While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three silver needles were precisely inserted into the acupoints around the wound.

Michael groaned, his body tensed up abruptly, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"These things are already connected to the life force within your body."

When it's pulled out, it feels like they're sucking out your bone marrow. Bear it.

Cao Kun spoke coldly, pointing his finger like a knife at the air above the bloody hole.

"out!"

With that soft shout, Michael's entire arm began to tremble violently.

The writhing, silvery-gray flesh, as if attracted by some deadly force, began to slowly ooze out from the wound.

These liquids are translucent silvery-gray, and when they fall into the plate...

It was still rolling around, trying to crawl back to its wound.

Michael let out a scream, his teeth grinding together.

Cao Kun ignored his pain.

With his left hand forming a hand seal, he made a grabbing motion in the air within the silvery-gray liquid, collecting it all into the jade bottle.

After the fluids were removed, the strange sweet smell at the wound site vanished instantly.

Instead, it had the normal smell of blood.

The originally silvery-gray flesh and blood have returned to bright red.

Cao Kun then used the same method to force out the drug's effects from Debbie's body as well.

After receiving the two small bottles of "Taiyi Shengji Marrow", Michael and Debbie were already sprawled on the recliners.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, completely soaked, with a vacant look in his eyes.

Cao Kun casually took out two low-grade healing pills and gave them to them.

"A single pill costing $10 can help your wounds heal quickly. Do you need it?"

"certainly."

Michael gasped for breath, his voice hoarse, "Thank you... Master Cao."

He took the pill and put it in his mouth.

Soon, the wound on my arm began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Michael stared wide-eyed at the sight.

Then, Cao Kun gave Debbie another pill.

Soon, Debbie, like Michael, fully recovered from her injuries.

Although the wounds have healed, after suffering for so long, their spirits will not recover completely.

But at least, the wound doesn't hurt anymore.

There's no need to worry anymore; they'll be integrated in the future.

Michael immediately stood up and said to Cao Kun, "Master Cao, wait for me."

A dozen minutes later, a check for $50 was handed to Cao Kun.

Michael looked at Cao Kun and said sincerely, "Master Cao, I know that giving this extra $10 may be a bit presumptuous."

Please accept this; I have no other way to thank you.

Cao Kun smiled, casually put it away, and didn't say anything more.

He certainly doesn't need that $10 now.

Actually, given his current level of cultivation, the price should have been raised long ago.

The reason why the starting price has always been $10 is to take on more commissions.

Encounter more ghosts and monsters to earn more merit points.

He accepted the check and said, "I can feel your sincerity."

Seeing that Cao Kun accepted the check without getting angry, Michael smiled as well.

Cao Kun: "Now can you take me to that place?"

Michael gave a wry smile: "Of course. Although that place terrifies me, I must keep my promise."

Michael's private Gulfstream jet was parked on the estate's makeshift runway.

Despite taking the pill, Michael's face was still somewhat pale.

But his steps have become much more steady.

After arranging for Debbie to stay at the manor to recuperate, he took two trusted bodyguards and accompanied Cao Kun onto the plane.

Inside the cabin.

Michael sat on the large leather sofa, watching the scenery rushing past the window, a deep worry in his eyes.

"Master Cao, that desert in Nevada is very desolate, and it's quite a distance from Las Vegas."

Michael picked up a glass of warm water, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the rim of the glass.

Cao Kun leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest: "Tell me, how did you find that place?"

Michael gave a wry smile, his tone tinged with frustration: "Two weeks ago, I took Debbie there to relax."

While we're at it, we'll also check out a music video shooting location.

We met a very hospitable local while resting in a small town.

"He called himself Sam and knew that wasteland like the back of his hand."

He told us that beneath those red rock formations, there was a cave that the Native Americans considered sacred.

The water inside can keep you young forever, and even heal broken relationships.

Michael paused, then lowered his voice: "You know, I have Native American ancestry."

In addition, my relationship with Debbie was very strained at the time.

Upon hearing the word "healing," I was inexplicably moved.

Sam led us to that area, pointed out the directions, and then left.

As a result, we got lost and accidentally fell into that hidden cave.

Cao Kun opened his eyes, his gaze icy: "What does that Sam look like?"

Michael thought for a moment: "I don't remember very clearly, but I do remember that his teeth were very white when he smiled."

There was an irresistible sincerity in his eyes.

Cao Kun looked at Michael and said calmly, "Michael, you should be grateful."

If you had come to me two days later, you and Debbie would have completely merged into one inseparable flesh and blood freak.

Although he looks like an ordinary person.

But that person is neither you nor Debbie.

Instead, he is a new person.

Michael's body jolted, and the water in his glass nearly spilled. "You mean...we'll completely merge?"

"Not bad." Cao Kun's tone was indifferent. "Everything, all of it, has merged together. Unless..."

Michael asked urgently, "Unless what?"

"Unless one of them dies prematurely."

That power only disappears after death.

Cao Kun stared into Michael's eyes.

"Before that, you would share a circulatory system and could even feel each other's heartbeats."

Michael's face drained of color instantly, and he gagged.

He recalled the terrifying feeling of his skin sticking together like hot wax when he was with Debbie these past few days.

If things really turn out as Cao Kun described, it would be even more terrifying than hell.

"Thanks to you, Master Cao."

Michael let out a long breath, his tone extremely sincere.

"You not only saved my life, you saved my soul."

Cao Kun didn't reply, but turned to look out the window.

At this point, the plane had already entered Nevada territory.

Below lies an endless expanse of reddish-brown wasteland.

Under the scorching sun, waves of distorted heat rose up.

Two hours later, a black Hummer jeep sped across the wasteland.

Michael personally guided the way, relying on his memory to find that fatal coordinate.

"It's that mountain in front of us, the one that looks like a camel's hump," Michael pointed into the distance.

The car stopped beside a dried-up riverbed.

Michael led Cao Kun around several huge weathered rocks.

They arrived at the entrance of a cave, which was completely hidden by bushes.