C152 (1/2)

That day in Jinping City, Bi Huan swallowed that red pill and then turned around to leave. With what he said before, he said 'a hundred years, a hundred years, and a hundred years' worth of dried bones'.

That medicinal pill was called the Hundred Years Withering Bone. After consuming it, one could only live for a hundred years. After that, one would die. It could be said to be a type of poison. However, I didn't expect that the ”Hundred Years Old Bone” that Bi Huan had swallowed would be so vicious!

In the first year after he left, Bi Huan wandered around the Eunuch Kingdom, looking for clues. As long as there were suspicious people, he would definitely pursue them to the end in order to find the real culprit. However, on the last day of its first year, the poison broke out.

As a part of the soul, from inside to outside, I could see the changes in Bi Huan's body very clearly. It was the pill, and after Bi Huan swallowed it, it directly turned into a layer of red mist, surrounding the spirit pellet, and as the spirit energy flowed through his body, it entered into his limbs and bones. Normally, it was hidden, and had no effect or effect, but on the last day of the year, the red mist that had already merged into his meridians would suddenly erupt and actually corrode the spirit energy within his body as well as his flesh and bones.

The first year, I watched Bi Huan grind her teeth and endure the pain of the corroded bone and flesh. Even though her clothes were drenched in sweat and blood was seeping out from her silver teeth, she still silently endured it.

The second year, the corrosion of the red mist became even more intense. Bi Huan's expression became even more pained and distorted. It was hard to imagine what kind of pain he was enduring. However, he still gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word.

Third year, fourth year … However, the poison in his body had become more and more profound, and every time it flared up, he could no longer endure it. He could only roar out the pain in his body, and each time, he would have to endure for a full twenty-four hours, and every time, he would have to endure the pain for a full day and a night.

After seventy years, shouting could no longer be used as a method of venting. Bi Huan would desperately beat the ground or trees every time, rolling on the ground and painfully tearing off the clothes and flesh of her body. She would even tear off a large portion of her skin, but she would still not be able to endure this inhumane pain.

He endured until the 99th year. Bi Huan searched through the surrounding countries, Divine Feather Nation, Mo Hu Nation, Damon Nation, Xiang Nation, and Qingfeng Country. The war between the immortals and the demons had already begun. The two hundred thousand soldiers that were hoarded in Jin Ping City had all been destroyed, and all their supplies were damaged. Thus, the demon race quickly broke through the 26th line of defense.

There were large and small nations, but even the smallest country had a circumference of millions of miles. To be able to find all of them within a hundred years, Bi Huan had to put his life on the line.

Perhaps it was dying soon, Bi Huan had already given up. In the last few days, the signs of poison was even more obvious, Bi Huan was getting thinner and thinner, and her spirit energy was running out. With just this step, perhaps fate had brought her to this desolate Sand Creek village and reunited with Xing Qian … No, it should be said that they had met. After all, the two of them had never met face to face again.

When Xing Qian saw Bi Huan, he felt as if he had seen the brutal slaughter of the innocent citizens of Gold Level City. His expression changed, and he staggered backward a few steps before finally coming to a halt.

”What's the matter, sir?”

Xing Qian had never revealed his name, so everyone called him old teacher. This was how he had been called for a hundred years. Now that he was in such a situation, everyone's eyes filled with worry.

”No worries, all of you go out first. I will save this person.”

Since Xing Qian had already spoken, everyone left without hesitation. The only ones left behind were Xing Qian and Bi Huan.

Xing Qian let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at Bi Huan. Once again, he let out a heavy sigh, then extended a finger and placed it inside Bi Huan's dantian.

However, when Xing Gan's finger touched Bi Huan's skin, it actually turned into thousands of tiny branches and entered his skin. Yet not a single drop of blood flowed out. It was truly miraculous.

After a long time, he withdrew his finger with a grave expression on his face and condensed a ball of spirit energy into Bi Huan's forehead. When he saw Bi Huan's expression gradually improve and the wrinkles on his forehead fade away, he returned to his previous handsome and unrestrained appearance. However, his hair was in disarray and his clothes were tattered, so it had nothing to do with being confident.

Moments later, Bi Huan coughed lightly and woke up. Looking at the white-bearded old man with a kind face, Bi Huan opened his mouth weakly, ”Am I dead …”

”Young man, not yet. Besides, you won't die.”

”Hehe, you won't die?” Bi Huan laughed self-deprecatingly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ”I also hope that I won't die. That way, I'll have enough time to find out who the real culprit is.”

”Is the truth really that important?”

”Yes!” Bi Huan spoke resolutely without the slightest hesitation. ”For my dignity, I must find the truth!”

”Sigh …” Xing Qian sighed and sat down on a nearby bamboo chair. ”Now that you've found the truth, what else can you do?” he asked sadly.