In the darkness.
Luo Tianhe and I lay on the bed, our eyes fixed on the door, not daring to even breathe.
The moonlight outside the window filtered through the dappled shadows of the trees, casting a strange, silvery frost on the ground.
Time passed second by second, each second feeling as if it were stretched out infinitely.
Luo Tianhe was equally nervous.
Like Su Mingyang, he's not afraid of fighting, I even think he'd dare to kill, but he's genuinely afraid of this kind of thing.
Just like many strong men who are 1.8 meters tall and weigh 200 kilograms are afraid of tiny caterpillars.
Although Luo Tianhe lay motionless and silent, I knew he was putting on a brave face.
Suddenly, a soft footstep sound came from the corridor.
The sound was very soft, almost imperceptible, like a cat tiptoeing.
My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively looked at Luo Tianhe, who was also staring at me with wide eyes.
They've arrived.
I silently repeated this to myself, tensing all my muscles, ready to face any impending danger.
The footsteps grew closer and stopped in front of our door.
Immediately afterwards, a faint rustling sound came from outside the door, as if someone was trying to unlock it.
My heart suddenly raced, almost leaping out of my throat, and Luo Tianhe held his breath as well.
Only Jin was fast asleep, though it was hard to tell if he was truly asleep.
With a "click," the door was slowly pushed open, and a chill rushed out.
By the faint moonlight, I saw a figure standing at the door.
It was Old Man Zhao.
His face had lost its former honesty, replaced by a twisted greed, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie red light.
Old Zhao moved very slowly, tiptoeing towards Luo Tianhe's bedside.
Those greedy eyes remained fixed on Luo Tianhe.
When he reached the bedside, he slowly leaned down, his mouth hovering above Luo Tianhe's lips, and took a deep breath.
As the suction force was generated, Luo Tianhe's expression became increasingly grim at a visible speed.
His already pale face now seemed to be shrouded in a layer of bluish-gray gloom.
A wisp of white gas entered Old Zhao's mouth from his own.
I pretended to be asleep, taking in everything, but I could only keep telling myself to wait a little longer, to wait for that crucial moment.
finally.
Just as Old Zhao closed his eyes, immersed in greedily absorbing Luo Tianhe's yang energy, and his defenses were at their lowest, I suddenly crawled out from under the covers and pressed the yellow talisman in my hand hard against his forehead.
However, Old Zhao's reaction was faster than expected.
Just as the yellow talisman was about to touch his forehead, he seemed to sense a fatal danger and tilted his head to avoid it.
Although the yellow talisman wasn't stuck on his forehead, it was stuck on his shoulder.
Old Zhao let out a shrill scream and began to struggle violently.
At the same time, Old Zhao realized we were luring him into a trap, and he turned to run away.
You sucked up my brother's yang energy and you think you can run away?
You must be dreaming.
I shouted "Uncle Jin!" and with all my might, I grabbed Old Zhao's thigh tightly with my backhand. I planted my feet firmly on the ground, used my waist and abdomen to exert force, and with a roar, slammed him heavily to the ground.
With a muffled thud, Old Zhao crashed to the ground.
Then it describes Old Zhao raising his foot and kicking at my face. Although I dodged the kick to my face, my collarbone was hit hard, and the pain made it hard for me to breathe.
"Brother Jin, come quick and help!"
Seeing that Mr. Jin was not moving, I turned around and shouted at him.
But when I turned around, I found that Jin was still lying on the bed, not moving at all, snoring loudly.
Holy crap, what's wrong with this old man?
How can you sleep with all this noise?
Who was it that told us to be alert and not to fall asleep, but then we fell asleep ourselves?
Seeing that Master Jin was unreliable, and Luo Tianhe was lying half-dead after his yang energy was drained, I had no choice but to rely on myself.
Taking advantage of my distraction, Old Zhao lunged at me again.
Their hands gripped my neck tightly like iron clamps.
I struggled desperately, trying to pry his fingers open with both hands, but I couldn't. My breathing became increasingly difficult, and my vision began to darken.
Just when I thought I was about to die, suddenly, a dazzling green light shot out from my chest without warning.
The green light came so suddenly that it instantly illuminated the dimly lit room.
Old Zhao reacted as if he had been doused with scalding sulfuric acid. He suddenly released his grip on my neck, covered his face, and let out a piercing scream.
It's the giant python's snake core that the man from the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations gave me last time.
The moment Old Zhao covered his face, my survival instinct unleashed a powerful force within me.
With my last ounce of strength, I thrust my knee upwards, slamming it heavily into Old Zhao's groin.
"Aww!"
Old Zhao let out a roar, clutching his crotch and kneeling on the ground.
Ignoring the pain in my neck, I bent down, picked up the yellow talisman that had fallen to the ground, and swung it at his head.
Old Zhao seemed to sense the danger and tried to avoid it.
But I was prepared. Taking advantage of the moment he dodged, I grabbed his hair, pulled his head toward me, and then slammed the yellow talisman onto his forehead.
In an instant, Old Zhao's body stiffened, and he let out a painful roar, wildly waving his hands, trying to tear the yellow talisman off.
But this time, the yellow talisman stuck firmly to his head, his strength gradually weakened, and his body began to soften slowly.
Until there was no more movement.
Seeing Old Zhao fall to the ground, I also collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
"Huff~ Huff~"
Jinye's snoring continued.
Holy crap!
I walked up to Master Jin and slapped him a few times.
"Mr. Jin, wake up, wake up!"
However, after several slaps, he still didn't wake up, and his snoring only got louder.
This isn't right.
Even if someone is sound asleep, a few slaps should wake them up.
I pried open Jin Ye's eyelids and saw his eyeballs moving naturally under his eyelids, exhibiting typical characteristics of REM sleep.
This state perfectly matches the characteristics of deep sleep.
But at this critical juncture, why is he sleeping so soundly?
Were you drugged?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when a chill ran down my spine.
There are only the three of us in the room. Who can drug Master Jin?
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my head stood on end, and a strong sense of danger washed over me.
I vaguely sensed something slowly approaching from behind.
I turned around abruptly and saw that Luo Tianhe had woken up at some point and was standing right behind me.
“Luo…”
Before he could even utter the word "brother," Luo Tianhe suddenly raised his hand.
A wooden stick as thick as my wrist smashed down on my head.
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