When Yuechan's silver needle pierced Ye Pu's Rendu second vein, his body had a short spasm. At this time, the blood-red light emitted by the blood spirit bead was also a little dim.

Not good.

Wu Xiao's hands stretched forward and spread out suddenly, and the white mist-like energy approached the Blood Spirit Bead. The blood spirit bead suspended in the air trembled a little, as if it had gradually woken up again, and the blood-red light shone on Ye Pu's whole body again.

Wu Xiao knew that the blood spirit bead could be resurrected because of the continuous absorption of the energy in his body, and at the beginning, the energy was controlled by himself and exported from the body. But now the output of zhì is uncontrollable, and the blood spirit bead itself has become a magnet for absorbing energy, and the energy in his body is being sucked away without reading, which is a bad sign for Wu Xiao.

Since he stepped into the Heavenly Realm Ten years ago, he had never been worried about the lack of strength, but now he was a little scared. He knew that if he continued like this, in less than half an hour, the energy in his body would be drained.

And the Blood Spirit Bead is a family heirloom, it itself is like a vast ocean, and the more energy it absorbs, the more helpful it will be. Soon, Wu Xiao's face had become solemn, and fine sweat was oozing from his forehead.

But looking at Ye Pu again, his pale skin began to gradually turn bloody, but there was still no sign of waking up. What's going on? Wu Xiao was shocked in her heart.

Maybe the outside world said that the Blood Spirit Bead was more bizarre, saying that it had the effect of reviving the dead, but he knew that this was not the case. If a person is already dead, the Blood Spirit Orb will never be able to bring them back to life. The most important thing is the spirituality of the blood spirit bead, most people will not only not be cured by it, but on the contrary, they will let it eat back, and give their lives for it.

It is an heirloom of his own family, where he did not know where it came from, but it has been passed down for several generations, and it is each generation that has exchanged its blood and life for its "peace".

But Wu Xiao knew that he couldn't control the Blood Spirit Bead, just like now, he was at the mercy of it.

Yue Chan did not stop at this time, and the energy qi in his body passed directly to Ye Pu's body, and then formed a protective film to wrap the qi and organize the adsorption of the blood spirit beads.

But Yue Chan also felt that the protective film that he had formed in Ye Pu's body with his strength was constantly being weakened, that is to say, the blood spirit bead was devouring the strength, and what he had to do now was to continuously transport the strength from his body to fight against the blood spirit bead, and strive to wake up Ye Pu when the two were evenly matched.

Looking at Ye Pu, who still didn't have a trace of living breath on his body with his eyes closed, Yuechan's heart sank to the bottom.

"If the heirloom blood spirit bead in the old ghost's house can't save him, then what else can save him in time? Pu'er, will you wake up soon? You wake up and look at your sister, just one look. There are so many people around you who care about you and your mission is not completed, how can you leave behind? Yuezen thought to herself.

……

When I woke up, I saw my body lying on the white hospital bed like a wet wipe. Senior sister Yuechan and the old man surrounded it.

Oh! Old man?

How did he get here? Didn't he say that the revenge has not been avenged, and he will not step into China half a step? Is it because of yourself?

Suddenly, I noticed something that surprised me. My eyes widened, but they were lifeless and no longer reflecting the objects around me. It was then that I suddenly realized that I was now standing on the edge of the bed, staring at me lying on the hospital bed.

It's the first time I've looked at myself in this way. My hair was slightly flushed and slightly curly around my head, and the ends of my hair were almost past my eyes. During this time, my hair has grown so fast? The eyes were tightly pressed together, and the thin lips were not bloody, and they were even a little chapped.

Look at my skin again.

Oh, my God! When did I become so white? If it weren't for my thick hair, I would have felt like I was disappearing into the white sheets.

It was at this moment that the blood-red beads suspended above my head caught my eye. I don't know if the senior sister and the old man saw the contents of this blood-colored bead, but I did. It contains a variety of energies, and the three energies are particularly prominent.

I know two kinds of white energy, Senior Sister and the old man, and they had to send the energy in their bodies to this bead in order to save me. The third black energy is the thing I love and hate the most - the anger in my body.

It's so disgusting that this bead has absorbed my anger without my consent, don't you know that it really matters to me?

I was angry, and clenched my fists and struck at the Blood Spirit Orb.

Rumble.

Before my fist could touch the orb, I was knocked out by its own energy.

My body slammed into the cold wall at the back of the room. Yes. Icy walls.

I could feel the coldness of the walls, but I didn't feel the slightest pain. Why is that? And when I tried to continue rushing towards the bead, I found that my body was off the ground, slowly floating upwards.

At this time, I suddenly realized that I was separated from my body. It's really weird, I didn't break free, I didn't feel the pain when I was separated from my body, I didn't feel it, it was like I didn't know when I was showing up.

I could have walked on the ground just now, but why am I now suspended in the air and constantly floating upwards? Is it the bead? I know that bead is the blood spirit bead in the old man's mouth, right? In order to save me, he was willing to take out the heirloom treasure, isn't he afraid of starting a fight again?

My suspension has no weight, no pressure, and certainly no control over me.

Syllable.

My body finally made contact with the wall above the room.

But I still didn't feel any pain. As for why my body didn't move, I think it was because there was a wall blocking it. If there was a crack in the window in my room, I don't think I'd hesitate to leave there.

Because such levitation is free, it is not under my control. But now that my body is not moving, I use the friction of my body against the wall to slowly move forward.

Every movement was so difficult, so laborious, but I just wanted to see myself clearly, the self lying in the hospital bed. As I moved, I looked down at the room, and my heart sank to the bottom, and I knew it was death.

Am I dead? I really can't accept this fact, but it really exists.

I finally stopped directly above me and stared at myself in distraction. I was hesitant to go back to my body again, because I was reluctant to do so.

Every inch of muscle and bone in my body has been trained by me for so many days and nights, and it has accompanied me through life and death to make me who I am today. There is no one in this world who can match its loyalty to me, because it is who I am.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little moved, but when I was about to return to my body, I hesitated.

Breaking away from the reality of disturbing strife and deceit, those tangled choices reassure me. If this is death, then people don't have to fear death anymore. After all, death is so easy, there is not even a trace of pain, and I, with my body close to the wall, is still hesitating whether to return to my body again.

For the first time, I looked at a qiē in the room with no emotion. Senior sister and the old man surrounded me, the old man's hand that conveyed strength to the blood spirit bead was a little trembling, I knew that he was a little struggling now.

Look at my senior sister again, in addition to constantly sending me energy, she also has silver needles on several important acupuncture points on my body. I know the silver needles, and they are the three that my sister carries with her. The red glow of the Blood Spirit Bead had always shrouded me, but I didn't like it, because I had seen its intentions.

I want to tell the old man that he doesn't need to be treated anymore, because it's useless. For I was not there, but detached from my body above their heads. That's why no matter how much they toss, I'm indifferent.

I wanted to sue them, but I still didn't make any sound from my growing mouth. I knew it didn't work for them, but I could only watch them, just look at them. At this time, I found that something strange had appeared in the blood spirit bead's body, and it seemed that it was ready to act.

Rumble.

Blood-red light burst out of its body again. The old man and senior sister were directly bounced away, and at the same time, the blood spirit bead was absorbing the anger in my body at an agile speed.

This is the intention of the Blood Spirit Bead, which uses the strength of the old man and the senior sister as energy, and the purpose is to obtain my anger. It's also instinctive, and anger can be very appealing to it.

In my momentary hesitation, I had already seen that the aura in my body was frantically introduced into my body by the Blood Spirit Bead.

Oh no! No!

I yelled hard, only to find that it was only a slight sigh.

If anyone notices, they'll notice that my eyelids are a little fluttering.

I had a strong feeling that the most important thing in my body was passing away, it was mine and no one could take it away. I was furious, and my body dived down quickly, opening my arms, trying to stop the anger from leaving as much as possible.

Syllable.

I was besieged by a tangible object, and then forced to start breathing, and I felt a piercing pain in my body and a cold, biting cold in my body.

Suspended in the air, I became one with my body, and I came to life. The loss of anger in my body made my body feel like it was powerless, as if half of my soul had been drained. My gasp was not loud, but I was unusually angry at the moment.

I don't know where the strength came from, and with a slap, the blood spirit bead on the top of my head was fanned away.

Bang.

The Blood Spirit Bead made intimate contact with the hard wall and fell on my bed.

I spat out a large mouthful of blood-red, viscous liquid, which tasted salty, and finally I could breathe unobstructed.

(PS: I wish you dear you all a happy May Day!) ）