"I just thought of the method recently."
The old beggar sat down and looked sideways at Ling Li, "Do you remember the rune I painted for you that year?"
Ling Li nodded, "Of course, I do."
Although when painting the rune for him, the old beggar was nagging like a play, the temperament inadvertently revealed by the elder sitting in front of him at this moment proved that the rune was not painted casually.
The old beggar smiled slightly when he heard the answer, "Everything is exactly as it needs to be. I also painted a rune for Miss Su a few years ago, and now it becomes the key for saving her life."
After saying that, the old beggar reached out and tapped gently at Ling Li's wrist. A large number of black runes like tadpoles appeared immediately and crawled across the back of his hand
