Chapter 27 - 18
Under the watchful eyes of the other two people in the room, the Daoist man picked up the bowl of water, bent his waist, and slowly drank it. His appearance didn't seem like a good rain after a long drought. On the contrary, it seemed like he was hesitating and on guard.
At the same time he drank it, Xie Lian heard a clear 'gulp', 'gulp' sound, as if water was being poured into an empty jar.
In that instant, his heart became as bright as snow. Grabbing the other's hand, he said, "Don't drink anymore."
The Daoist man's hand trembled as he looked at Xie Lian in bewilderment. Xie Lian smiled and said, "It's useless even if you drink, isn't it?"
Hearing this, the Daoist man's complexion changed. His other hand unsheathed the iron sword at his waist and stabbed towards Xie Lian's face. Xie Lian stood still and raised his hand. With a 'dang' sound, he lightly flicked away the edge of the sword. The Daoist man saw that Xie Lian was still tightly holding his hand and clenched his teeth. Xie Lian only felt his arm suddenly deflate like a deflated ball. With a 'chi' sound, it broke free from Xie Lian's grasp. As soon as the Daoist man broke free, he fled towards the door. Xie Lian wasn't in a hurry. In this kind of place where there were no external obstructions, even if the Daoist man escaped another ten feet, Ruoxie would still be able to drag him back. Unexpectedly, just as he raised his wrist, an extremely sharp sound of something breaking through the air passed by his side.
That sound was as if someone had shot a sharp arrow from behind him, directly piercing through the Daoist man's abdomen and nailing him to the door. Xie Lian focused his eyes and saw that it was actually a bamboo chopstick.
He turned his head to look and saw that San Lang had calmly stood up from the table. Brushing past him, San Lang pulled out the bamboo chopstick and waved it in front of Xie Lian's face a few times before saying, "It's dirty. I'll throw it later. "
As for the Daoist man who had suffered such a heavy injury, he actually didn't cry out in pain at all. Instead, he silently leaned against the door and slowly slid down. What flowed out of his abdomen wasn't blood, but clear water.
It was precisely the bowl of water he had just drunk.
The two of them squatted down beside the Daoist. Xie Lian pressed on the wound and felt that the wound was like a punctured balloon. Cold air was leaking out, and the 'corpse' of the Daoist was also gradually changing. Just now, he was clearly a burly man, but now he seemed to have shrunk a size. His face and limbs were somewhat shriveled, and they were still shrinking. He looked like a small old man.
Xie Lian replied, "It's an empty shell."