Jiuxiao Supernatural Record

Lin Ye lay lying in the crevice of the cliff, the musty smell of rotten leaves mixed with blood rushing straight into his nose. The black-scaled leopard three feet away was licking its front paws, its dark gold vertical pupils scanning the pile of rocks - the beast was actually enjoying the fear of its prey. The wild ginseng in my arms had already been squeezed out of its juice, and my sister's pale face appeared in my mind. Yesterday, Dr. Wang from the town said: "The cold poison penetrates the marrow, unless there is a hundred-year-old red sun ginseng..." He suddenly tightened his grip on the medicine basket, and there was pain from a hard object at the bottom of the basket. It was the ancestral black jade, and the edge was still stained with blood from the scratches that had been made when escaping. Suddenly, the jade pendant shimmered. The muscles and bones of the black-scaled leopard were clearly visible like reflections in the water, and the spiritual energy in the old injury on the left forelimb was extremely stagnant. Lin Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, he grabbed a stone and threw it at the rock wall to the right of the leopard. Amid the roaring echo, the black-scaled leopard instinctively pounced towards the source of the sound, staggering and revealing a flaw when its left paw landed on the ground. The young man rushed out like an arrow from the string, and the short knife stabbed into the gap of the old wound accurately. The animal blood spattered on the jade pendant, and the bloody lines in the jade actually began to swim...