Looking at the knife inserted into his chest and the white clothes stained red with blood, Yan Ziye only felt that the whole person was in disarray. The first feeling was pain, and the second feeling was still pain.

Yan Ziye endured the pain, tried to transport the aura into his body, and actually felt a little. Although there was only a little bit of the aura, it was better than none. Reluctantly carrying the traces of spiritual energy rushed into the wound, the wound became hot, Yan Ziye immediately pulled the knife out of his chest, the blood from the wound didn't have time to splash, a silver light flashed and the wound healed immediately.

Panting heavily, when the wound was almost healed, Yan Ziye supported both sides of the bathtub and tried to get up from the bathtub. As a result, he slipped and fell back into the bathtub. Fortunately, the bathtub was filled with water. When Yan Ziye fell backwards, he was cushioned so that his buttocks would not be hurt.

After finally getting up from the bathtub, his aura was exhausted, and Yan Ziye, who had lost a lot of blood, trembled at his feet, walked to the mirror, his eyes widening as he saw his reflection in the mirror. Was that really him...?