In the ward, Yan was leaning on the bed and nodded towards Feng Lin, who was approaching.
"Kid, you don't have to be nervous."
Seeing Yan's careful movements, Feng Lin thought he was too nervous, so he stopped behind Liya and stopped moving forward. He smiled at Yan Heshan, but he probably hadn't smiled for a long time, and this smile seemed to be the opposite.
It's a little more scary.
When Feng Lin was trying to gain Yan's favor, Yan was also observing this soul king. He said that he still had to be grateful to this person.
Although he had calculated many steps, something went wrong during the actual operation. If this person hadn't caught him in the air that night, he might have been seriously injured now.
"Child, I have something to ask you."
Feng Lin spoke as slowly as possible to show kindness, then looked at Yan and asked, "That day in Rasol, when the bad guy was chasing you, did anyone else take action?"
Feng Lin still has doubts about what happened that night. Rathore is indeed dead, but who killed him? The child in front of him has not obtained a soul ring, so it is impossible for him to perform such a terrifying soul skill. Is it possible?
Did someone do it secretly? He was now eager to know more information and investigate the truth.
Yan pretended to think for a while and then said: "Master Feng Lin, there seemed to be no one else that day. I don't know what happened. I just remember that the flour was on fire, and then I heard a roar, and my whole body was shaking.
It’s flying.”
"Flour? Are you sure? Boy."
Feng Lin felt confused about Yan's answer. Would flour cause such a big commotion? Why didn't he believe it so much? However, after confirming Yan's words again and again, Feng Lin could only leave full of doubts.
"Child, you should have a good rest first."
Feng Lin said goodbye to Yan, said a few words to Liya, and then turned and left the ward. He didn't know whether to verify Yan's statement or to do something else.
"Xiao Yan, how do you feel now?"
After Feng Lin left, Liya became concerned about Yan's physical condition again. Although Yan had been taken care of and treated by her these days, she couldn't help but worry. After all, Yan who was rescued that day was too scary.
She was filled with fear when she thought of the child she had picked up that day, who was all charred and extremely hot. If Yan hadn't lured Rathore away that night, something might have happened to the group of them, and at least she probably wouldn't have been able to escape.
Some destiny.
"never mind."
Yan shook his head. He had used his brain to explore his condition long before he chose to wake up. There were no other problems other than a poor mental state.
What must be said here is that the martial arts and soul skills in this Douluo world are really magical. Needless to say, those strange combat soul skills. The healing soul skills performed by Liya directly brought him from the brink of life.
Pulled it back, it's really a bug.
Of course, when he dared to plot to kill Rathore that night, he did so through precise calculations, in which his martial arts also played a big role.
Rathore probably never dreamed that Yan was already plotting against him from the moment he made any noise. He deliberately made the noise to make the other party think that he was just a crying little boy, and then he relaxed his vigilance.
When the evil soul master relaxed his guard and confronted him and was covered in lime powder, the guy had actually stepped half into the death trap.
Because the next step-by-step plan, whether it is to cause secondary damage to him with water, or to introduce people into the warehouse and use flour to cause a dust explosion, all of this is within Yan's intelligent brain calculation plan.
After calculation and wisdom, he first used the extremely high temperature of his martial soul to calcine lime powder, and then led the people into the sealed warehouse step by step.
This step of the plan was very critical. He knew that there was a lot of flour in the warehouse. Before moving in during the day, he and the group of kids played hide and seek in the warehouse together, and he was deeply impressed by this incident.
The next step is the most dangerous step. The space in the sealed warehouse is small, and his range of activities has also become much smaller, making it easier for him to be caught by the opponent. He almost died at that time.
Fortunately, flour had already been sprinkled everywhere at that time, and the density of dust in the air was off the charts. After using his brain to detect conditions that met the requirements of a dust explosion, he decisively released his martial spirit completely when he was in danger.
The powerful flames brought by the Fire Lord's martial spirit caused an explosion. His own fire attribute immunity and the powerful body brought by the martial spirit allowed him to minimize the explosion damage. So what if Rathore is a soul sect? The one who is alive now is not
He, he won that battle after all.
Yan was sitting on the bedside chatting with Liya, and couldn't help but ask about the current situation, "Sister Liya, where are we now?"
Liya gently stroked Yan's forehead and said softly: "Xiao Yan, after you were injured that day, Lord Feng Lin took us to Sangervis City, which is forty miles away from Maplewood Town. We are now in
Wuhun Palace in Sangervis City, you have been unconscious for almost two days."
"Sangervis City is forty miles away from Maplewood Town, so it's not too far."
After hearing this, Yan smiled, looked at the warm sun outside the window, and leaned slightly against the bed. After thinking for a while, he turned to look at Liya, and said with a smile: "By the way, sister Liya,
I'm so bored lying in bed right now, can you help me find some books, preferably about spirit beasts."
Liya nodded, couldn't help but touched Yan's head, then stood up with a smile and said: "Xiao Yan, do you want to read a book? There seems to be a small library in the Wuhun Palace here, I'll go look for it.
"
Yan watched Liya leave. The smile on his face remained unabated until she left the room. It wasn't until there was no one around that he slumped down with a relaxed look on his face. "Oh! The crisis is over. What's next?"
The only way to stay calm and learn more through books is because knowledge is power."
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In the Wuhun Hall of Sangervis City, warm sunlight shines through the windows on the floor, and the faint halo fills the whole room with light. Yan, who is still being asked to recuperate, is lying on the bedside, holding a book in his hand.
A thick atlas of soul beasts.
When he turned the last page, Yan put the thick book and atlas in his hand that could be used as a pillow on the cabinet beside him, and rubbed his sore eyes, but his face didn't look very good.
"My martial soul has some problems and is troublesome."
He relaxed his body and slumped on the bedside. He rubbed his long hair like a chicken coop with both hands and raised his palms slightly. His skin was suddenly filled with granite texture. Dark red flames lingered in his palms. The temperature in the room suddenly increased.