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I snatched the syringe from Li Xudong's hand and slammed it onto the ground.
The green liquid splattered everywhere.
"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted angrily.
A strange smile appeared on Li Xudong's face.
"I'm just helping the patients."
"Helping the patients?" I scoffed. "With that unknown liquid?"
"This is the latest Energy Supplement," Li Xudong explained. "It can help patients regain their strength."
"You're lying," I said coldly.
I turned to leave.
Li Xudong's voice seemed to follow me from behind.
"Jiang Xiaodao, you can't escape."
I ignored him and quickly left the hospital.
I rode my electric bike aimlessly through the streets.
Li Xudong's eerie smile kept flashing in my mind.
And those strange instruments and documents in the basement.
I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web; the more I struggled, the deeper I sank.
As night fell, the city lights began to twinkle.
I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and just wanted to find a place to rest.
I rode my electric bike to an ancient temple.
The temple's main gate was tightly shut.
I pushed against it, but it wouldn't budge.
Sighing, I was about to leave when suddenly, a voice came from behind me.
"Are you lost, my child?"
I turned around to see an Old Daoist standing behind me.
The Old Daoist had white hair and a youthful face, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
"Sir, I just want to find a place to rest," I said.
"Come in," the Old Daoist said as he opened the temple gate.
I followed the Old Daoist into the temple.
In the temple, incense wafted through the air, creating a solemn and reverent atmosphere.
The Old Daoist led me to a meditation room.
"Please, take a seat," he said.
I settled onto the cushion as the Old Daoist poured me a cup of tea.
"I can see that your forehead is dark; have you encountered some troubles?" he inquired.
After a moment of hesitation, I decided to share my experiences with the Old Daoist.
Upon hearing my story, he fell silent for a moment.
"This Power Bank you possess is quite extraordinary," he remarked.
"Oh?" I felt a stir of curiosity. "Elder, do you know its origins?"
"You are not the only one to have such a device," the Old Daoist replied slowly. "It is an apparatus that can collect and store Life Energy."
My heart sank at his words, confirming my suspicions.
"Elder, what exactly is this Life Energy you speak of?" I asked.
"Life Energy is the essence that sustains all living activities," the Old Daoist explained. "It exists within every living being."
"And this Power Bank of yours can absorb the Life Energy of others to extend your own lifespan."
My breathing became rapid.
"Old man, do you know who created this Power Bank?" I asked.
"Sublimation Hospital," the Old Daoist revealed a name that shocked me.
"Sublimation Hospital?"
"That's right," the Old Daoist nodded. "The director of Sublimation Hospital, Li Xudong, has been secretly researching Life Energy."
"And your Power Bank is one of his research outcomes."
In my mind, the strange smile of Li Xudong surfaced.
Along with the bizarre instruments and documents in the basement.
I finally understood why Li Xudong had been tracking me.
He wanted to use my Power Bank to fulfill his ambitions.
"Benefactor, you have already become entangled in a massive conspiracy," the Old Daoist said earnestly.
"You must be careful."
My heart sank to the depths.
I felt like a little bird trapped in a cage, with nowhere to escape.
"Old Daoist, what should I do?" I asked.
The Old Daoist looked at me, his eyes filled with sympathy.
"You have only two choices," he said.
"Either continue using the Power Bank to extend your life," he continued, "or give up the Power Bank and seek another path."
My heart was filled with conflict and struggle.
I longed to live, but I did not want to hurt anyone.
What should I do?
The Old Daoist seemed to sense my hesitation. He sighed and said, "Child, your fate should not be extinguished, but the road ahead is perilous. You must be cautious; the outcome is yours to choose."
He pulled an ancient copper coin from his sleeve and handed it to me. "If you encounter danger, hold this coin tightly."
I took the coin; it felt cold in my hand, and a strange power surged into my body. I looked up to ask for clarification, only to find that the Old Daoist had vanished, leaving behind only the faint scent of incense and the empty meditation room. Could it be that all of this was just an illusion?
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