But the other party is a metaphysician, who might be able to transfer souls; it's best to leave professional matters to professionals.
Xiao Yuan followed Bai Qingzhi without any objection, and she carefully re-bandaged his injured hand.
Meanwhile, by the pink sea, Han Lan lay limply on the sand, but stubbornly raised her head to meet Lou Xiaoxiao's eyes.
"You're the metaphysician behind them, right?" Han Lan recognized Lou Xiaoxiao at a glance as the woman who used to be by Bai Qingzhi's side, but since she was an assistant at the time, he hadn't paid much attention to her.
If I had known earlier, I definitely would have struck first.
"How did your ancestors teach you? How could you do so many heinous things?" Lou Xiaoxiao squatted down in front of Han Lan, frowning as she asked in bewilderment.
She was genuinely startled when she saw Han Lan, because the soul of the metaphysician who was now occupying Han Lan's body was different.
Just like now, Lou Xiaoxiao could see with her naked eye that Han Lan was covered in a layer of evil black energy, which was almost about to devour her completely.
These dark energies were formed from the curses she had used to harm people. If they were normal people, they would have been killed long ago. However, Han Lan's cultivation path happened to utilize resentment, so she had been relying on these dark energies for survival for a long time.
Instead, she gradually absorbed this dark energy for her own use, transforming it into an even more powerful curse for her next attack.
Judging from the black aura alone, Lou Xiaoxiao estimated that no fewer than a hundred people had died at her hands.
There are four or five fresh ones alone.
"Don't pretend to be high and mighty. We're all cultivators. Don't you want to live as long as the heavens?" Han Lan retorted excitedly.
"Live as long as the heavens?" Lou Xiaoxiao's lips curled up, then she leaned closer and whispered:
"I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to end your birthday celebration here today."
Since they shared the same profession, Han Lan naturally understood what she meant.
This is a society governed by the rule of law, and murder is certainly not allowed. But when dealing with people like them, there are ways that are even more painful than killing them.
Lou Xiaoxiao calmly pulled the dagger out of her hand and looked at the still-dried blood on it.
"What are you going to do?" Han Lan panicked and tried to crawl away but was powerless to do so.
"I'm not doing anything, I just want to advise you to be a normal person from now on." After Lou Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she took out a talisman from her pocket and then dabbed on it with Han Lan's blood.
Soon, a golden light flashed across the talisman, and Han Lan felt a sense of oppression.
She could no longer lift her head; she could only feel something crawling into the top of her head.
Then it travels along the meridians of the head and limbs.
Finally, the thing reached every corner of his body. The next second, Han Lan felt it explode inside him, directly blasting away the meridians he had cultivated.
The pain struck, and Han Lan wished she could just faint, but Lou Xiaoxiao clearly wouldn't let her have her way, pressing the handle of the knife against the wound on her hand.
Amidst screams of agony, Han Lan felt all her years of cultivation slipping away, while the dark energy that had nourished her stirred restlessly, attempting to devour her.
Lou Xiaoxiao saw that his goal had been achieved, casually made a hand seal and recited the Rebirth Sutra, and the black energy quickly dissipated.
"May you be reborn into a better family in your next life," Lou Xiaoxiao said softly, looking in the direction where the black aura had dissipated.
The moment the black energy left, Han Lan's hair turned white, his face became wrinkled, and he looked fifty years older.
"I hope you have a happy old age." Lou Xiaoxiao said with a smile after confirming that she was out of danger.
The people who came with him pulled Han Lan up on either side and put her into the car, heading back to China.
Meanwhile, Bai Qingzhi and Xiao Yuan arrived at the hospital. Xiao Yuan obediently followed behind, watching Bai Qingzhi busy herself for him.
The doctor who treated him was a foreigner, quite young. Seeing their condition, he shook his head and said:
"Little sister, is your boyfriend a result of fighting?"
Both of them were fluent in foreign languages and understood what she was saying.
The doctor's skills were quite good; he continued speaking while bending down to treat the wound:
"When looking for a boyfriend, you can't just look at his face. You should never date someone who's good at fighting." After saying that, she deliberately looked up at Xiao Yuan.
"Not to mention that the other party doesn't even care about you."
"Doctor, aren't you talking a bit too much?" Xiao Yuan spoke fluent foreign language, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
Isn't this just pure sowing discord?
Upon hearing Xiao Yuan's words, the doctor stopped what he was doing, and his subordinates had even deliberately exerted some force.
Xiao Yuan gasped in pain.
"Is this how you treat your girlfriend? Watching her running around taking care of everything while you act like a king, and most importantly, you don't even have a smile on your face! Not even one!" The doctor said this with some agitation, still holding the scissors for the sutures in his hand.
Bai Qingzhi was afraid that she might get excited and stick the scissors on it.
She hurriedly stepped forward and explained a few words, but the doctor didn't seem to believe her at all. Instead, he quietly advised her to think it over carefully.
In the end, it was this doctor who helped treat the wound, but the stitches were all crooked and looked terrible.
Bai Qingzhi guessed that the other party was retaliating.
It was already dawn when he left the hospital, and Xiao Yuan's face had been sour all night.
"Zhizhi, what she said is all wrong. Even though I have amnesia now, I haven't forgotten to love you." Xiao Yuan held Bai Qingzhi's hand with his good hand, his face full of sincerity.
Bai Qingzhi nodded helplessly.
"I know, you said that no matter how many times you lose your memory, you will never forget to love me."
"Zhizhi, why do I feel like what you said was so perfunctory?" Xiao Yuan turned into a chatterbox at this moment, pulling Bai Qingzhi's hand and continuing to talk.
Bai Qingzhi was indeed somewhat perfunctory, nodding dismissively at Xiao Yuan's words, which only earned her a more furrowed brow and a muttered remark from Xiao Yuan.
Having not rested all night, the two found a hotel nearby. As soon as they entered, Xiao Yuan grabbed Bai Qingzhi's arm.
Suddenly pulled, Bai Qingzhi looked at him curiously.
"Zhizhi, did you believe what that woman just said?" Xiao Yuan was still conflicted.
Bai Qingzhi found it somewhat amusing; she discovered that Xiao Yuan, who remembered nothing, was strangely adorable.
Bai Qingzhi turned her body completely around and moved closer to her.
"Xiao Yuan, I won't believe it, because I know your heart." Bai Qingzhi wrapped her arms around his head, her tone exceptionally serious.
Before Xiao Yuan could answer, he saw the child's head getting closer and closer, until finally the soft lips pressed against his.
After only a moment of hesitation, Xiao Yuan immediately took the initiative, grabbing the other's waist and leading him into the room.
He released her a few minutes later, then, still somewhat reluctant, nestled against her neck.
"Child, I feel terrible..." Xiao Yuan's voice was hoarse.
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