The old man had a sinister and strange smile on his face. He held He Wan's neck with one hand and placed the other on her head.
Ever since he began to absorb luck, the curse technique in his body had taken effect and automatically converted luck into lifespan.
The old man became younger and younger, and his white hair turned black.
The wrinkled face also became smooth and tight.
Five minutes later, the remaining luck on He Wan's body was completely sucked dry. She was like a dried corpse, staring blankly at the sky.
There was no aura of a living person at all.
If not for the fact that her chest was still heaving and she was still breathing, Yu Miao would have thought that she was dead.
The old man threw He Wan on the ground and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his hands and looked at Yu Miao strangely.
He admired the fear on Yu Miao's face and smiled.
