Fortunately, in this valley on the abandoned planet, he was one, and so was Wang Lin.
The ninth thorn was inside Qing Shui's spine and went through his entire spine. It didn't come out even half an inch, and it was completely buried inside. There wasn't even a wound to be seen; it was as if it had grown out of thin air.
The unconscious Shimizu's face was twisted with pain, but at the same time, there was a hint of relief and happiness. This relief was because of Wang Lin, and this happiness was also because of Wang Lin.
After a short period of breathing, Wang Lin's tired expression dissipated a bit. He took a deep breath and lifted up the unconscious Shimizu. After making sure Shimizu's back was facing him, his eyes were like lightning as he stared at Shimizu's skinny back.
His spine was bulging out, and it was a shocking sight.
After a long time, Wang Lin's expression was serious as he slowly raised his right hand. His index finger slowly pressed down on Shimizu's spine as if he was looking for something. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed as if he was thinking about something.
"Fortunately, it hasn't completely fused with his spine. If it were to completely fuse with his spine, then I wouldn't be able to remove this thorn … What it seals is the body and also senior brother Shimizu's origin soul. Even if it was another body, it would still be the same …" As Wang Lin pondered, his index finger suddenly moved and pierced into the first vertebra on Shimizu's back.
Shimizu's body trembled and he opened his eyes. He clenched his teeth and didn't let the pain leak out.
Wang Lin softly said, "Senior brother, the pain from the ninth thorn will be even more intense than the previous eight …"
"I've endured pain my entire life. I'm used to it." Shimizu's voice was hoarse, but it was calm without any fluctuations.
There was sadness in Wang Lin's eyes. After letting out a sigh, he no longer hesitated and said, "Endure it."
As he spoke, his right hand pierced deep into Shimizu's back and pierced into Shimizu's spine. His fingers moved like lightning as he squeezed.
Immediately, a weak thorn was pinched by Wang Lin's two fingers.
Shimizu's face was deathly pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat. However, he gritted his teeth and turned the pain into a flame of hatred that burned in his eyes.
Wang Lin pinched the soft thorn and slowly pulled it out. This feeling was like extracting marrow. The pain was something that few people could endure.
Wang Lin's expression was extremely solemn. He didn't allow his fingers to tremble in the slightest as he pinched the thorn and slowly pulled it out. With every inch he pulled out, Shimizu would tremble and let out a muffled groan. His hands clawed at the ground, digging a deep hole.
Wang Lin couldn't see Shimizu's expression as he focused all his attention on his fingers.
As he slowly pulled it out, he maintained a steady speed. He didn't dare to be too violent. The thorn was soft, and although it hadn't completely fused with Shimizu's spine, it had fused more than half. Because of this, he had to be even more careful.
Time passed. The ninth thorn was very long. In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Wang Lin had pulled out more than half of it. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he didn't care about it at all. He continued to stare at the thorn.
The thorn that was pulled out was completely black. Large amounts of black blood dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.
"Pull it out at once!" Shimizu's calm voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth as it passed into Wang Lin's ears.
Wang Lin was silent. In the blink of an eye, his right hand violently pulled out all of the thorns from Shimizu's spine. Black blood sprayed out, and Shimizu coughed up a mouthful of blood. His spine, which had bulged out, began to wriggle in a strange manner as it slowly began to calm down.
Shimizu gasped for breath. His eyes were bloodshot, and it took a long time for them to calm down. His hands flashed in an incantation gesture as he began to meditate.
Wang Lin's face was pale. After tossing away the thorn, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. When he pulled out the ninth thorn, it was as if he were pulling out his own marrow. Although the pain wasn't as great as what Shimizu had experienced, it was still intense.
An hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes.
"Senior-apprentice Brother, this is the last one …" said Wang Lin softly.
Shimizu slowly let out a breath and turned to face Wang Lin. He silently looked at the junior brother he had known all those years ago. He looked at the exhausted expression on Wang Lin's face, and he looked at Wang Lin's body covered in dried red blood. His eyes softened.
"You've grown up …" said Shimizu with a smile.
The junior brother in front of him was no longer the little Cultivator from the Land of Cultivation who needed him to stand in front of him and protect him from the wind and rain. Now, he was a powerhouse who could shake the stars.
Wang Lin looked at Shimizu and smiled. Although his smile was tired, it revealed his true happiness.
"Do you have wine?"
Shimizu waved his hands. His body had been imprisoned for many years, and now it felt a bit unfamiliar.
Wang Lin nodded and grabbed at the air with his right hand. A crack to his storage space opened and a wine jug flew out.
Shimizu laughed and grabbed the jug. He placed it in his mouth and took a big gulp. The spicy feeling spread throughout his body, causing him to let out a long breath. He handed the jug to Wang Lin.
After Wang Lin took it, he also placed it in his mouth and took a big gulp. There was a burning sensation in his body. He looked at Shimizu and laughed at the same time.
The two of them laughed very happily. This kind of hearty and heroic laughter was rare for Shimizu, and it was the same for Wang Lin.
"After this thorn is taken out, I can recover my cultivation and improve a lot!
Slaughter essence, slaughter essence … "As Shimizu spoke, there was a flash of sadness in his eyes, but he hid it deeply. He took the jug from Wang Lin and took another sip.
"Come, let's take out the last thorn!"
Shimizu put down the jug and his eyes lit up. This made Wang Lin vaguely see Shimizu from the past!
"The last thorn is in the blood vessels of your entire body!
This thorn is probably the longest one! "Wang Lin looked at the bulging thing in Shimizu's blood vessels and slowly said.
"It starts from here. I remember that this thorn entered from here."
Shimizu pondered for a moment. He raised his right hand and pointed at his heart. A bloody wound immediately appeared on his chest. The flesh and blood separated, revealing the blue blood vessels below.
After taking a deep breath, Shimizu didn't hesitate and directly pulled the blood vessels out of the wound. His expression was calm as if he couldn't see any pain, but his pupils shrank. This was enough to show how much pain he was in.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he waved his right hand forward. He directly cut off the blood vessels in Shimizu's chest. The moment the blood vessels were cut, blood was about to spray out, but Wang Lin immediately used a seal to solidify one end of the blood vessels. Then, two fingers reached into the other end of the blood vessels and squeezed.
As if he had grabbed something, Wang Lin suddenly pulled it out. Shimizu's body trembled like never before. His face that had just recovered turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and looked down at the blood vessels in his chest. Under Wang Lin's pull, half of the purple thorn was pulled out!
The thorn was even softer, like a snake. When half of it was pulled out, it was still twisting its body.
Every time it twisted, more cold sweat appeared on Shimizu's forehead. He grabbed the jug of wine next to him and took another big gulp.
The moment he drank the wine, Wang Lin grabbed the purple thorn with his right hand and pulled it out. The thorn twisted and was pulled out seven feet long. Shimizu's face turned green. His lips trembled and a low roar came from his mouth. He stared at the sky, and the anger in his eyes burned again. Under the intense pain, he crushed the jug of wine in his right hand and the wine inside sprayed everywhere.
"Wang Lin, do you have strong wine …?"
Wang Lin silently raised his left hand and grabbed at the air. A green wine jug appeared. It wasn't wine, but the Flame Dragon's blood that old Rosefinch had given him!
This blood was very strong!
Shimizu took the wine jug and drank it. He took a deep breath and laughed. "There's a fishy smell, but it's also sweet. How is this wine? This is clearly blood, but this blood wine is strong enough!
Wang Lin, pull out all the thorns! "
Wang Lin's eyes were serious. He grabbed the thorns and pulled. As Shimizu roared, more than half of them were pulled out!
Countless blue veins popped out on Shimizu's body and moved toward his chest.
As Wang Lin pulled, Shimizu's solidified cultivation began to loosen. A monstrous killing intent rose into the sky and turned into rolling black clouds. The killing intent became extremely thick!
Patches of black snow slowly fell from the clouds and drifted to the ground.
"You rest for a bit. I'll do it myself."
A cold light flashed in Shimizu's eyes. He stood up and took another drink from the wine jug in his right hand. His left hand reached out and grabbed the purple thorns on his chest and pulled them out.
There was a loud bang as the blue veins on his body wriggled even more violently. Shockingly, quite a bit of the purple thorns were pulled out by Shimizu.
"You've sealed me for all these years. Today, come out!"
Shimizu's voice was extremely cold, as if he didn't care about the pain at all. He grabbed the last part of the purple thorns on his chest and pulled. With a bang, the thorns were torn in half!
The half that was connected to the blood vessels immediately shrank, as if it wanted to hide inside the blood vessels again. Shimizu didn't even look at it. He threw away the snake-like thorns and formed a sword with his two fingers. An earth-shattering killing intent spread out and he pressed his two fingers into the blood vessels on his chest.
"Since you don't want to come out, then you can die inside my body." The moment Shimizu's two fingers fell, the falling black snow rushed toward his chest. The killing intent that shocked Wang Lin also rushed into the blood vessels in his body through Shimizu's two fingers.
Popping sounds came from Shimizu's body. The blue veins on his body wriggled and screamed, but they quickly calmed down. The sharp thorns, which seemed to be alive, were instantly killed by Shimizu's killing intent.
Shimizu's body trembled and he spat out a large amount of black blood. His skinny body swelled up and slowly regrown. He returned to his original appearance.
At this moment, the killing intent in his body exploded. The sky turned dark and black snow filled the air. At the end of the sky, an illusory door appeared!
The Void Door!