Gu Yilan was very careful and smelled the other person's scent very carefully.
But very disappointed, there is no taste at all.
Very clean.
He could only feel that the skin on the other person's hands was very tender and well-maintained.
The hand was quickly withdrawn.
The man whispered: "It seems like he is going to die?"
Someone came to pick Gu Yilan's eyes, check his pulse, and then whispered: "It's not good."
A voice said: "He can't eat anymore. He only drank two mouthfuls of soup in the meal just now."
"Well, give him a pill to keep him alive."
Gu Yilan's jaw was pinched open, and a medicine with a familiar taste was stuffed into his mouth.
That was the medicine given to him by Mu Yunhan, and he swallowed it without hesitation.
"The desire to survive is quite strong." There was a hint of smile in the man's voice.
Gu Yilan could even feel that he was smiling and looking scornful and proud.
"Oh, in such a short-lived family, everyone wants to live longer, but they always fail to live long. This is really ironic."
"Take a little of his blood."
Someone held Gu Yilan tightly and pinned his hands to the ground.
Stab his wrist with a sharp needle.
It was cold and stinging, and something slowly left his body along the cold needle.
Gu Yilan didn't struggle. This was already the fifth time the other party had drawn his blood.
He didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he could guess that the other party was probably interested in the priest's abilities and wanted to find something useful from him.
The pain in my wrist is getting more and more severe, and my heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
He began to sweat coldly, had difficulty breathing, and was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
He wondered if Mu Yunhan was in as much pain as he was now when his blood was forcibly extracted?
"There's not much blood left, we can't draw it out."
His hand was roughly thrown away, and the needle was violently pulled out.
Probably because he didn't get what he wanted, the other party was very rude, the sharp needle scratched his skin, and no one helped him hold down the bleeding point.
Gu Yilan sat quietly, motionless.
"It's really too weak, so disappointingly weak," the voice said.
"But it's okay, it's still better than the ancestors, and finally got a living one."
Someone whispered something.
The voice laughed and said: "**,**, there's no way he can survive. It's a pity to see him die in vain. Why not throw this problem to them and let them have a headache!"
There was the rustle of packing things nearby.
This is the moment!
Gu Yilan suddenly opened her eyes and looked forward.
The lights went out at this moment.
A chuckle came from the darkness, and the man laughed and said, "Want to know who I am? Don't worry, we will meet again."
A cold hand pinched Gu Yilan's neck.
Warm breath blew against my ears, and the other person's voice was like a curse: "Are you willing to die like this, a useless person?"
Of course Gu Yilan was unwilling to do so.
He told Mu Yunhan that he was still young and had many unfinished things and many unfulfilled wishes.
He doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to die.
"I'll give you a way to become stronger than you are now. Do you want to give it a try?"
Gu Yilan turned her neck stiffly, trying to make it happen, but she only made a hoarse hiss.
"Feed him some soup!" The man laughed happily. (To be continued)