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A nosebleed flowed down from his lips, causing Fair Young Man's face to turn half red. The fallen leaves and soil on the ground were also dyed red.    

    

"Grandfather... this grandfather..." Fear raged within his bone marrow, causing this person's voice to carry a sobbing and begging tone. His swollen and blue face, which had been knocked down, was also crumpled up. He looked pitiful and funny at the same time.    

    

"I was wrong. I didn't want to compete with you for this Imperial Tomb..." He tremblingly kowtowed a few times towards that black shadow. The blood that flowed out from the kowtow became increasingly turbulent, but the sound of begging for mercy was extremely loud and clear. At the end, there was even a shameful trembling sound, "I didn't know that this place already has an owner... I beg you, those few people can be dealt with as you wish... I just want to live..."    

    

Tears fell from the corner of his eyes. The diluted blood on his face... And this Fair Young Man's remaining rationality was also clamoring in fear. "Why?! The other party clearly didn't do anything, so why am I so afraid? Why should I kneel down and beg for mercy! "    

    

This little bit of rational shouting had slightly awakened his head, which had been disturbed by fear and couldn't think normally. It made Fair Young Man tremble and touch his sleeve. He did not know why he was so afraid that he could not breathe or even attack his opponent. But running... running away was always possible!    

    

He remembered that he still had a life-saving Pill on him. After eating it, he wouldn't be able to fight with his opponent, but at least he could use his speed and Spiritual Energy to escape, right? As long as he was alive, he could start over again, right? !    

    

When he thought of this, his lips could not help but curl into an excited smile. He no longer looked at the black shadow, but quickly found the Pill, wanting to obtain the last chance of survival for himself.    

    

However, it was also at that moment that Fair Young Man saw the black figure start rustling. He saw that the black shadow's sleeves were flashing in the air like birds. Then, his finger, which looked extremely pale under the dark robe, moved. He grabbed an old and tattered red rope and then slowly pulled it. He took out the brocade pouch that was tied to the red rope.    

    

The brocade pouch was made of grey satin, and there was a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it. It was just that the craftsmanship was not very good. The mandarin ducks were embroidered so that they tilted their heads and rubbed their heads. They were like a pair of flat-mouthed ducks, and when they saw people, they would laugh.    

    

However, Fair Young Man's actions were also followed by the brocade pouch that was suspended in the air and no longer moving. They slowly stopped what they were doing at the same time. Originally, there was still some hope on their faces. It was as if he had heard the prophecy of death, and there was no blood at all.    

    

He knew that it was the brocade pouch on his waist. Fair Young Man could hold his heart and swear that just now, when he saw the black shadow for the first time, the brocade pouch was still hanging on his waist!    

    

He had only taken a few steps and only moved a few steps. When did the black shadow pass by him? And when did he snatch the brocade pouch away? Not only did he not know anything, he did not even feel anything. If it wasn't for the other party revealing the brocade pouch, Fair Young Man would have thought that he was panicking. He had fallen down just now!    

    

As for the black figure, he raised his hand, and his pale fingers moved in the air. He threw the brocade pouch back to Fair Young Man's side, and his dim golden eyes narrowed. Like a venomous snake staring at its prey, it stared fixedly at the other party's face. There was even a hint of a faint smile on his face.