Ye Feng intervened in the auction of Sandman Castle and agreed to treat Elder Sandman's injuries. Besides his liking to meddle in other people's business, he couldn't stand Alan's greed and his desire to get involved in Sandman Castle.
The second large iron door made of fine steel slowly opened. The iron door was more than one meter thick and was a riot-proof door that could withstand a nuclear storm.
The basement is empty and deserted, with a neat and shiny marble floor. The surrounding walls are inlaid with exquisitely carved wall lamps and profound oil paintings.
There was no furniture in the basement. There was only a heavy sandalwood coffin with the lid open. Inside lay a thin old man with his eyes tightly closed.
The thin old man was Elder Shaman. He was thin and small, and lying in the wide coffin, he looked even thinner and like a weird alien.
Feeling someone coming in, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes looked dim and lifeless as he swept over Ger and Allen.
No one would have thought that a majestic vampire elder would be terminally ill and dying like an ordinary person.
When he saw Ye Feng, his eyes became surprised and a look of anger appeared on his face.
"You, why are you here, Alan, why did you bring him here?"
"I came to see what injuries you have."
Ge Er said excitedly: "Elder, you were injured by an ancient warrior. Mr. Ye is also an ancient warrior. Maybe he can heal your injury. So we brought him here."
Ye Feng's divine eyes swept over Elder Shaman's body. It turned out that there was a black aura mixed in Elder Shaman's blood. This black aura did not belong to any dark energy, but a toxin.
This kind of poison seemed to have some spirituality. When Ye Feng's Divine Eye of Destiny swept over, they could actually feel the energy of the Divine Eye of Destiny and dodged everywhere.
This is not an ordinary poison from the human world, but a toxin from the world of immortality. It has absorbed the spiritual energy of the world of immortality and has become complex and full of spirituality.
Ye Feng said calmly: "You are not injured, but poisoned. It is infecting your blood. It won't be long before you become a dried corpse."
Everyone exclaimed, thinking that Elder Shaman was injured and his injuries were too severe to be cured. No one thought it was poisoning.
Allen pretended to be very surprised: "The elder is poisoned, my God, can you cure Mr. Ye's poisoning?"
"Of course it can be cured."
Hearing that Ye Feng could cure Elder Shaman, Geer showed an excited look: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ye, please help cure the poison for our elder."
"OK."
Elder Shaman looked at Ye Feng with a very strange look in his eyes. He didn't quite believe it and said slowly: "You are so kind. How much do you want to cure my poison injury? Or do you have any other requests?"
"I don't want any money, just tell me how you were poisoned."
Elder Shaman told Ye Feng how he was injured.
Just over a month ago, Elder Shaman came to a small bar in Chinatown as usual and wanted to have a glass of whiskey.
He is a vampire elder who has lived among the people for thousands of years and has suppressed his desire to suck blood. Although he also sucks blood, he does not directly harm humans, but only buys blood from the hospital blood bank.
He heard the sound of fighting in the street.
He thought it was just another gang fighting for territory. Wars between humans and life-and-death struggles were commonplace to him.
He usually doesn't get involved in gang fights like this.
However, things were not as he imagined. It was not a fight between gangs, but a fat old man beating up dozens of gangsters.
Although the fat old man was very old, his movements were as fast as lightning. He could tell at a glance that the fat old man was an ancient martial artist, and he didn't want to provoke an ancient martial artist.
But the fat old man was very rampant. He threw a big man at Elder Shaman like a sandbag and knocked over the wine glass in his hand.
"A bunch of idiots, are you looking for death? You are a bunch of trash. I am the best in the world. Ancient warriors don't dare to provoke me. You hooligans are not my opponents. Who dares to come again?"
Ever since Elder Shaman was defeated by Ye Feng in Shennong Ridge, he has been suppressing a hatred towards ancient warriors in his heart. He is a dignified vampire elder, yet he was defeated by an ancient warrior.
Faced with the provocation from the fat old man, Elder Shaman's eyes suddenly turned red.
He rushed to the back of the fat old man at an extremely fast speed, grabbing his shoulders with his claws, but a golden light flashed on his body, which looked like some kind of shield armor.
His claws felt like they were grabbing onto hard iron blocks, and his fingers were numb from the shock.
The fat old man was also frightened by Elder Shaman's extreme speed. He was so focused on beating up those gangsters that he didn't expect a vampire like a giant macaque to emerge from behind him.
The fat old man raised his hand, and a short sword flashing with green light appeared in his palm. The short sword suddenly rose into the air, like lightning, at an extremely fast speed, and stabbed towards Elder Shaman's chest.
Knowing it was a flying sword, Elder Shaman dodged quickly. His experience saved him, and he was not pierced through the heart by the flying sword. Instead, his arm was cut by the dagger.
He was afraid of the flying sword and fled quickly. There was a bloody mark on his shoulder, but it was just a minor scratch. Elder Shaman did not take it seriously. He felt even worse for being defeated by an ancient warrior again.
When he returned to the tavern, he felt that the powerful energy in his blood had disappeared.
Instead, he felt a sickly weakness that he hadn't felt in a thousand years.
Only then did he understand that the small sword that was flashing green light did not just cut a wound on his arm, but that an invisible energy had penetrated deep into his blood vessels and was eroding his blood.
He hurried back to the castle and deliberately sucked human blood.
In the castle, he stored a large amount of human blood for emergency use.
Normally, no matter how badly injured he was, drinking blood would activate the ancient vampire energy in his blood, but this time, it was of no use at all.
He could only lie in the coffin and wait for death quietly.
Listening to Elder Shaman recounting his injury with all his strength, and mentioning the fat old man and the flying sword, a name flashed through Ye Feng's mind. It was Li Dazhong, the elder of Taiyi Sect who had snatched the iron certificate of immortality in the Immortality Realm and escaped from the Immortality Realm.
Ye Feng revealed a look of disdain. The Taiyi Sect was full of scum, scoundrels, and villains.
The iron certificate of immortality that Li Dazhong snatched turned out to belong to the elder of the Taiyi Gate Guard.
Elder Wei killed Taiyi Sect leader Yue Zhuoqun, stole Yue Zhuoqun's iron certificate of immortality, and falsely pinned Yue Zhuoqun's death on Ye Feng.
Elder Wei sneaked into the world of immortality, but who knew that evil would be punished? He met Li Dazhong, a former elder of Taiyi Sect.
Before Elder Wei entered the Immortality Realm, he never imagined that people in the Immortality Realm would also snatch the Immortality Certificate everywhere.
In order to leave the world of immortality, Li Dazhong killed Elder Wei and snatched the iron certificate of immortality that had changed hands several times.
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