Deng Weixians Godfather finished speaking, then released his hand that was holding Deng Weixian down.
The moment he was released, Deng Weixian's right hand sharply pulled back.
It was an instinctive, subconscious reaction, completely beyond his control.
But Deng Weixian's hand had only retracted halfway when his pulling motion suddenly paused, his entire body stiffening there, unmoving.
As the biting pain weakened, the rationality that had been completely dispelled returned.
Deng Weixian had unknowingly stood up, his entire upper body weakly hugging the ceramic pot.
His whole body was trembling slightly, clearly still shaken by the sudden intense pain he had experienced earlier.
That small ceramic pot was like a gateway to the Nine Netherworld; sticking a hand into it brought a soul-chilling cold that made his very soul tremble.
Ice grew cold in the flesh, and wind brought chill to the bones.
By instinct, Deng Weixian naturally wanted to immediately escape such unbearable pain.
But the return of his rationality stopped his next actions.
Deng Weixian numbly turned his head to look at the figure beside him.
The face and figure were shrouded in the shadow of a cloak, appearing as nothing but a dark, Dark void.
Yet, even so, Deng Weixian could still feel two burning gazes fixed on him from within.
"No sound, last at least ten breaths, the longer the better."
The previous words echoed in his mind like a reverberation.
At this moment, the coldness in his heart instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily begin to ignore the constant pain coming from the half of his hand still in the pot.
Deng Weixian hesitated for only a moment, then fiercely shoved his half-retracted hand back in.
Not only that, but he also didn't let his other free hand remain idle, reaching it into the ceramic pot as well.
As Deng Weixian did all this, the bloodshot veins in his eyes became even more prominent.
The rationality he had just recovered was instantly overwhelmed, revealing pure madness.
"Uh, uh, uh..."
Veins bulged on Deng Weixian's face, his teeth clenched tightly, and he let out meaningless low growls, like a beast fighting for its life.
Witnessing such a scene, Li Xuan, who was secretly watching, couldn't help but be shocked.
Who would have thought that a thirteen-year-old boy could be so ruthless to himself?
Li Xuan didn't know what was inside the ceramic pot, but based solely on Deng Weixian's reaction, it was clear how painful it was to put his hand in.
Yet, Deng Weixian not only didn't flinch but even embraced the pain.
Deng Weixian's tender face constantly twisted and deformed under the torment of pain, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably, saliva dripping from his mouth, looking utterly disheveled and inhuman.
His eyes gradually turned white, and the time he had endured had long exceeded ten breaths.
It was just that now, he probably no longer had the strength to pull his hand out.
Deng Weixian could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.
His body slumped softly, but the collar behind him was hooked by a slender finger, slowly lifting his body.
Deng Weixian's body was continuously lifted, and his hands were slowly pulled out of the ceramic pot.
At this time, his hands were covered in a layer of viscous, dark blue liquid, slowly dripping downwards, returning into the ceramic pot.
"What exactly is this thing?"
Li Xuan, hiding in the shadows, widened his cat eyes, watching with endless curiosity.
But now Deng Weixian was unconscious, and his Godfather also seemed to have no habit of talking to himself and explaining things to others, so Li Xuan could only watch anxiously.
Deng Weixians Godfather held him, patiently waiting for the liquid on his hands to dry.
This process was very quick, because Li Xuan noticed that as the liquid dripped, it was also rapidly absorbed by Deng Weixian's skin.
Especially the palms, where the absorption rate was significantly faster than the arms.
But this absorption clearly had a limit; initially, the absorption process was very obvious, but later it became slower and slower, eventually even stopping completely.
Noticing the absorption had stopped, Deng Weixians Godfather no longer waited, and with his other hand, he gently supported Deng Weixian's arms, then swept downwards, an invisible force directly carrying the liquid remaining on his arms, swishing it back into the ceramic pot, not wasting a single drop.
Then he sealed the ceramic pot and took Deng Weixian and the pot into the room, emerging in less than a moment.
He did not linger in the courtyard, silently disappearing from the spot, his dark figure vanishing along the eaves.
The courtyard was quiet, without a sound.
Li Xuan was not in a hurry; he patiently squatted in the bushes, planning to take a nap first.
Deep night also had its rules; everyone had to line up and take turns.
Only then could there be order.
After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, Xiao Zhuozi's figure appeared in the courtyard on time, then headed off in a familiar direction.
In a way, he was also an excellent talent, no less than Deng Weixian.
Li Xuan crawled out of the bushes, shook his head, and shed the dry branches and fallen leaves clinging to him.
He watched Xiao Zhuozi's retreating figure disappear into the darkness, and couldn't help but shake his head.
If this dedication were used for good, his future would surely be boundless.
"Too bad he's a pervert."
Li Xuan stopped thinking about Xiao Zhuozi and eagerly climbed through the window into Deng Weixian's room.
He was now incredibly skilled at climbing through windows, able to do so silently, making him a qualified little thief cat.
After entering the room, he clearly saw Deng Weixian on the bed, thanks to his excellent night vision.
After the previous ordeal, Deng Weixian's breathing was exceptionally deep at this moment; Li Xuan could probably tear the house apart in front of him and he wouldn't wake up.
Li Xuan didn't rush to find the ceramic pot but first checked Deng Weixian's current condition.
Deng Weixian's clothes were soaked, and although he was asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed.
"His breathing, heartbeat, and pulse are all fine, and he seems less weak than before."
Li Xuan pressed his ear to his body, examining him.
His small paws also touched here and there.
He found that both of his arms were icy cold, and his palms were like two blocks of ice.
Moreover, Li Xuan noticed that the originally red blood vessels in his palms had turned blue.
Not only that, but the blue blood vessels were slowly spreading on their own, seemingly connecting the meridians in his palms.
Other than that, there were no other changes in Deng Weixian's body.
"It seems there's no problem."
Li Xuan felt relieved and continued to examine the room, and immediately saw the ceramic pot placed on the table.
The ceramic pot was openly placed there, unusually conspicuous.
Clearly, Deng Weixians Godfather placed the ceramic pot here so that Deng Weixian could see it immediately upon waking.
This saved Li Xuan the trouble of rummaging through things.
He quickly jumped onto the table, stood up, and opened the lid of the ceramic pot.
As the lid was lifted, a rich aroma wafted into his nostrils, making Li Xuan involuntarily take a deep breath, revealing a look of intoxication.
"This smells so good."
He couldn't help but inhale two more times, then stuck his head into the pot to look.
Inside the pot was filled with dark blue liquid, quietly emitting an oppressive chill.
Li Xuan silently raised a paw, and couldn't help but nervously lick his dry, pink nose.
He clearly remembered Deng Weixian's disheveled appearance earlier, and he felt a bit apprehensive when it was his turn.
But Deng Weixian had gritted his teeth and endured it, so there was no reason for him to shrink back.
After mentally preparing himself, Li Xuan slowly extended a paw downwards.
His arms were short, so he could only put his paws in one at a time.
If he put both paws in at the same time, he could easily fall directly into the ceramic pot.
That would be a big mess.
The small cat's paw curled into a ball, trembling as it probed downwards, getting closer and closer to the liquid in the ceramic pot.
"Hiss--"
The moment they touched, Li Xuan gasped, his eyes instinctively widened, and only one thought flashed through his mind.
"It seems a bit cold."