Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

What I fear most is not the sudden silence of the air, but the deathly silence.

"Well."

The two confronted each other, and the person lying on the cold ground opened his eyes completely. He could only vaguely see a pair of different pupils through his half-closed eyes just now. At this moment, he was awake, his head was tilted, and his body was blood-stained, revealing a strangeness.

"Honey, are you awake?"

Lin Xun leaned over, and the wind from the sleeve robe extinguished the candle, leaving empty words echoing in the room.

The silver-haired man frowned, looked at the pale face above his head, and passed out again.

Lin Xun froze in midair, turned his head to look at Ding Sheng, "Could he just treat me as a disciple?"

"It's a beast." Ding Sheng corrected him coldly.

Lin Xun lowered his face, "Since you don't want to see me, please move forward."

His sudden change of face made Ding Sheng's scattered flames rise in his heart, and he turned around and strode away from the room.

Seeing that he left without looking back, Lin Xun seemed to be expecting it, straightened up calmly, walked to the table, and started to work.

Even though it was spring, the night was still very cold. Ding Sheng was wearing a thin single shirt. Because of his deep cultivation and body protection, he didn't feel the chill, but the cool breeze at night gave him a rare relaxation.

After walking a long way, Ding Sheng suddenly stopped in his tracks, remembering that the room he left just now... seemed to be his own room.

He is not a person who gets angry easily, but just now Lin Xun acted like a host, and his tone was distant as if telling him to get out of the room. Ding Sheng was so proud that he must have walked away.

When Ding Sheng turned back, the room was empty, and the bottles and cans on the table, including the medicine that was just prepared tonight, had all disappeared.

"Master." There was a voice in the room, not as deep and sophisticated as usual, deliberately slowed down, as if afraid of detonating gunpowder.

"Where's the stuff?" Ding Sheng asked.

"It was taken away," the white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, before continuing, "The sheets you slept on were used for packing... We seem to have lost a lot this time."

Not only was it a bit big, it was nothing to lose. The few bottles that Lin Xun stole were the proud creations of the master.

It was dark inside the house, and only with the help of the moonlight outside could we see a part or two vaguely.

The strange thing is that the white-haired old man didn't see much anger on Ding Sheng's face. Although Ding Sheng himself was not able to show his emotions and anger, the white-haired old man could feel that he didn't have much remaining anger after being calculated.

This is really strange.

"Go and find out something for me," Ding Sheng explained a few words.

The white-haired old man said, "Then you..."

Ding Sheng, "I'm going to rest, so don't bother me until you find out."

The white-haired old man was speechless, stepped over the threshold and brought it to the door, moved his lips a few times, but in the end he didn't say that Lin Xun didn't just leave with the owner's treasures wrapped up in bedding, but also something else.

Still don't say it.The white-haired old man's eyelids twitched and he made a decision.The master will not take action easily until he has figured out the opponent's situation, but whether he will blame himself is another matter.

Ding Sheng stood by the window for a while, then walked to the bed.

The bed sheet was gone, and the bedding was also removed. Ding Sheng thought of something and opened the closet, but there was nothing in it.

Sure enough, there was not even a change of clothes left.

The whole house is as clean as a tornado passing through.

……

House on the other side.

A set of clothes was thrown on the table, Lin Xun took out the clothes that Ding Sheng had handed over, and motioned him to change.

The large and small wounds on the silver-haired man's body looked oozing, and some of them had already seen the bones, but for those who had practiced, skin wounds would heal quickly, so they were nothing.

He didn't pay attention to the clothes on the table, spread his hands in front of him, moved his fingers, and the joints made sounds occasionally, like a ghost that just crawled out of the grave.

Lin Xun calmly put the clothes back into the interspatial ring. Ding Sheng's clothes must be made of good fabrics, so he can pawn them in the market someday.

While he was taking stock of his belongings, the silver-haired man was watching him from the sidelines, the bloodstain between his brows getting darker and darker.

"Well."

Lin Xun thought he was calling him, raised his head, and stared at him with a pair of dull eyes.

Stained with his own blood, the silver-haired man wrote the word 'greedy' on the table.

"You mean I'm greedy for money and lustful?" Lin Xun asked.

The silver-haired man nodded.

Lin Xun said 'Oh' without any sense of shame, "This is called insatiable greed, and it is still somewhat different from being greedy for money and lustful."

The silver-haired man's eyes flashed blankly, as if he was thinking about the essential difference between these two words.

Like a child, full of curiosity about everything.

Probably because I collected some good things tonight, Lin Xun explained patiently, "I am a person with moral values."

Outside the door, Ding Sheng, who had come to discuss something with him, stopped suddenly.

The soft voice inside the door was still slowly explaining the principles of 'a gentleman loves money, and he should get it in a proper way'. At first Ding Sheng listened to a few words with a little curiosity, but it was really hard to hear after that, so he knocked on the door. After knocking on the door twice, without giving the people inside any time to react, they pushed it open.

The cool night mist wet the single shirt, through the candlelight, Lin Xun let out a chuckle suddenly, through the flickering firelight, there was some enchantment invisible in the daytime.

"What are you laughing at?" Ding Sheng sat by himself.

Lin Xun looked at him, then pointed to the silver-haired man who was still dripping blood, "A debt collector, a short-lived ghost."

"Since I know I'm in debt, I don't need to say anything."

Lin Xun, "I got it by myself."

He stood up and poured three cups of tea, "This Hehuan Sect belongs to me, and the people in the Hehuan Sect are my disciples. The property on this land is my property."

Listening to his nonsense, Ding Sheng took out a jade bottle, and what was more attractive was the hand holding the jade bottle, which was extremely beautiful.

The moment the cork was opened, the strange fragrance instantly filled the whole room.

What's inside is not a pitch-black poisonous pill, but a rose-red liquid as thick as nectar.

"This is……"

[System: Bone softening, extremely poisonous. 】

The fingers that were about to touch the body of the bottle were bent, something that could be actively explained by the system must have an amazing effect, Lin Xun thought about it and still didn't challenge the poison resistance of his own body.

Ding Sheng played with the porcelain bottle, as if he was not worried about the poisonous juice splashing out and dripping onto his skin. He looked at the silver-haired man with deep eyes.

A hand full of scars suddenly grabbed the jade bottle.

Ding Sheng stared at him, and slowly let go, the silver-haired man raised his head and drank all the liquid in the jade bottle.

The sound of 'sizzling' sounded, and the wound that had not healed was enlarged countless times in an instant, and even the bones inside were almost melted away.

A shocking scene happened. Although the wounds grew more and more, the silver-haired man showed no signs of decay, and even a few strands of silver hair were slowly turning black.

Witnessing this scene, Ding Sheng's eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse, "Do you know what you stole?"

Lin Xun nodded, "Man."

Ding Sheng took a deep look at him: "The liquid in this bottle is called Huagurou. If ordinary monks get half of it, it will turn into blood directly below the golden core. Even if you conceive a baby, it won't last long."

Lin Xun looked at the silver-haired man who was getting better mentally despite his physical injuries, and asked, "How does it taste?"

The silver-haired man licked the corner of his mouth, and unexpectedly answered, "Bitter."

Lin Xun took out the big and small porcelain bottles he stole from Ding Sheng's room, and pushed them all down in front of him, "Good medicine is good for the disease, take more."

Ding Sheng: ...