Even a God Can't Save Him? A Drop of Demonic Blood Reverses Life and Death!

The young apprentice was still babbling on and on, his spittle almost hitting Zhou Ran's face, his triangular eyes filled with disdain.

"If you don't get out of here, I'll have someone throw you down the mountain to feed the dogs!"

"Don't you even look where you are...?"

His words came to an abrupt end.

A long, strong hand suddenly gripped his entire face.

"Noisy."

Zhou Ran's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable coldness.

He exerted a slight force on his wrist.

The young apprentice didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was slammed hard against the fire hydrant box at the end of the corridor, like a tattered sack.

The metal box was dented and the glass was shattered.

The boy's body slumped to the ground, his fate unknown.

The corridor fell into an instant silence.

Zhou Ran clapped his hands, then raised his foot and kicked the tightly closed, heavy mahogany door.

"boom!"

The gate suddenly swung open inwards.

A thick, nauseating fumes hit me, making it almost impossible to open my eyes.

The ward was filled with smoke.

At the bedside, an elderly man with a goatee was sweating profusely, holding a silver needle that gleamed with an eerie light, and tremblingly tried to pierce the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head of the old man Xiao.

He was the "successor of Guiguzi," Master Bian, who was invited from Beijing.

"stop!"

Upon seeing her grandfather's condition, Xiao Hongli let out a shrill cry of alarm.

The old man on the hospital bed had an eerie golden-purple complexion, and his chest was heaving violently.

Each breath emitted a hissing sound like a broken bellows, and even wisps of black blood seeped from its seven orifices.

This isn't treating an illness; it's clearly killing someone!

Master Bian was so startled by the exclamation that his wrist trembled, and the silver needle missed its mark by half an inch.

He turned around abruptly, his cloudy old eyes flashing with furious rage.

"Who let you in!"

"I am at a critical moment in my life, undergoing acupuncture to prolong my life. If I disturb your presence and cause any harm to Elder Xiao, can you bear the responsibility?"

"A crucial moment?"

Zhou Ran sneered. He moved swiftly and appeared in front of the bed like a ghost. His two fingers moved with lightning speed and precisely clamped down on Master Bian's wrist, which was about to fall.

"If you keep stabbing him, this old man will really be beyond saving."

Master Bian struggled violently, only to be horrified to find that the other person's fingers were like red-hot iron clamps, locking his wrist tightly and making it impossible for him to move an inch.

His old face turned a deep purplish-red as he sternly rebuked him.

"You little brat, what do you know!"

"What I am using is the long-lost 'Seven Star Needles Against Heaven,' seizing the power of heaven and earth to defy the heavens and prolong Elder Xiao's life!"

"The Heaven-Defying Seven-Star Needle?"

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Zhou Ran's lips.

"I think it's more like the 'Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Nails'."

Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his other hand moved like a phantom, brushing across the silver needles that had already been inserted into the acupoints.

hum!

Several silver needles seemed to be struck by an invisible force, emitting a piercing tremor, before being forcefully blasted away and deeply embedded in the solid wood wall behind them, their tails still shaking wildly.

"You...you dare to destroy my needle array!"

Master Bian was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Zhou Ran, and his lips were shaking.

"Your acupuncture technique, while seemingly stimulating potential, is actually burning through his lifespan and depleting his last breath."

"After this set of acupuncture treatments, he will indeed wake up, but it will only be a brief moment of lucidity before death."

"Even a divine being couldn't save him within three days."

Zhou Ran let go, not even bothering to wipe it on his clothes, his disgust was palpable.

"Nonsense!"

Master Bian roared, his voice trembling with fear, but his eyes kept darting around.

He was absolutely right.

He couldn't cure Xiao Zhenguo's strange illness at all.

He only wanted to use this ruthless method to wake the old man up for a moment so that he could take the exorbitant consultation fee promised by the Song family and run away immediately.

What does it matter to him whether the patient lives or dies?

"Get out of here and watch, learn what medicine is."

Zhou Ran ignored the clown and turned to face the hospital bed.

In his mind, Ye Futian's voice rang out.

"Tsk tsk, this isn't an illness, it's a Gu, and a rather rare one at that, the 'Soul-Devouring Gu'."

"I can tell."

Zhou Ran responded in his heart.

He reached out and ripped open the hospital gown on Old Master Xiao's chest.

On the old man's gaunt chest, a thick mass of black energy lingered, and beneath his skin, something seemed to be slowly wriggling, outlining a hideous and terrifying shape.

"The lineage of the Demonic Physician uses poison to fight poison and violence to control violence."

"Boy, I'll borrow your life essence to show him what true defying fate is!"

Zhou Ran's gaze sharpened, and he slashed his right index finger across his left palm.

The wound appeared, but no blood dripped.

A drop of dark red blood, enveloped by his spiritual power, slowly floated in his palm, exuding an eerie and domineering aura.

"rise!"

Zhou Ran gave a low shout and flicked his finger.

The drop of blood essence transformed into a bloodline, precisely imprinted on the center of the black aura on Old Master Xiao's chest.

Sizzle—!

A loud bang, like boiling oil being poured onto ice, rang out.

The precious orchid in the room withered, turned yellow, and turned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The previously unconscious Old Master Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman.

His body convulsed violently on the bed, as if he were enduring the cruelest torture in the world.

"grandfather!"

Xiao Hongli felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and she could no longer control herself, so she lunged forward.

"Don't move!"

Chen Ya grabbed her tightly, her peach blossom eyes now filled with solemnity.

She stared at Zhou Ran's retreating figure and said, word by word, "Trust him!"

Zhou Ran's hands moved so fast they were barely visible, frantically pressing on various acupoints all over the old man's body. Each finger landed with a faint trace of black energy, instantly sealing off all possible escape routes for the Gu worms.

"Get out here!"

Zhou Ran formed his five fingers into a claw and made a grasping motion towards the old man's chest from a distance!

puff!

The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.

The black blood fell onto the expensive carpet, causing wisps of blue smoke to rise and corrode into pits.

In the center of that pool of black blood, a beetle, entirely black with strange human face patterns on its back, was struggling desperately, emitting a sharp hiss.

"Devouring... Soul-Devouring Gu!"

Master Bian, who had been slumped on the ground, was so terrified when he saw the insect that he felt a sudden heat in his crotch and urinated.

This is an extremely dangerous object recorded in ancient books. Once it enters the body, it will devour one's vital energy and spirit, and death is inevitable!

Zhou Ran's eyes were icy, and a cluster of dark purple demonic fire flicked from his fingertips.

The worm let out a scream like a baby crying, and was instantly burned to ashes.

As the Gu worms were destroyed, the golden-purple color on Old Master Xiao's face quickly faded, and his breathing miraculously became steady.

Zhou Ran let out a long sigh of relief, his body swaying almost imperceptibly.

This "Demonic Blood Transformation" technique consumes a great deal of energy.

"Open the window and throw away all that trashy incense."

Zhou Ran gave an order and walked to the window.

Xiao Hongli had already rushed to the bedside, holding her grandfather's hand, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Ya handed over a handkerchief and said softly, "You've worked hard."

Zhou Ran wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, but his eyes became incredibly deep.

"This Gu worm is the work of the Wuji Sect."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ya's beautiful eyes narrowed.

"Wuji Gate?"

Why did they target the old man?

"For the port."

Zhou Ran looked out the window at the endless river view, his tone chilling.

"The deep-water port held by the Xiao family is the throat of Jiangcheng and even the entire Southeast Province."

The Song family wanted to transport goods from the north to the south and open up overseas channels, making this port a crucial location.

The Wuji Sect needs substantial financial backing to infiltrate the secular world, and the Song family is their financial backer.

"So, they hit it off immediately."

"Kill the old man, support that good-for-nothing Xiao Changfeng to take over, and the port will fall into their hands without bloodshed."

Chen Ya felt a chill run down her spine.

Just then, a weak cough came from the hospital bed.

"water……"

Xiao Zhenguo has woken up.

Chen Ya reacted quickly and immediately brought over warm water.

Xiao Hongli carefully moistened the old man's lips with a cotton swab.

People become shrewd with age.

Xiao Zhenguo's cloudy eyes struggled to move, his gaze shifting from his granddaughter's face to the young man standing with his hands behind his back by the window, his expression indifferent.

While he was unconscious, he remembered clearly the domineering force that had forcibly pulled him back from the boundless darkness.

"Was it this...young friend, who saved me?"