Lin Xi’s injuries were serious, but they were mostly from blood loss and bone fractures, it was unlikely for him to die.

For the sake of not leaving behind any material evidence, everything that originally belonged to him was left behind in his tavern. He knew that once Bian Linghan saw the strip of paper he left behind, she would definitely help him watch over his things. Even Jiang Xiaoyi’s black soul weapon had always been held rigidly in his hands, only when he closed his eyes, starting meditation cultivation, did he lower it.

When he had no external things to rely on, soul force became the only thing he could depend on.

However, before he spent too long in meditation, some unusual movements and sounds woke him up. He opened his eyes.

He immediately saw that there were many pea-sized green lights that were staring at him from the distant level ground, as if they were will-o-wisps. The bit of warmth Lin Xi acquired with great difficulty immediately disappeared, but soon afterwards, he calmed down, realizing that these green lights were nothing more than the eyes of rats.

These several dozen rats before him were all more than twice the size of normal rats, and the black fur covering their bodies was extremely thick and greasy. These should…

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