This is an old man, in his twilight years, his body is so thin that he is almost covered with skin and bones. He has lost all his hair and teeth, and has almost no breath.
The oil is gone and the lamp is dry.
This was Lin Yang's first reaction.
He came closer and took a closer look at the old man, his brows immediately furrowed.
"Um?"
The old man seemed to be aware of Lin Yang's approach, and immediately raised his head weakly, trying his best to open his cloudy eyes.
"You are a stranger... Did you come here to bring me food today? You haven't given me food for half a month... But... it doesn't matter. You don't have to bring me food in the future.
"It's over." The old man said weakly, his voice as loud as a mosquito.
Obviously, he already knew his situation.
"Old man, I am not from the Blood Demon Sect. Just like you, I am an enemy of the Blood Demon Sect."
Lin Yang walked in and said calmly.
The old man then opened his eyes a little and looked at Lin Yang. However, he didn't have much strength anymore. It was very difficult to even raise his head.
"Your hands...I see, old man, my eyes are failing, I'm getting old..." the old man gasped.
Lin Yang took out the silver needle and pricked the old man's body several times.
However, the silver needle could not pierce the old man's skin.
"Um?"
Lin Yang was immediately surprised.
"Silver needle? Do you want to heal me, old man? Young man, please save it. Although my oil is exhausted and I am not far from death, my skin has been turned into copper skin by me. Even a simple sword can't bear it."
It hurts." The old man shook his head and said.
Lin Yang was silent for a moment, put away the silver needle, put his finger on the acupuncture point, and gently massaged it.
After a while, a burst of air poured into the old man's body, as if a dry balloon had been blown up. In just three or four seconds, the old man actually regained some strength, and his cloudy eyes also filled up a little.
Er Jingmang.
“How amazing!”
The old man was amazed and turned his head to look at Lin Yang in disbelief: "Young man, are you a medical practitioner? What kind of massage technique is this? Can it actually work on my body?"
"This is the 'soul-returning hand' in the Taixuan Medical Sutra. I rarely use this move, and I never thought I would use it today." Lin Yang said in a low voice.
"Resurrection hand?"
There was a flash of strange light in the old man's eyes, and then it quickly dimmed again.
"You don't use this trick often because you don't have it, right? After all, this trick is only useful for dead people." The old man said hoarsely.
"Old man, your current physical condition is very bad, worse than anything I have ever seen. The conditions here are too simple, and I am also injured, so I will use my soul-reviving hand to stabilize your body first.
Let's leave here together, and when we get to a safe place, I will heal your injuries." Lin Yang said.
"go out?"
The old man smiled faintly, shook his head and said: "I have been locked up here for more than fifty years. Now that I am dying and looking like a sunset, what's the point of going out again? I have nothing to be attached to in this world."
"Old man...you..."
"What's more, young man, if my guess is correct, I'm afraid that all the people from the Blood Demon Sect are blocked outside this prison, right? It's impossible for you to want me to help you get out of here, even if you stabilize yourself.
Even with my injuries, I can't help you fight your way out of the siege."
"Why?" Lin Yang asked blankly.
"Because my martial arts has long been useless." The old man laughed hoarsely.
"What?"
Lin Yang's eyes widened and he looked at the old man in disbelief: "If that's the case, why do the Blood Demon Sect still imprison you so tightly?"
"That's just because they don't know. In fact, my martial arts skills have been dissipated since the first day I was captured. The previous leader of the Blood Demon Sect, Xue Jiangshan, was despicable and shameless. He deliberately made friends with me, and then secretly carried out murderous acts to...
The strange poison glazed five-poison pollen poisoned me! It caused me to be paralyzed and lost all my martial arts. But they didn't know that they were still wary of me for decades. Haha, I also like to see them trembling in fear towards me.
.”
The old man said with a smile.
Lin Yang said nothing, took out the hanging key that he had found earlier, and opened the iron chains on the old man's hands and feet.
The old man collapsed on the ground, breathing lightly.
"Young man, are you disappointed? I can't help you."
"That's not true. I don't put all my hopes on others. Although you can't help me, I can still rely on myself!" Lin Yang said.
"What else can you do?" the old man asked with a smile.
Lin Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly took out something wrapped in white cloth from his arms and spread it on the ground.
"Blood Emperor Ganoderma lucidum?" The old man's eyes were wide open and he looked at the blood-red Ganoderma lucidum lying on the white cloth in disbelief. His face was actually surprised.
"Senior also knows this thing?"
"I have only seen pictures, never real objects. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see them today. This life is not in vain. It is not in vain." The old man laughed and looked at Lin Yang: "It's just that this thing is not a magic pill.
It can't make you instantly become a peerless master and break out of a tight siege, so how can you expect it to succeed?"
"You are wrong, old man. It can help me become a peerless master."
