Chapter 29: Mixed Experiences

After Deng Weixian's godfather finished speaking, he released his hand that was holding Deng Weixian.

The moment he was released, Deng Weixian's right hand suddenly retracted.

That was an instinctive subconscious reaction, and it was completely out of control.

But Deng Weixian's hand was only halfway back, and his retracting movement suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze there, motionless.

As the piercing pain weakened, the reason that had been dispelled returned.

Deng Weixian stood up unconsciously, and his entire upper body was weakly holding the pottery jar.

His whole body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that the sudden severe pain before had left him with lingering fears.

The small pottery jar was like a connection to the underworld. When he put his hand in it, he could feel a chill that froze his heart and soul, making his soul tremble.

Ice makes the skin cold, and wind makes the bones cold.

According to instinct, Deng Weixian naturally wanted to escape from such unbearable pain immediately.

But his regained rationality stopped him from doing the next move.

Deng Weixian numbly turned his head and looked at the figure beside him.

His face and figure were shrouded in the shadow under the cloak, and it looked like only a dark patch.

But even so, Deng Weixian could still feel two eyes staring at him.

"Don't make a sound, at least hold on for ten breaths, the longer the better."

The previous words echoed in his mind again like an echo.

At this moment, the coldness in his heart instantly spread throughout his body, making him begin to ignore the pain that continued to come from the half hand that was still in the jar.

Deng Weixian hesitated for only a moment, and then he fiercely put his half-pulled hand back in.

Not only that, he didn't even have time to use his other empty hand, and followed him to reach into the pottery jar.

As Deng Weixian did all this, the bloodshot in his eyes became even thicker.

The rationality that had just been restored was instantly dispersed, showing his madness.

"Uh uh uh..."

Deng Weixian's face was full of veins, his teeth were clenched, and he let out a meaningless roar, like a beast fighting for its life.

Seeing such a scene, Li Xuan, who was secretly watching, couldn't help but fall into shock.

Who would have thought that a boy who was only thirteen years old could be so cruel to himself.

Li Xuan didn't know what was inside the pottery jar, but based on Deng Weixian's reaction alone, it was not difficult to see how painful it was to put his hand in.

But Deng Weixian not only did not retreat, but even opened his arms to embrace this pain.

Deng Weixian's tender face was constantly distorted and deformed under the torture of pain, and he began to cry uncontrollably, saliva dripped from his mouth, and he looked so miserable that he didn't look like a human.

His eyes gradually turned white, and he had already held on for more than ten breaths.

But now he probably didn't have the strength to pull his hand out.

Deng Weixian couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes rolled up, and he completely lost consciousness.

His body collapsed limply, but a slender finger hooked the collar behind him and slowly lifted his body up.

Deng Weixian's body kept rising, and his hands were slowly lifted out of the pottery jar.

At this time, his hands were covered with a layer of sticky dark blue liquid, which was slowly dripping down and dripping back into the pottery jar.

"What on earth is this?"

Li Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, stared at it curiously.

But now Deng Weixian is unconscious, and his godfather doesn't seem to have the habit of talking to himself or explaining to others, so Li Xuan can only watch anxiously.

Deng Weixian's godfather held him and waited patiently for the liquid on his hands to dry.

This process was very fast, because Li Xuan found that the liquid would be quickly absorbed by Deng Weixian's skin while dripping.

Especially the palm part, the absorption speed is obviously much faster than the arm part.

But this absorption obviously has a limit. The absorption process was very obvious at the beginning, but later it became slower and slower, and finally even stagnated directly.

After finding that the absorption had stopped, Deng Weixian's godfather stopped waiting and used his other hand to support Deng Weixian's arms, then slid down, and the invisible force directly brought the liquid remaining on his arms back into the pottery jar, without wasting a drop.

Then he sealed the pottery jar, and then took Deng Weixian and the pottery jar into the room, and came out in less than a moment.

He did not stay in this yard for long, and disappeared silently on the spot, and the black shadow disappeared along the eaves.

The courtyard was quiet and silent.

Li Xuan was not in a hurry, and patiently squatted in the bushes, intending to take a rest first.

There are also rules for late nights, and everyone has to line up and take turns to do things.

Only in this way can everything be orderly.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, the figure of the small table appeared in the yard on time, and then went away in a familiar direction.

In a way, he is also an outstanding talent who is not inferior to Deng Weixian.

Li Xuan came out of the bushes, shook his head and shook off the dead branches and leaves stuck to his body.

He watched the back of the small table go away in the darkness and shook his head.

If this persistence is used in the right way, I am afraid there will be a bright future.

"It's a pity that he is a pervert."

Li Xuan no longer thought about the small table, and couldn't wait to climb through the window to enter Deng Weixian's room.

He is now very skilled in climbing through the window, and can already do it quietly. He is a qualified little thief.

After entering the room, with his excellent night vision, he clearly saw Deng Weixian on the bed.

After the previous tossing, Deng Weixian's breathing was particularly deep at this time. I am afraid that even if Li Xuan demolished the house in front of him, he would not wake him up.

Li Xuan did not rush to find the trace of the pottery jar, but went to check Deng Weixian's current condition first.

Deng Weixian's clothes were soaked. Although he was asleep, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"There is no problem with breathing, heartbeat and pulse, and it seems that he is not as weak as before."

Li Xuan put his ear to his body and checked his body for him.

The little paws touched here and there.

As a result, he found that his arms were cold, and his palms were like two pieces of ice.

Moreover, Li Xuan found that the blood in his palms, which was originally red, turned blue.

Not only that, the blue blood was slowly spreading on its own, as if it was running through the veins in his palms.

Apart from that, there were no other changes in Deng Weixian's body.

"It seems that there is no problem."

Li Xuan was relieved and continued to check the room. As a result, he saw the pottery jar on the table at a glance.

The pottery jar was placed there so generously, which was extremely conspicuous.

Obviously, Deng Weixian's godfather placed the pottery jar here so that Deng Weixian could see it at the first time when he woke up.

This saved Li Xuan the effort of rummaging through the boxes.

He quickly jumped onto the table, stood up and opened the lid of the pottery jar.

As the lid was opened, a strong fragrance rushed into his nose, making Li Xuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, revealing an intoxicated look.

"This smells really good."

He couldn't help but take two more sips, then put his head into the jar to look.

The jar was filled with dark blue liquid, which was quietly emitting a chill.

Li Xuan silently raised a paw and licked his dry pink nose nervously.

He remembered Deng Weixian's embarrassed look clearly, and he was a little nervous when it was his turn.

But Deng Weixian had gritted his teeth and endured it, so there was no reason for him to back down.

Li Xuan prepared himself mentally and slowly stretched out a paw.

He had short arms, so he could only put his paws in alternately.

If he put both paws in at the same time, it would be easy to fall directly into the pottery jar.

The fun would be great then.

The little cat's paw curled up into a ball, trembling as it reached down, getting closer and closer to the liquid in the pottery jar.

"Hiss——"

The moment the two came into contact, Li Xuan took a breath of cold air, his eyes widened subconsciously, and only one thought flashed through his mind.

"It seems a bit cold."