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But Fan Yu's dagger failed to contact the drop of blood immediately as expected.

His heart sank, thinking that something was about to go wrong, but his arm only faltered for a moment, and he was able to move again immediately. In the flash of lightning, he didn't even have time to observe what was happening. He relied on muscle instinct to move the trajectory of the dagger to the lower left, and almost caught the drop of blood - almost licking up against the black mist.

Yes, the mist moved, and it couldn't restrain its greed. It slowly and cautiously swam towards the thorn gap in Qin Jian's wound, unwilling to let go of the delicious food that was almost to his mouth, and finally showed up at the last moment. Headed.

But it failed to gain new vitality as it wished, and the evil soul that finally showed up hesitated and was about to retract its head.

"Don't stop!" Qin Jian lowered his voice, unable to let go of this opportunity. Fan Yu also realized that the tiny bit of frustration in his arm just now was caused by Qin Jian.

Fortunately, Guan Zihe was always sober. Almost at the same time as Qin Jian spoke, a cold light flashed in her hand, and there was still only a drop of blood.

The mist smelled the breath of life. It no longer hesitated, but flourished upward like a plant eager to be nourished by the sun, rain and dew.

The dagger still blocked the drop of blood, and the time control was much more subtle than the last time. The black mist had almost touched the nutrients that made his soul tremble, and the next drop of blood fell again.

It expanded upwards faster, not just upwards, but even extended to the left, right, and front, seeming to form some kind of picture. Fan Yu and Guan Zihe were so focused on one black and one red that they didn't pay attention, but Qin Jian's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

The blood was intercepted again.

The black mist is a primitive and surly thing. It acts on instinct. The moment of caution is just a disguise. Now it has reached its limit. After repeated teasing and the desire for blood, the animal forgot the previous lesson and became domineering again. Furious, it burst out from the wound and headed towards Fan Yu and Guan Zihe with bared teeth and claws.

"coming!"

"careful!"

"and many more!"

The three people spoke almost at the same time, and this time, Fan Yu took the lead. He held Guan Zihe behind him with one hand and retreated quickly. He held a dagger in the other hand and stabbed the charging beast's head three times. He aimed at the beast's eyes and its bloody mouth, and the knife cut to the bone.

After three strikes, the giant beast fell to the ground, the mist began to disperse, and Fan Yu also realized something was wrong.

"What's going on?" He took two steps back in confusion, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Fan Yu didn't realize until this moment that the shape of the giant beast was clearly a giant dragon - Panlong Mirror. He thought of Qin Jian's true body.

"Uncle Qin..."

"Teacher Qin!"

Guan Zihe did not hesitate, pushed Fan Yu away, flew forward, and grabbed Qin Jian's hand. The huge pain began to bite back, and blood snaked down from Qin Jian's arm. He could hardly move his body, but the giant dragon was also severely injured at this moment, lying on the ground dying, trying hard to shrink into Qin Jian's body.

Its life seems to be bound to Qin Jian's life.

"Kill it." Qin Jian said in a deep voice.

If they are one body, if the consequence of killing this evil aura is to take away your own life at the same time, then it is even more important to kill it. Because no one can tell how long they can control this mist. Once it takes over in their bodies, it will be too late.

"This is the last chance." Qin Jian said to Fan Yu in a hoarse voice.

But Fan Yu didn't dare. For the first time in his life, he was so cowardly that he couldn't even pick up his dagger. He can risk his own life, and he has done so in the face of every crisis in history - what does it mean to be beheaded today? Starting a business is hard and full of battles. Here I go to Quantai to recruit old men, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners - but the person in front of me is Uncle Qin, who always has an indifferent expression on his face, and will not blink even if the sky falls. He is so powerful that it seems that nothing in the world can hurt him. Uncle Qin, the Uncle Qin who saved him from fire and water many times and fought side by side with him through mountains and fires, who made people feel at ease as long as he was there; the Uncle Qin who suddenly changed from a rigid and serious old Chaofeng to a young man, began to hesitate and struggle, With lust, love, and the fireworks of the world, Uncle Qin couldn't do it.

"Do it!" Qin Jian tried his best to make the last sound. The black mist was also struggling, and its tail had begun to retract.

Fan Yu didn't move, but Guan Zihe let go of Qin Jian's hand, turned around, and her finger touched the dagger.

Little Hand jumped off the ground to protect his master.

"Hiss." The icy coldness invaded from her fingertips and froze Guan Zihe's entire arm, but she actually resisted and did not let go.

"What are you doing? It's dangerous!" Fan Yu was awakened by the girl's actions and tried to grab the dagger. But before he could reach the two of them, he heard a roar, and the surrounding air began to tremble. An invisible force gathered in the consulting room, and the scream changed from sharp to high-pitched, and finally turned into a wolf howl.

"Guan Zihe..." Fan Yu saw pieces of white cloth belonging to the doctor flying, hair covering his bare skin, sharp knife-like claws piercing his fingertips, the cloth falling, and a pair of green eyes staring at him faintly. The eyes of a wolf had the same cold undertone as Guan Zihe's, but they aroused the passion that had just extinguished in Fan Yu's heart.

He stopped and held his breath.

The cold energy of the dagger retreated, and Guan Zihe, who had transformed into a wolf shape, held the dagger tighter and slashed at the black mist that was escaping to safety without hesitation. He raised the knife and dropped it without hesitation.

The black mist twisted and fled like crazy, trying to launch a final blow, but the mist that had been weakened for several rounds was no match for the wolf girl. She did not stop, slashing at the retreat of the mist with her knife, forcing the mist to go towards The front moved, the breath gradually died out, and the screams disappeared without a trace.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground again, and a feeling of weakness came over her like a tide. Her little hand immediately climbed onto the body in front of her and nestled against her neck.

Looking at Qin Jian again, his eyes were closed, his arms were dripping with blood, and there was no color on his face. He was so fragile that he would disappear into the air if a gust of wind blew by.

Fan Yu cautiously took two steps forward and put his fingers under Qin Jian's nose. He felt a slight warmth, and his tense face finally showed some expression.

"Uncle Qin."

"It's okay, Doctor Guan..." Qin Jian's voice was broken.

"I'm fine, too." The voice was rough and weak. Bones were rebuilt, muscles contracted, claws melted, and hair faded, gradually revealing the texture of human skin. Guan Zihe's body seemed to have had all its power drained away, leaving only a hollow look. skeleton.

"Doctor Guan is tired." Fan Yu averted his eyes and turned around with self-reproach.

"I'm fine." Guan Zihe said again, his voice returning to its original tone. She picked up a coat from the hanger behind her desk and wrapped it around her body. When he came to the two of them again, his face had become clearer, and his eyes had returned to their previous black with a gray undertone, still hiding a hint of coldness.

She came to sit next to Qin Jian and raised Qin Jian's injured arm again. The blood had already soaked the tablecloth on the table. His slender fingers followed the wounds under the bloodstains and examined them one by one. The wounds were torn and fleshy, more terrifying than before, but Guan Zihe actually showed a smile on his face: "No more, all those black auras have disappeared."

"This is... good news, right?" Fan Yu still breathed out. Ever since he discovered that the mist could turn into a dragon, Fan Yu has never been able to feel completely at ease.

"At least the wound can heal. Let me help you stop the bleeding first." Guan Zihe said as he came to the medicine cabinet, took out a jar of mud-like medicine, and smeared it on Qin Jian's arm without hesitation, covering almost his entire arm. It was sealed, and the fishy smell also covered up the original fragrance that filled the clinic room.

Fan Yu frowned, but at this time he always wanted to express some opinions but did not speak.

Fortunately, the medicine looked dirty and smelled bad, but when applied to the wound, it was refreshing and cooling. The burning sensation on Qin Jian's arm disappeared quickly, and he felt relaxed.

"I'm going to change clothes first, don't move my arms, and I'll remove the medicine later." Guan Zihe said, walking out of the room barefoot, the door was gently closed behind her by a small hand, and finally only Fan Yu and Qin were left in the room. Learn from two people.

"Uncle Qin," Fan Yu hesitated, but spoke first, "How do you feel?" "The wound is itchy and it seems to be healing."

"You know that's not what I asked."

Qin Jian was silent. He pursed his lips into a straight line, seeming to be thinking about how to answer.

"That dragon, what do you think is going on?" Fan Yu did not pursue the question, but changed the question.

"I think many of the things we discussed before can be further speculated on. The person who hurt me was not the lens maker, but another me."

"So, you think that dragon comes from the Panlong Mirror itself?"

Qin Jian nodded.

"But I've never seen you use dragon form before."

Qin Jian shook his head again: "Before this, I didn't know that I still had such abilities. I never thought about what was behind the mirror. This must be my lost memory."

"After today, do you think of anything?"

"No," Qin Jian still shook his head, "Besides, it seems that I can't summon the Mirror Gallery."

"what?"

"What Doctor Guan kills may not be just another person's dragon."

"What should we do?" Fan Yu panicked when his premonition came true.

Qin Jian regained his old temperament, and looked like he was letting others get stronger: "It will be fine after some time. He can turn his anger into a dragon and hurt me, which shows that this dragon is a renewable resource. Now I suffered a backlash, and he will definitely not be well off either. I think there will be a period of calm for us to recuperate."

"Really?"

Qin Jian almost rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore. Seeing his indifferent look, Fan Yu felt a stone fall in his heart - I am really the first victim of PUA in the workplace.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, and the door was opened. Guan Zihe, wearing a white robe, walked in expressionlessly. Fan Yu swallowed the words that rolled to his lips.

"That's almost it. What do you think, Teacher Qin?"

"There's almost no weight on my arms anymore."

"It should be time, let me help you remove the medicine." Guan Zihe said, taking out a very small silver instrument from the medicine box, shaped like a small hammer, and gently tapped the medicine that had become hard. shell.

"Hey, what kind of medicine is this? How can it be the same process as making a beggar's chicken?"

With his mind settled, Fan Yu could no longer hold back his complaints. The other two people in the room were used to his nonsense and didn't speak. They saw that the medicine that had just wrapped Qin Jian's arm like dirt cracked as Guan Zihe tapped, and the cracks spread around the tapping point. As he pulled away, there was a squeaking sound, and the cracked medicine peeled off, revealing Qin Jian's intact arm.

Fan Yu couldn't help but go up and touch it: "Wow, it's amazing, it's as delicate as a baby."

Guan Zihe pretended not to hear, and carefully inspected the arm that was still bloody and bloody just now. The skin had healed, leaving only a slight light pink line, and it was no longer serious.

"never mind."

"There is something wrong, how can it be okay?" Fan Yu sat down on the sofa carelessly and crossed his legs. "The mirror gallery cannot be opened. How can we get back from this isolated island?"

"The mirror corridor can't be opened?" Guan Zihe said, grabbing Qin Jianzheng's hand that was about to retract, and before checking again, he said, "Teacher Qin's reaction seems to be much slower."

"It's normal to recover from a serious illness."

"I don't think so."

"What about from a doctor's perspective?"

Guan Zihe grabbed Qin Jian's arm and looked carefully up and down for a long time, but still couldn't find anything wrong, so he had to give up: "Is it because I got rid of that dragon?"

"If the dragon is still there, there will be endless troubles. What Doctor Guan did was the right thing, don't worry." Qin Jian looked at the sad look on the cold face and added, "What's more, what we just did cost ourselves eight hundred and hurt the enemy at least eight hundred." One thousand, I think it’s worth it.”

Qin Jian's words of comfort fell in the room, a little dry, and Guan Zihe was in a bad mood. In the unbearable silence, Fan Yu had no choice but to find a topic: "Then I ask Director Deng to send a ship to pick us up?"

"Sorry, Director Deng."

"What about you?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Okay." Hearing this, Fan Yu lowered his head and started tinkering with his phone.

"But what if something strange happens again recently?" Guan Zihe was still worried and couldn't help but ask.

"Doctor Guan's skills just now were amazing," Qin Jian smiled, "What's more, we have He Si now. When it comes to martial arts, she is no worse than me."

A blush suddenly appeared on Guan Zihe's expressionless face, as if she was shy. It was obvious that Qin Jian's praise greatly benefited her. She lowered her head and thought for a while, then whispered: "How about we find that person."

"Which person?" Fan Yu looked up from his phone, with a look of curiosity mixed with gossip, "Is there anyone among your friends that I don't know?"

"During the treatment, I discovered that the violent energy has an unusual persistence in blood," Guan Zihe did not answer Fan Yu's question and continued talking to himself, "Although Teacher Qin's injury was healed, his ability suddenly disappeared. It is suspected that something strange may be related to blood."

"Doctor Guan want to find him?"

"Yeah." Guan Zihe lowered his head again, his voice so low that it seemed as if he would be swallowed up by the air at any time.

A rare joking smile appeared on Lao Chaofeng's face. The young man's bright eyes flashed, and then he cleared his throat and said lovingly: "I agree, but if you want to invite him over, it's best to ask Doctor Guan to speak."