Just as people and living things age, so does blood.

The shorter the blood is stored, the younger it is and the better its quality; conversely, the blood becomes older and the quality is poorer. The Cleveland Clinic in the United States also found that if the blood transfusion of heart surgery patients is old blood, their mortality rate will be lower.

And the disease rate will increase. On the contrary, if young blood is transfused, there will be fewer deaths and diseases.

But for the orthodox, they have found a better solution, which is to abandon the traditional blood transfusion therapy and directly perform hematopoietic bone marrow transplantation in one step. Through healthy and excellent hematopoietic bone marrow, young blood can be directly regenerated from the body, and within a certain period of time

The inner body continuously delivers youthful power to the brittle, stiff, and no longer spasmodic blood vessels.

Before the hematopoietic bone marrow is replaced, the blood in the blood vessels of the elderly is viscous. Unbelievably, old age weakens the elasticity of their blood vessel walls and narrows the lumen, causing the cells to be close to each other and the density to increase, resulting in increased blood viscosity and hyperviscosity.

Stasis.

But once the hematopoietic bone marrow is replaced and dialysis is performed again, the blood flowing out after cutting open their blood vessels will be mellow red, like a bucket of young Pinot Noir, with a soft taste, lighter color, and a coating of

The aroma of pots, strawberries, and red cherries.

Of course, the fact that the blood is as mellow as red wine is just an exaggerated metaphor. When their throats are actually cut, the blood gushes out from the arteries like a spring, and the thick red liquid slowly forms a tree shape on the ground.

There are complex patterns, and you can only smell the strong smell of blood in the air, like pungent rust, mixed with a strong smell of sulfuric acid.

A shadow jumped down from the red wall and fell into the flaming maple leaf forest beside the wall. He stepped on the withered red leaves and walked out of the blazing forest, but stopped again in the courtyard.

The liquid that was brighter than the flames flowed from the center and stopped in front of it.

He looked up to the center of the courtyard, and his eyes fell on the woman standing next to the stone table, who always wore a strict gray Mao suit.

She stood there and looked up at the dark sky without stars or moon. The emotions in her bright golden eyes were like slightly cool boiling water. It was not cold, but if she drank it, it would always make people feel cold, from the mouth to the throat to the heart.

, the kind of discomfort that spreads throughout the body.

Li Qiuluo.

Lin Nian recognized this woman. As long as he was willing to remember things carefully, he would rarely forget them. The identity of the commander-in-chief of the orthodox Lang Juxu was enough for him to take a moment to place her name, appearance, and posture in the hall of memory.

A slightly forward position. After all, when Lin Nian saw her for the first time at the airport, he guessed that there would always be a chance to meet her later.

But he never expected that they would meet again in this way.

Lin Nian's eyes gradually moved to the stone table next to Li Qiuluo. There were five chairs around the stone table. There were five figures sitting on the chairs. Four of them were strangers, but one of them Lin Nian recognized.

The five people gathered in the Dragon and Phoenix Garden again, but they did not whisper or hiss like they usually did.

They slept deeply tonight, lying on the stone table like sleepy children, not awakened by the coldness of the night or the terrifying murderous intent that swept through the yard.

They slept so deeply that they must be having the same sweet dream. The gurgling streams flowed happily together into five long rivers. They rode on the fluttering white paper boat and sailed precariously towards the deep and eternal place at the end of the river.

Beautiful dreamland.

Blood flowed to Lin Nian's feet, moistening his toes, and the wind blew through the courtyard, waking one of them up from his sleep.

On the stone table, a shadow fell to the ground without warning, splashing a large amount of blood. Li Qiuluo, who was nearby, gently turned sideways to avoid the blood drops. His dazzling golden eyes looked at the dead Sima clan leader on the ground, as if

When I see a broken glass, I feel a little regretful and helpless, but I will never regret or remember it.

"What did you do?" A calm voice of inquiry sounded in the courtyard.

Li Qiuluo looked at Lin Nian, who walked into the courtyard barefoot, and saw the oversized coat and torn trousers he was wearing. A relieved smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and his mood changed with relief, as if he had put something down and settled down.

With no thought, he was finally willing to turn his head and look at the dark sky in the deeper direction of the Siheyuan settlement.

"The wind is going to blow," she said.

Looking at the sky, as the gentle night wind and clouds dispersed, a bright moon shone on the earth. The bright moonlight brightened the scene of Longfeng Garden, and shed a handful of moonlight on the maple forest. At the same time, it was not stingy.

The ground illuminated the front and back of the stone table, showing the five orthodox clan heads who drowned in a pool of blood, and their deaths were particularly tragic.

The head of the Zhu family, the head of the Sima family, the head of the Liu family, the head of the Zhao family, and the head of the Li family are all gathered together tonight

Let’s go to hell together.

Lin Nian only recognized the head of the Sima family who fell on the ground. They had met in Longfeng Garden, which is where they are now, and had a meeting with Li Hueyue. The remaining family heads were very unfamiliar.

But the same thing is that they are all old, old to the bone, and the gorgeous and old clothes that bulge out of them can't hide the emptiness inside, just like bamboo poles lifting up pockets.

The round-faced old man with a slightly broad frame, wearing a red robe, walking in a subtle and elegant manner, with a simple and simple style, is probably the head of the Li family.

The fragrant sesame gauze stand-up collar and large placket, with gemstone buttons on the collar, make it even more elegant and luxurious. The old woman who flaunts her personality is probably the head of the Zhu family.

The man in straight single clothes, silk and satin, with a black and red pattern on his body and a python dragon on his body. He is from Shui De and favors black. He is probably the head of the Liu family.

The remaining head of the Zhao family is wearing a white robe, which is pure and untainted. However, the white robe that represents righteousness and auspiciousness has been dyed blood red, and after all, he has not received the blessing of heaven.

The head of the Sima family on the ground, dressed in red and black clothes, with two pieces of jade pinned to both sides of the shoulder collar and dark black strips hanging down, was supposed to be majestic and looked down on everything, but now he was lying on the ground in the blood with his eyes open, his pale hair and beard sucking

The full blood soaked and swollen the withered skin.

These five family heads were all dead, thoroughly dead. Their necks were cut nearly half open, and silver nails were driven into their hearts. They were like the anchors inserted by Maoshan Taoist priests to prevent corpses from resurrecting for safety reasons. For mixed-race people,

Generally speaking, highly poisonous alchemical silver nails are pierced through the ventricles of the heart, in order to allow the last few heart beats to carry the highly poisonous silver throughout the blood vessels of the body.

Lin Nian watched all this quietly, and his eyes finally fell on Li Qiuluo, this woman, this top commander of Lang Juxu, this woman who held the military power in her orthodox hands.

She had to do all of this, no doubt about it.

There was the sound of falling leaves in the maple forest behind Lin Nian. This was because Zhao Yanman, who was put down, did not heed Lin Nian's warning when he came down, telling her to close her eyes behind the maple leaf tree and wait, so curiosity drove her to the yard.

Rido took a look.

Just this look almost made Zhao Yanman sit down on the ground in horror and horror, leaning against the tree trunk and trembling all over.

Only orthodox people know what this scene represents. Any orthodox person who sees this scene will have a reaction similar to that of Zhao Yanman, or even more serious.

"Are you Li Qiuluo?" Lin Nian asked.

It was a question. He was not sure whether the person in front of him was the Li Qiuluo he knew. The nine-phase dragon was born. Maybe this woman was the Dragon King in disguise. He used the orthodox skin to kill the senior officials and wanted to see the mixed race side fall into civil strife.

?

"I am Li Qiuluo." Li Qiuluo answered Lin Nian, "Are you Lin Nian?"

"I am." Lin Nian also replied.

The two confirmed each other's identities, looked at each other, stared, and then fell silent.

The wind blew through the yard, diluting some of the bloody smell, but it could not blow away the crazy intertwined thoughts.

"It seems that you have completed the task assigned to you by Hueyue." Li Qiuluo looked at the absent-minded Zhao Yanman behind Lin Nian with relief, "It seems that the plan went smoothly."

"Did it go well? Probably." Lin Nian nodded, expressionless, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised. Li Hueyue and I didn't mention this in the mission." His eyes glanced at the five bodies that were still a little behind.

The meaning of the fresh and decaying corpse, which is warm but not cold, is self-evident.

We have seen a lot of dead people, but these five dead people are different. Their deaths are enough to cause a major earthquake in the entire hybrid world. Countless rules will be rewritten, countless interests will change hands, and the accompanying disputes, killings, life and death will break out.

It pours out of the crater of the volcano and rains fire of judgment on innocent and guilty people indiscriminately.

"This is my mission, not yours. Your mission is only to rescue Qian Man. Now it seems that you have completed it very successfully, and I have also fulfilled my duty." Li Qiuluo said gently.

"Well, I remember Li Hueyue told me about her relationship with you. You seem to be her aunt?" Lin Nian suddenly asked.

"Did Huoyue even tell you this? It seems that it is really difficult to gain your trust, but she still did it." Li Qiuluo's voice was filled with emotion.

"Among the kinship terms, if I remember correctly, and I most likely won't remember it wrong either, aunt is generally used to refer to mother's younger sister." Lin Nian turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yanman beside the tree.

"It's obvious, so like Li Hueyue, I'm very grateful to you for rescuing Yan Man." Li Qiuluo bowed lightly to Lin Young, his words full of pure gratitude.

"A transaction is just a transaction. No thanks are needed. I will get what I want from Li Hueyue. We don't owe each other." Lin Nian said, "By the way, when I rescued her, I found that her brain had already been damaged.

Confused by orthodoxy.”

"We will find a way to solve it. This is something we should worry about, so you don't have to worry about it." Li Qiuluo smiled.

"I've already solved it." Lin Nian stared at her, "It's just a little effort."

"Really?" Li Qiuluo's eyes lit up with unexpected joy, but he quickly suppressed his floating emotions and looked at Zhao Zianman in the woods with long-awaited eyes, but now Zhao Zianman is still

He stared blankly at the five corpses and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Thank you so much! Originally, the method we prepared may still have risks, but now can you reveal how you solved the vine problem?"

"It's just a small trick. If you can't bring it to the stage, you won't show your shame." Lin Nian said, looking at her happy face.

"In that case, according to the agreement, you should send Qian Man to meet Hueyue, and leave it to me to deal with the aftermath." The joy on Li Qiuluo's face gradually softened, and he nodded lightly to Lin Young to indicate that he could leave.

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"After the aftermath, are you going to get rid of these bodies? Cremate them, or collect them somewhere else." Lin Nian said as if he was asking casually.

"Create it. Human beings are things that cannot be carried away from life to death. The clan leaders should have returned to the soil. After the cremation, I will find a good hilltop in the suburbs to bury them.

For future generations to pay homage to." Li Qiuluo whispered.

"Is that so?" Lin Nian said, "One more question, was the process smooth when you started?"

"It went smoothly, and there was no resistance. Although the clan leaders were in high positions and powerful, they themselves did not have the ability to fight. Even though they had noble blood, they were still too old. The only thing that would not age with them was their innate talent.

The power comes, no matter how the times change or how things change, power is always like an ancient stone building that can stand for hundreds of years." Li Qiuluo said softly, "But power is just power. Quan that loses its power will easily lose its power.

Being destroyed, the clan chiefs know this, so when I kill them, they won't be unwilling."

"Things like Quan have always had a large number of vassals since ancient times. Power comes first, then strength. Power is not divided into families. The higher the power, the more unparalleled power surrounds them." Lin Nian also said softly.

Said, "So, let me rephrase my question. When I lured away the four Jingguan who were supposed to protect the five clan chiefs, did your attack go smoothly?"
To be continued...