At the same time as this question arose, an unknown premonition enveloped Xiaolan's chest.
A gust of breeze seemed to lift the curtains, and the moonlight in the room became a little brighter. Under the moonlight, a red thread running through the entire room suddenly appeared.
The source of the silk thread was the one on his wrist, and the other end of the silk thread passed straight through the wall and extended to the outside.
Definitely not a good thing!
"Jasmine, hurry up...ah!..."
Severe pain suddenly hit Xiaolan's abdomen. Xiaolan suddenly felt that his internal organs seemed to be in a mess. When he opened his mouth, a fishy smell spurted out from his mouth.
All the blood spilled onto the snow-white sheets. The blood was thick and pungent. When it flowed drop by drop in front of Xiaolan, it was like some unknown insect squirming.
Immediately afterwards, the pain in the abdomen began to spread around the body.
"Xiao...Xiaolan?" Jasmine was awakened by Xiaolan's scream, and she stretched out her hand towards Xiaolan in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Is it you who is screaming?"
"Jasmine...I..."
Xiaolan stretched out her hand tremblingly. However, before their fingers could find each other, as if a huge hand lifted Xiaolan up, Xiaolan suddenly left the bed and smashed towards the ceiling.
Bang!
Xiaolan's back hit the ceiling heavily, and after spewing out another mouthful of blood, Xiaolan stopped on the roof, watching Jasmine fall off the bed in a hurry. Then, the power controlling her suddenly disappeared.
Xiaolan's whole body was in pain. She twitched, fell from the roof, and hit the ground hard again.
This time, there was no time for her to spurt out blood. The force appeared again, pulling her limbs and binding her to the ceiling again.
Xiaolan felt that her limbs no longer belonged to her. Apart from the pain, she had completely lost her ability to sense.
"Bang bang bang..."
The door was banged.
"Moli! Xiaolan!" It was Luo Jiutian's shout, "Are you shouting?! What happened?! Open the door quickly!..."
"Jiutian get out of the way!" That's a fool.
There was a loud noise, the door of the room opened, and everyone rushed into the room.
"Jasmine! Why are you alone? Where is Xiaolan?"
"I...ah!——"
Xiaolan just made a sound with difficulty, but bone-breaking pain suddenly landed on her two hands. Xiaolan screamed and looked at her hands, which were firmly locked by the power.
Something seemed to appear on the ceiling and in the palm of my hand...
With a click, the bedroom light was turned on, and Xiaolan instantly saw clearly what was in her hand.
They are two sharpened wooden sticks.
The two wooden sticks were about the thickness of fingers, and the ends that penetrated Xiaolan's hand were dripping with blood at the moment.
Where did this pointed stick come from?
"Xiaolan!" The Taoist priest's voice was shaking, and in an instant, four spells flew towards Xiaolan at the same time.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Xiaolan!" Qin Yin climbed onto the bed frame and moved towards her desperately.
"I...I don't know..."
Xiaolan shook her head weakly. She felt that her strength was flowing out along with the blood in her body. At the same time, the same tingling sensation appeared on her two Achilles tendons. She didn't need to look, just listen.
You will know what happened by the screams of your friends.
The same pointed wooden stick also penetrated his own tendon.
The Taoist priest's four talismans flew to Xiaolan. The talismans glowed but had no effect.
Xiaolan felt the pain in her hands and feet, thinking in her heart, where will the next one be?
Soon, the answer appeared.
There was a slight cold sting in the center of his eyebrows.
It's like...a knife tip made of ice cubes.
The stinging becomes increasingly severe...
"ah!--"
Xiaolan's eyebrows overflowed with blood.
The invisible tip of the knife is going deep.
Xiaolan finally felt a little bit of fear.
Do you want to kill yourself?
Moreover, he also wants to penetrate his own skull?
Is this true?
"No..." Xiaolan tried hard to pull her head back, "Don't..."
The tip of the knife is invading my life.
Xiaolan clearly felt the tip of the knife gnawing at her bones. She almost fainted from the pain. If the last layer of barrier was penetrated, what awaited her...
The partners tried all their methods, but it seemed that... nothing worked.
They can't even touch themselves.
They were shouting in despair. It was the first time Xiaolan saw them like this.
If I die...
Can I know what happened in my previous life? Eh? Thinking about it this way, it doesn’t seem that bad...
However, suddenly, a flash of red flashed past the door. Everything happened in only half a second. Before Xiaolan could even remember to make her last wish, the tip of the knife in front of her forehead, which bound her own power, disappeared.
Under the influence of gravity, Xiaolan, who was about to fall into coma, began to fall.
Xiaolan panted rapidly, her eyes widened, and she looked at her friends surrounding her.
"Taoist Master..." Xiaolan's voice was trembling, "I..."
"Xiaolan!" Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan's head and cried out in pain, "wuwuwu...Xiaolan!..."
Xiaolan moved her limbs.
It seems...it doesn't hurt so much anymore.
Are you really dreaming?
But……
"Xiaolan," Jasmine knelt next to her, her head and face covered with sweat, "What's wrong with you? Did you scare me? Are you okay?"
"Am I... having a nightmare?"
"What a nightmare!" Qin Yin trembled and raised Xiaolan's right hand, "Look at your own hand!... It's a little healed now... But the scar is still there, look at it!"
Sure enough, the blood on the back of his hand was blurred into a blur, and through the dripping flesh and blood, a small black hole could be vaguely seen penetrating the palm.
However, the wound is healing rapidly.
Thinking of this, Xiaolan quickly looked at her left wrist.
"Disappeared..."
"I know what you are looking for," Lao Luo said. "Was there a red thread tied to your wrist, and everything happened after that?"
"Yes..." Xiao Lan sat up slightly, "Uncle Luo, what's wrong with me?"
Facing the gazes of everyone, Lao Luo frowned and said, "This is a typical red-pointed poison."
"Red tip!" Qin Yin called out, "It's that silver needle! The red tip of Qiqiao?!"
"That's right..."
"How did Xiaolan get hit by the red tip?"
"I don't know about this," Lao Luo glanced sideways, "Besides, I didn't expect that this thing can actually cure the red tip poison."
By the way, what saved me?
Xiaolan followed everyone's eyes and looked.
Xia Ni stood by the door, with Chong Chong coiled around his shoulders, each one looking at him with concern.