my clothes, they're all worn out, it won't be very convenient for us to leave tomorrow!"
Old Dao pointed to his diaper-like clothes, and I felt ashamed for him!
These clothes are soaked with sweat and urine, they're really not presentable, and considering the conditions at Lao Dao's place, it's really not good.
I told him to find a hotel nearby and make do for the night.
As for me, I plan to live next door to Lao Dao, so that I can react if Lao Dao is in any danger.
...
As soon as I left the small courtyard with Lao Dao, it collapsed and turned into ruins. Lao Dao spat a mouthful of phlegm into the ruins, as if venting his frustration about what had happened that day.
We booked two rooms at a nearby hotel. Lao Dao was all dirty and needed to take a shower quickly.
After settling Lao Dao in, I took a picture of my arm with my phone, intending to send it to Liu Sandao.
Perhaps Liu Sandao knows about this.
A moment later, Liu Sandao called, his voice booming like thunder: "Chen Yan, are you still alive?"
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