It dragged itself desperately outward, leaving a trail of blood behind it.,The protagonist was quite skilled, and the audience below cheered with delight. He Lingchuan watched for a while, his gaze shifting to the wisps of light smoke rising from the incense burner, and he couldn't help but become lost in thought again.,When he opened his eyes again, he was in pain all over. He lay on a bed in a room full of antique furniture. People around him looked surprised, and a middle-aged handsome man had tears in his eyes and said excitedly, "Lingchuan, you're finally awake!"。