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Seeing this horrifying scene, Wu Bin subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
He really wanted to pretend he hadn’t seen anything, but the kitchen and the living room were just too close, and even if he wanted to ignore it, he simply couldn’t!
As expected, after noticing the conversation had stopped, Song Bing, who was holding the kitchen knife, slowly turned his head to look at them.
At this moment, Song Bing’s gaze was very strange, giving Wu Bin an eerie feeling.
Feeling the tension in the air, Wu Bin couldn’t help but ask, "Song Bing, why are you killing a chicken in the middle of the night?"
Song Bing sneered and said, "I’m weak, I need to replenish with a chicken, do you want some too?"
As he spoke, Song Bing brought the chicken’s neck to his mouth and actually began to suck the blood directly with his mouth!
Wu Bin was so frightened that his hairs stood on end.
He immediately realized that there was something very wrong with Song Bing in front of him!
Wu Bin quickly got up from the couch and casually picked up a book from the table.
Wu Bin whispered, "Zhu Ling, what’s going on with Song Bing, can you figure it out?"
When faced with such an eerie situation, Wu Bin’s first instinct was to consult Zhu Ling.
Don’t be fooled by Zhu Ling’s youth as a dragon; the memory and experience of the Dragon Clan are hereditary.
For example, once an adult dragon gives birth to a hatchling, all the memories and experiences of that dragon’s lifetime are passed on to the young dragon.
It is precisely because of such heritage that the Dragons, who have a very low birth rate, are born at their peak, far more formidable than humans.
Zhu Ling carefully sensed Song Bing’s aura and then frowned, "He seems to be under someone’s control, having lost his judgment."
"There are many among the Myriad Tribes who could use such methods, not just our Dragon Clan. I can’t tell who is manipulating him."
Upon hearing Zhu Ling’s words, Wu Bin was momentarily stunned.
"Even you can’t tell? Do you have a way to deal with it? To get Song Bing back to normal? If it really comes down to a fight, I’m afraid I might hurt him."
Wu Bin wasn’t joking with that statement.
If this had happened before, with Song Bing holding a knife, Wu Bin’s first instinct would certainly have been to run, definitely not to confront someone armed with a knife head-on.
But now, after several instances of physical enhancement, the attack moves of an ordinary person seemed like slow motion to Wu Bin, posing no threat at all.
If the two were to fight, Song Bing really wouldn’t stand a chance against Wu Bin.
Zhu Ling shook his head and said, "Few in our Dragon Clan know how to dispel magic. I can kill him, but I can’t reverse his current state."
Seeing that Zhu Ling was also at a loss, Wu Bin felt troubled.
It was at that moment, after ingesting chicken blood, Song Bing’s eyes glowed red, and he became agitated.
"Wu Bin, why are you staring at me like that? I invite you for a late-night snack and you don’t eat? Are you disrespecting me?"
Wu Bin was originally planning to say a few words to calm Song Bing down.
Who knew that Song Bing would throw the dead chicken at Wu Bin and then, wielding the kitchen knife, come slashing towards Wu Bin.
So fast!
Wu Bin casually slapped the dead chicken away.
Just as he was about to grab the knife, he found that Song Bing’s knife-swings were incredibly quick!
Even his own reactions were caught off guard several times, barely avoiding being hit by Song Bing’s knife.
"Zhu Ling, don’t just stand there watching, help me out!"
Wu Bin grabbed Song Bing’s wrist, trying to take the knife.
But Song Bing somehow summoned a burst of brute strength, pinning Wu Bin against the wall, his sharp knife aiming for Wu Bin’s neck, inching closer and closer.
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Zhu Ling stood to the side and said with a curled lip, "I’m not good at close combat, if I were to make a move, I would just burn him to a crisp."
Zhu Ling flicked her right hand, and a small flame danced on her fingertip.
Now, all Zhu Ling had to do was toss her right hand, and the small flame would fly towards Song Bing, instantly turning him into ashes.
Wu Bin hurriedly stopped her.
"Don’t kill him, ah! Forget it, just stay there!"
Wu Bin no longer hoped Zhu Ling would help, straining with all his might to grab Song Bing’s hand and desperately resisting.
But the strength in Song Bing’s hands was simply too great.
Wu Bin watched helplessly as the dagger got closer and closer to his throat.
Just as Wu Bin was thinking of a way to break free, the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open.
"Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, the righteous magic of Maoshan, Corpse Binding Rope, go!"
A man dressed in dark blue robes and carrying a Peach Wood Sword stood in the doorway.
With a flick of his right hand, a golden rope flew from his hand, wrapping directly around Song Bing’s neck.
No sooner had the golden rope touched Song Bing’s skin than he let out a piercing scream, as if something scalding hot had wrapped around him.
The man yanked back fiercely, and Song Bing instantly abandoned his attack on Wu Bin, stumbling toward the man.
The man had anticipated Song Bing’s switch to attack him and was already prepared.
The moment Song Bing raised the knife in his hand, the man did not retreat but advanced, stepping forward swiftly with his left hand pulling out a short stick, striking Song Bing’s wrist heavily.
This stick also had inscriptions that Wu Bin couldn’t understand.
When the stick struck Song Bing’s wrist, he screamed once again, losing his grip on the kitchen knife.
Even so, the man did not relax his guard.
His left hand suddenly changed direction, poking fiercely at the acupoint in the center of Song Bing’s chest.
With that one poke, Song Bing was as if something inside him had been forced out, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the floor, limp.
Seeing Song Bing fall to the ground, Wu Bin quickly ran over.
"Is he alright?"
The man put the magic artifact back into his bag and said indifferently, "He’s fine, he’s just fainted temporarily, he’ll be alright after a good sleep."
Wu Bin crouched to check Song Bing’s condition.
Assured that he had really only fainted, Wu Bin finally took a breath of relief.
He asked the man, "Taoist, did I hear you say you are from Maoshan?"
Wu Bin couldn’t help but size up the man.
The man actually didn’t look old, in his early thirties at most, fairly young.
However, he had long hair, dark circles under his eyes, and stubble on his face.
He gave off the impression of not having groomed for a long while, which added a certain world-weariness to his appearance.
The man gave Wu Bin a cupped fist salute and said with a smile, "I am Wang Xing, a Taoist who has come down from Maoshan."
"As I was passing by this place, I sensed an unusual presence, so I followed it here."
After finishing his explanation, Wang Xing glanced at the door he had kicked in, looking embarrassed.
"I was anxious to save someone, so..."
Wu Bin waved his hand and said, "Taoist Wang, you are too polite. I’ll have someone fix the door tomorrow, you don’t have to compensate."
