My hands and feet were unable to move, but I didn't want to wait for death.

As he approached, I suddenly bit through the tip of my tongue, and a large mouthful of blood mist was spewed out directly. After the blood mist appeared, it kept wriggling, transforming into strange stripes, forming a complex blood pattern.

The bloody case was like a big net, covering the sinister old man.

He frowned and his figure paused, without dodging, and the dark green light emitted by the oil lamp in his hand became even more intense.

The green and red lights intertwined, and the mysterious patterns that I spewed out of blood mist gradually dissipated.

Before I could spray blood mist again, the Yinfeng old man rushed up with a quick step, and his big hand like a clamp directly grabbed my neck, and said in a sequel: "You guys have just practiced some fur. If the old guys from the Taoist sect used this technique, I might be more afraid. As a member of the Jiang clan guardian, how could you have such a Taoist technique?"

I was pinched by him. Not to mention responding to him, even if I had difficulty breathing, my face turned red.

"Forget it, after I take you back, I will know the secrets of you boy!"

After the words came, the Yinxian Old Man flipped his hand and a yellow paper talisman appeared and directly stuck it to my heart.

The yellow paper talisman instantly turned into a fire, as if something had penetrated into my body, as if an invisible force had imprisoned my body.

The Yinxian old man let go of his hand that was pinching my neck and said in a low voice: "Follow me!"

My steps couldn't help but follow him. At this moment, I couldn't control my body at all, like a puppet.

This old bastard didn't know what kind of talisman he had used, and I couldn't even speak.

When I walked about ten meters away, I was already a little desperate, and I noticed that my heart seemed to be beating suddenly.

That's right, it's a heartbeat, a very strong and abnormal heartbeat.

It felt like something was about to drill out in my heart, and it was heartbreaking.

My steps stopped, my body trembled, and my painful face was distorted and my face looked ferocious. If I could speak at this time, I would definitely exhale in pain.

The Yinxian old man walking in front also noticed the abnormality, turned his head to look at me, frowned slightly.

"Stop struggling, I'm not something you can break free from!"

The Yinying Old Man said in a sinister way: "If you struggle forcibly, it will only make you more painful. If you hurt your soul, you may really become a living dead..."

"ah!"

Before he could finish his words, I screamed out loud. The inexplicable feeling in my body disappeared. I regained control of my body and grabbed my chest frantically. The tingling, sore and uncomfortable feeling made me feel like I was about to go crazy.

The Yinying Old Man frowned even tighter and said in a deep voice: "You can actually break my puppet talisman. You kid really have great potential. The Jiang clan's ancestral bloodline is indeed..."

Before he finished speaking, the Yinxian old man's eyes shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously retreated for a while, staring at me tightly.

At this time, I had already scratched my chest with blood. I was gasping for breath. I didn't know when the mottled oil lamp appeared on my hand.

This is Lingyao's oil lamp, why does it appear in my hands at this time?

Could it be that dream... is real?

Ling Yao really stuffed this thing into my heart!

Although I had already guessed before, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed when I saw this mottled oil lamp appear.

This mottled oil lamp seems to be very different from before. A thread of blood flows on it, giving people a very strange feeling.

"Soul Lamp? Whose soul lamp is this?"

The Yinxian Old Man looked at me with a little shocked and confused look, and a little complicated. He said in a deep voice: "Since ancient times, soul lamps have all come from the lineage of the I-Ying family. Where did the soul lamps in your hand come from?"

I didn't respond, gasping for breath. When I held the oil lamp, I felt a strange feeling, as if this thing had become a part of my body.

Seeing that I did not respond, the old man with a gloomy face turned gloomy and said in a deep voice: "Boy, no matter who gave this thing to you, it will definitely not be good for you. With your soul-raising lamp in your heart, that person must be a ruthless person. Tell me who the owner of this soul lamp is, I..."

"Get out of your mother!"

I roared angrily, and the previous aggravation and anger erupted, and the blood on the tongue suddenly spewed out a large piece of blood mist, covering the soul lamp.

Under normal circumstances, large swaths of flames should burst out, but this time it is different.

After the blood mist was soaked in the light, a phantom suddenly rushed out of the oil lamp, unable to see what it was, and rushed towards the Yinxian Old Man like lightning.

The face of the sinister old man changed drastically, and his tongue suddenly spurted blood on his oil lamp. The green light shone brightly, like a ball of green flame covering his whole body.

However, the phantom was not affected at all, and it directly passed through the green light defense around the Yinying Old Man.

“Ah~”

Accompanied by a shrill howl, the green light flashed suddenly, flew into the distance, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

There was a pool of blood on the ground and a broken arm.

And the phantom turned lightly and instantly sank into the oil lamp in my hand.

The whole process was in a flash, and before I could come back to my senses, everything was over.

I stared at the mottled oil lamp in my hand in a daze, and my eyes twitched.

When the phantom returned to the mottled oil lamp just now, if I read it correctly, the phantom was simply another me, but it was reduced many times.

What exactly is this weird thing?

When doubt arose in my heart, the mottled oil lamp in my hand transformed into my heart with a hot stream.

I subconsciously touched the location of my heart and felt that I was so panicked.

My heart no longer beats. It must be related to this mottled oil lamp. There is a phantom similar to me in the oil lamp. What's going on?

Also, the sinister old man just said, how much does it mean to use the essence and blood in my heart to nourish the soul?

Lingyao won’t harm me, probably won’t!

My heart was very confused, and I hurriedly left here and ran towards the city.

When I arrived at Blue Magic Bar, it was already late at night. The guests in the bar had all been exposed and the bartender was wiping the wine glass at the bar counter.

When I saw me running into the bar in a daze, the bartender was stunned for a moment, looked behind me, and said in a deep voice: "Are you in trouble?"

I shook my head, panting with red eyes and said to the bartender, "Give me the strongest kind!"

The bartender didn't say much, but poured a glass of strong wine in front of me. I picked it up and drank it all. The hot and spicy food rushed straight into my stomach along my throat, and I almost sprayed it out.

After finally swallowing the wine, I breathed a sigh of relief, reluctantly relieved the anxiety in my heart, and said, "When will your store manager come back?"
Chapter completed!