After careful consideration, Ling Yun decided to open the book with blood, because he knew that whether it was true or not, he needed to experiment, if the experiment was done, there would be a glimmer of hope, if he didn't even dare to experiment, then even if there was a great good thing, it would not be his turn, and in the end he still decided to bleed.

But how do you get blood, it can't be like the blood sacrifice on TV, bite the blood? Ling Yun was thinking about walking to the front of the book, and what he saw made Ling Yun can't help but burst into a foul mouth, "I'll rub, this is all ready, it's obviously like making me donate blood," there was a delicate dagger next to the book, and the dagger of twenty centimeters was lying quietly next to the book, and the reason why Ling Yun couldn't help but burst into foul mouth was that there was no knife at all just now, that is to say, this knife appeared out of thin air, looking at the knife, Ling Yunxin said, "How do you feel like it's on the set?" Although he felt this way, Ling Yun still decided to come down, picked up the knife and cut it towards his finger, but the knife was not controlled by Ling Yun at all, and he slashed directly at his wrist, and Ling Yun was immediately shocked. Seeing that the dagger was about to slash over, Ling Yun couldn't even block it, even if he stretched his hand back, it was extremely difficult

"Where is this making me bleed, this obviously wants me to die!" Ling Yun secretly thought to himself, almost instantly the dagger slashed through Ling Yun's wrist, a strand of red thread slowly flowed out, Ling Yun watched a trace of red thread drip into the "Inheritance", rippling on the golden paper, as if a drop of water dripping into the sea, everything seemed so calm, it couldn't attract attention at all, what surprised Ling Yun even more was not these, but just now Ling Yun was ready to faint in pain, but the dagger seemed to have not touched him The moment the dagger blinked like it didn't touch him, the dagger had already crossed over, He didn't feel a trace of pain at all, if it weren't for seeing blood oozing from his wrist, Ling Yun would most likely think that nothing had happened just now.

At this time, Ling Yun noticed that the "Inheritance" dripping with blood had gradually emitted a dazzling golden light, which was already impossible to look at directly. After a long time, Ling Yun felt a little dizzy, and at this time, his face was no longer rosy, but instead an unhealthy pale color. It is clear that this is a symptom of excessive blood loss. Ling Yun also wanted to control the blood to stop it flowing, but gradually he was powerless, and he didn't have the strength to control that hand at all, at this time he only scolded the voice in his heart, he felt as if he had been pitted, but listening to that voice was not malicious, although it was only two short sentences, but the strong sixth sense made Ling Yun feel that the other party was not malicious, but now Ling Yun had no way to stop it, he could only let the blood flow out of his body, and the feeling of weakness had attacked Ling Yun. In the end, Ling Yun couldn't stand up at all, so he could only squat down slowly, because now he felt that his body was out of control. Finally, Ling Yun's eyes were black and "poof", the weak Ling Yun couldn't hold on anymore and fell directly to the ground, and at the same time the blood on his wrist stopped flowing, the book in front of him gradually suspended in the air, golden light shone, a golden pillar smashed straight into the "sky", and suddenly the gold filled the surrounding space, after a long time the space dimmed again, a golden film approached Ling Yun and finally formed a golden cover, until the last golden light was absorbed by Ling Yun, The book also dimmed, as if nothing had happened at all, and Ling Yun, who had fallen to the ground, was dripping with golden light.

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"Huh?" Ling Yun gradually woke up, the strange thing was that the book was no longer there, and he was lying on the desk, just wanted to change, but he found that his body was particularly weak, and he had no strength to support himself at all, at this time it was already in class, Chu Ailin quietly glanced at Ling Yun, frowned, Ling Yun knew that he had no strength and was quiet, and lay directly on the table.

After class, Chu Ailin walked towards Ling Yun, even if Ling Yun already knew it, he couldn't speak, Chu Ailin came over and gently stroked Ling Yun's forehead with her smooth little hand, and said to herself, "I don't have a fever either, what's wrong?" Chu Ailin looked at the eyes under the sunglasses and smiled, "Fellow table, what's wrong with you, sick?" Ling Yun, who was weak all over, shook his head and didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. I can only rely on this position to lie on the table. And Chu Ailin gently stroked Ling Yun a few times and said to him, "Then you lie on your stomach!" Stay and don't move" After speaking, Chu Ailin left in a sneer.

In this case, Ling Yun looked around again, no one noticed him, Ling Yun took a lot of effort to look at his cut arm, but there was not even a scar, which made him fall into deep thought, was everything before this an illusion or a real thing? If it happens, is it possible to think that you can't support it, so you will teleport it to yourself, what if it is just illusory? How do you explain your own weakness? Now Ling Yun's face was still pale. But it's no big deal.

Now Ling Yun wants to know where the golden book "Inheritance" has gone?

To be continued......