When Yang Xi took a step forward, the metal cover hanging over his head fell.

The cover clearly had two rows of inverted triangular gears and was just slightly larger than a human head when hanging.

When it landed on Yang Xi's head, it directly covered his head, and the two layers of disk gears firmly pressed against his neck.

This device was clearly an ancient killing weapon known as the Blood Droplet.

With the sharp blades on the gears, just covering someone's head,

it could separate the head from the neck in minutes, and the interior of the Blood Droplet also contained corpse dissolving water, which could decay the head into a puddle of foul water in about an hour or two.

The mechanism might look ordinary, just a physical attack.

It seemed less dangerous than Poison Gu or Mystic Art Formations and did not fit well with the style of Ten Thousand Poison Hall.

But actually, this device was formidable. Very few practitioners possessed an indestructible body; a mortal's head covered by it would still be forcibly separated from its body.

The moment the Blood Droplet tightened, I took out the exorcised one-yuan coin from my pocket that I had given to Master Yang and stuck it into the sharp gears, "Don't move, if you move, the gears will cut off your head."

The gears were jammed, and without any external force, the Blood Droplet stopped its murderous operation.

With a clang...

Yang Xi's knife, startled, fell to the ground.

After all, just a nineteen-year-old boy, his body trembled violently, "You... why did you save me?"

"For Master Yang's sake, just this once. If you court death again, it won't be my business."

I took out my phone, planning to call Master Yang to bring a cutting machine over.

This was the only way to cut open the Blood Droplet and save Yang Xi's life.

Yang Xi's body shook as he stammered, "When you were talking with the old Taoist priest, I saw that the phone was switched to airplane mode, and the network signal was also turned off!"

"You must be wondering if it was me who turned them off?" I smiled, "Yes, it was me. I didn't know whether you were going to contact through WeChat or text, so I just turned them both off."

Yang Xi gritted his teeth, "You really are full of tricks. Even if I survive, I won't thank you... Su Wan, you this poison... woman... ah..."

Zhang Zidao appeared out of nowhere, reached out and took the one-yuan coin stuck on the Blood Droplet, resulting in me getting sprayed in the face with blood, "Zhang, elder, pre... predecessor..."

"It's just a little blood; it'll be fine once wiped off." Zhang Zidao used his dirty robe to wipe the blood off my face.

Do you know how strong human arterial blood pressure is? How much blood spurts out when a body is severed instantaneously??

I am practically drenched in blood now...

Why does this have to be so frustrating!!

His Taoist robe not only was dirty, but it also added more blood to my face and body as he wiped.

In the end, my face and body were covered in blood, and his robe was nearly soaked through with fresh blood.

"Hehehe, thank you. Let's head up," I said with a forced smile, feeling a twinge of regret in my heart.

Master Yang's only son had been directly butchered by Old Taoist Zhang.

He must be heartbroken upon hearing the news of his death.

Well, it could be considered the deserved end for Yang Xi who never repented.

Old Taoist Zhang, probably fearing that I would get angry, followed me closely up to the great hall, "Do you know why the old Taoist priest took action for you? Apart from... his loose lips…"

"Could it be to silence me, to keep the secret of Zhao Zheng's death?" I immediately understood.

If I couldn't get this, I might need to buy some fish oil to supplement my brain.

Zhang Zidao slowly said, "Although it's unclear whether this woman truly was an Immortal, she is... highly suspect. If true, her father, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Poisons would be a Banished Immortal from the Lower Realm... unbeatable by anyone. The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Poisons, who has been in seclusion for years, is unknown in appearance; Ten Thousand Poison Hall has always been managed by the sole daughter and the Four Great Protectors... Handled properly, it should remain concealed."

"Therefore, this matter absolutely cannot be leaked and must be dealt with quickly." I rushed to where Zhao Zheng's ashes lay, cleaning up the mess on the ground.

Just then, a tall figure appeared outside the hall, his face calm, and he slowly uttered a question, "Wanwan...??"