C10 Trial

The old man seemed to have already guessed the answer. After hearing my words, he nodded and went to the counter to get something.

I didn't say anything more and directly went upstairs. I sat on the bed and patiently waited for him.

A few minutes later, the old man came in with a wooden carved tray.

The tray was not very large, but there were quite a few random things placed on it. Other than the copper jar containing the Fallen Scoundrel, there was also a bamboo tube as thick as a cup.

The rest were nothing but hemostats and cotton balls, and a very old looking knife.

The knife looked special. It must be quite old. It didn't feel like a modern thing.

The hilt was made of wood, and if you looked closely, you would see patterns on it that I could not understand.

The blade was only as long as a toothpick, and even a bit shorter. It was a bit like a carpentry knife, looking very thin.

While I was studying the knife, the old man suddenly walked in, reached out to take the knife away, then told me to take off my clothes and lay down peacefully on the bed.

As if the old man was worried, he quietly explained the situation to me again.

"Remember, you have to endure no matter how painful it is during this period of time. You can't make any sound or faint, or else don't even think about entering the industry."

I seriously nodded my head to show that I knew what was going on. Then, I obediently laid down on the bed. My heart was beating extremely fast.

He didn't know how much pain the old man was talking about …

"I have been spoiling you since you were young. I don't want to make you suffer, and I don't want to make you suffer as well. In the end, you brat, you still have to look for trouble …"

The old man sighed as he spoke, lifting the bamboo tube from the tray.

The tube was filled with what seemed to be liquid. The old man used a hemostatic forceps to hold the cotton ball and dipped it in the liquid. After he pulled it out, the cotton ball completely turned dark green.

In a split-second, a strange smell filled the room. It smelled like Chinese medicine, and smelled pretty good.

The old man didn't say anything. He held the green cotton ball and smeared it on my left wrist.

"Master, what is this?" I couldn't help but ask.

"A hemostatic." The old man said evasively as he picked up the knife and asked, "Are you ready?"

I looked at the sharp knife and nodded my head nervously, not daring to even breathe.

As if nothing had happened, the old man used his knife and gestured a few times at my meridian point, and then suddenly slashed with all his might.

It had to be said that although this blade looked small, it was surprisingly sharp.

I didn't feel any pain at all. Almost in an instant, the old man had a small cut on his meridian.

But strangely, after the flesh was cut open, there was no blood that flowed out. It was only limited to the area of the wound where there was blood, and no longer spread outwards as if it had solidified.

While I was still in a daze, the old man suddenly raised his hand and took out a piece of evil spirit from the jar with the hemostatic pincer. He looked at me with a pained expression and said, "unicorn, endure it."

I always thought the operation the old man said he was going to do would at most bury the sinners in the flesh and sew them up.

But what I never thought of was that these sinners didn't even need to be sewn together!

The moment it touched the wound, the Fallen Scorpion seemed to have absorbed a bit of water and began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its size increased by more than two times.

When the old man let go of the hemostatic forceps, it was as if it had found food, as if it had come alive, and drilled into my wound.

In the next second, three inches above my pulse, a large lump of flesh bulges out.

At this point, it did not hurt. It felt like a cup of warm water had been poured onto a wound, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Within seconds, however, my wrist began to itch.

This itch was an itch that ran from his bones to his flesh.

It was like there were thousands of bugs crawling in my arms, and I wanted to tear them apart to relieve the itch.

"That's not right …" Didn't the old gramps say that it hurts … " I gritted my teeth, not daring to make a single sound. I could only scream in my heart as I desperately endured this strange itch. "How did this become an itch?!"

Without waiting for me to understand, I felt as if my entire wrist had been smashed by someone, and without any warning, it started to hurt.

How itchy the itch had been, how painful it was now.

I finally understood the intention behind the old man's repeated instructions. The excruciating pain was not something that a human could endure.

I almost subconsciously opened my mouth to scream, but just as I opened my mouth, I saw the old man's pampering gaze and forcefully swallowed the scream.

What did he mean by living a life worse than death?

This is a living example!

"Old? There are still sixteen sinners, can you hold on?" the old man asked me.

I didn't utter a word. I didn't even dare to open my mouth. I could only tightly shut it, afraid that I would scream out miserably the moment I opened my mouth.

When the old man saw that I didn't react, he sighed and directly slashed at the vein on my right hand, imitating what he had just done.

After that, the old man buried twelve sinners in succession under my feet, my dantian, my chest, my shoulders, my earlobes, and the joints of my legs and arms.

Looking at the 12 meat buns bulging out from my body, I was in a daze from the pain. If I had fainted from the pain, I really couldn't say for sure.

I might have fainted one second, but I woke up in pain the next.

In any case, at that time, I couldn't think of anything at all. It was like a paste, and my perception of time was fuzzy to the extreme.

"Sure …" The old man suddenly opened his mouth, his tone full of surprise: "You little brat, you can actually hold on to this extent … This is way beyond my imagination! "

I was so angry that I was crying. Everyone, don't think that I was exaggerating.

When I heard the old tutor's words, the emotions that I had been able to control earlier crumbled in an instant.

Pain is one thing, but the thing that I can't stand the most is the old man's shocked expression.

More than you can imagine?!

If I die in this bed, won't it make sense to you?

"Cry, as long as you don't cry." The old man smacked his lips, "The last three sinners have to be buried behind your back. Hurry up and turn your body over, I'll quickly put them in and try to end it as soon as possible."

As soon as he said that, he stretched out his hand to help me turn over.

Using the strength of the old man's hand, I managed to turn my body over. In the process, I felt as if all the bones in my body were about to break apart.

When I turned over my shoulder, I saw that the sheets were soaked with my sweat.

To put it bluntly, the sheets were as wet as if I'd wet them.

A few minutes later, the old man suddenly patted my head and said, "It's done. The seventeen of them are all finished. Just hold on for a while longer. After they have been completely absorbed by you, everything will be over."

I nodded, not daring to make too much of a move. I clenched my teeth with all my might and prayed that the time would pass quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside of the window had darkened. My consciousness became clearer and clearer, unlike the initial absent-mindedness.

Suddenly, the old man roared in excitement, almost scared me to the point of peeing my pants.

"Done!"

Before I could react, the old man suddenly extended his hand and slapped the back of my head. "unicorn! Hurry and get up! It's over! "

"Oh no …" Done? " I didn't move, I didn't even have the strength to get up. I asked the old man slowly, "Don't set a trap for me … "It's not a bad rule for me to speak now …"

"You're just a kid!" I'll give you a f * cking set! " The old tutor scolded snappily, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

I smiled, gritted my teeth, and almost struggled to roll over, looking at my body.

At this moment, the flesh on my body has already disappeared. The wounds that were buried in the Fallen Scorpion's body mysteriously closed, and only a single trace of blood could be seen.

"I …" I didn't scream, right? " I cautiously asked, "Have I passed?"

When the old man looked at me, his expression was a bit complicated, like gratification, but also like disappointment.

"I passed."

After saying that, he sighed. He didn't seem as happy as before and lightly patted my head.

"From now on, you will be the one to carry the banner of the Shen family …"