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The eight skills in Jiang Yuan's body were circulated crazily, constantly accumulating strength. Although he had practiced for a short time, he was still a little bit behind. But when ordinary people were unprepared, it would undoubtedly cause great damage. Jiang Yuan glanced at Ling Xiu slightly. This man who was desperately holding him hostage had completely lost his usual rationality, kindness, demeanor, and kindness. Instead, he was impatient because of a strong desire to survive. "Take off the blindfold quickly. The people of the Ryan family must have given you a way to save your life!" Ling Xiu almost roared. "I don't want the things you promised me. I just want to live now!"

"The things you said are worth millions of New Era coins, so I came here with you. Who knew this would happen? I want to live, and I can't care about anything else!"

Ling Xiu stared at Schubert with his eyes wide open. At this moment, he only saw Schubert's eye mask. The direct descendants of the hidden family must have means to protect themselves.

At present, the evil emperor's power has expanded incredibly for unknown reasons, and it is simply beyond human power to contend with.

Ling Xiu's heart also gradually began to feel like it was tightly grasped by a big hand, and his breathing began to become rapid.

He clearly felt that his blood flow had slowed down significantly, and a dark green gas was spreading in his body.

If he did nothing and took no action, his fate would be exactly the same as that of the tragically dead wine seller and those dead nuns.

The only life-saving straw was to threaten Schubert to save himself at all costs.

There must be something special in his eye mask that can save his life.

Although it is still unknown whether he can escape in the end, at least he can avoid dying at this moment.

To survive is the bottom line of being a human being.

Without a higher belief, many people will be exposed in front of the bottom line.

Schubert said calmly: "What you spiritual practitioners pay most attention to is practice, and practice is to cultivate your state of mind. Don't you think you are bringing shame to your companions in your current state? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

When Ling Xiu heard this, he was so angry that he cursed: "It's not you who is dying, of course you can stand on the moral high ground and accuse me here."

"Besides, why is it me? Why must I die first, instead of you? Why?"

It's not the lack of people that is worrying, but the inequality of people.

At the moment when Ling Xiu was about to die, he deeply felt the meaning of these six words.

Why must I die first?

Being alive means hope.

Living one more minute or one more second is good, at least there is one more hope.

But, why should I die first?

In his lifelong practice, he clearly told himself that all lives are equal.

But the current situation clearly tells him that his life is inferior to others.

Why?

I also want to live, is there anything wrong with that?

"It's unfair, it's unfair!" Ling Xiu scolded.

"Since God is not fair, of course I have to take the initiative to fight for the opportunity to live. I did nothing wrong, I must have done nothing wrong!"

Seeing that he had fallen into a state of madness and unreasonableness, Schubert couldn't help biting his lower lip.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan said coldly: "Everyone has the desire to fight for survival. I understand you, but I also have the desire to live, so please die first."

Ling Xiu's original attention and full mind were all on Schubert.

Jiang Yuan's sudden cold words made him stunned. Before he could think about the meaning of Jiang Yuan's words, Jiang Yuan had already moved. His two fingers were like two sharp knives, easily cutting his hands that bound him. Then, Jiang Yuan clenched his fists, raised the strength accumulated from the Eight Parts of Kung Fu, and punched Ling Xiu's heart. Bang. Just like a boiling kettle reaching its limit, a sound of the kettle breaking slowly sounded. All these actions were smooth and were completed in an instant. Before Ling Xiu even turned his mind to Jiang Yuan, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was hit by an extremely sharp drill.

The head was hit hard.

Then, the invisible hand of the evil emperor tightly enveloped his heart, and the shadow of death completely fell on his head.

Ling Xiu's eyes were filled with unwillingness, surprise, disbelief... The pupils of various emotions intertwined gradually dispersed.

The evil emperor's methods were cruel, and with Jiang Yuan's sudden attack, Ling Xiu was killed directly under the blessing of double pressure.

Although Ling Xiu also has his own methods, they are all spiritual. Although he has practiced his physical body, his strength is not strong after all.

After all, he is just a mortal, not the kind of person who practices the indestructible outer door kung fu. He was hit by Jiang Yuan's fist containing the Eight Parts of Kung Fu at such a close distance. The consequences can be imagined.

"You..." Schubert opened his mouth slightly, feeling a little incredible.

"So you are so talented and yet you have such a skill."

Looking at the corpse of Ling Xiu on the ground, Schubert couldn't help but think more highly of Jiang Yuan.

This Ling Xiu is not an ordinary person. He found him through many channels and ways.

If this Ling Xiu were to use all his methods, it would be very difficult to deal with him.

But under Jiang Yuan's sudden attack, he solved the problem quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Schubert looked at Jiang Yuan with more appreciation, which made him more determined to subdue Jiang Yuan and make him join his team.

Jiang Yuan looked at Ling Xiu's corpse and shook his head silently.

To be honest, Jiang Yuan didn't hate Ling Xiu from the bottom of his heart.

It was just because Ling Xiu was threatened with death at this moment, and under the huge pressure, he showed his ugly appearance and despised him a little.

Before that, in front of the bodies of the barmaids and nuns, the spiritual practitioner piously chanted scriptures for the dead.

Jiang Yuan still had some good feelings for his behavior. After all, the dead are the greatest, and those who are willing to respect the dead are still worthy of respect.

But many things, once they happen to you, often expose their true side.

If the dead person is someone else, you can be kind and chant scriptures for others to help them pass away. It will naturally not take much effort and you can also win a good reputation.

But if the dead person is yourself... I am afraid that many people will inevitably be unwilling and will involuntarily look for every opportunity to survive.

Jiang Yuan put his hands together, smiled at Ling Xiu's body and said, "It's a pity that everyone wants to live, and I am no exception."

"Although you are despicable, you just want to live."

Schubert breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad you're okay. Let's leave here quickly."

Jiang Yuan nodded, and when he was about to leave, he subconsciously took a closer look at Ling Xiu's body.

But it would have been better if he didn't look at it. After taking a closer look, he immediately made a new discovery.

"What are these milky white lights?" Jiang Yuan was slightly surprised.

Jiang Yuan clearly saw that a layer of milky white light visible to the naked eye appeared on Ling Xiu's body.

Schubert explained: "People like them who have devout faith in some mysterious gods will have this phenomenon after death."

Jiang Yuan grasped the key to the problem and asked: "What mysterious gods?"

Schubert shook his head and said: "I will explain it to you in detail after we are safe."

Jiang Yuan was silent. It was indeed not a good time to negotiate. After all, the threat of the evil emperor was approaching at any time.

Since Ling Xiu was also dead, it was obviously his turn or Schubert's turn next.

The most critical problem was that even if the two of them left the island, they didn't know whether the evil emperor would come to hunt them down.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and just wanted to take a few deep breaths to boost his spirits, but he unexpectedly found that the milky white light floating near Ling Xiu was like finding its master, and it kept rushing towards his body uncontrollably.

A magical thing happened immediately. Jiang Yuan felt that the eight parts of his body were like being summoned and attracted by something, and began to run wildly.

Then, an idea popped up in Jiang Yuan's mind.

"This...could it be the so-called pure spiritual energy in the quick method?"

Jiang Yuan silently felt the changes in his body. The eight parts of the skill that originally required the purple qi from 5 to 7 in the morning and the practice at 6 in the evening to fully accumulate were now increasing rapidly.

He was almost certain that the milky white light emitted after the death of the spiritual practitioner was an extremely pure spiritual energy.

So, who can possess this kind of spiritual energy?

Must it be spread after death?

If I want to master the Eight-Part Skill quickly, does it mean I need to find this kind of specific person?

As questions came one after another, Jiang Yuan did not feel a headache, but felt refreshed.

The Eight-Part Skill is a guiding technique that continuously strengthens the body. The more profound the practice of the Eight-Part Skill, the clearer, more flexible and calmer the mind will be.

Just when Jiang Yuan was extremely happy to find that he had found a good start.

"Why is there a person there?" Schubert suddenly screamed in a low voice.

"It looks like a child."

Schubert's voice brought Jiang Yuan back to reality, and he followed Schubert's gaze.

In the night, a child of about fifteen or sixteen was slowly walking towards the two of them.

Jiang Yuan was originally planning to pick up Yao Wenwen and Xiaoyan and prepare to leave the island together.

But when this child appeared in front of him, he knew that he might not have to look for them.

Jiang Yuan subconsciously realized that this child might be the instigator of all this tonight.

"Hello, brothers." The little boy smiled sweetly.

"My mother taught me to try not to go out at night and not to talk to strangers."

Schubert also noticed that something was wrong with the child, but he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Then why do you still go out at night and talk to two strangers like us?"

The little boy laughed even more happily and said: "Because I never listen to my mother."

Schubert: ...