In my previous life, I, Qin Lang, could only watch helplessly as Qin Chuan closed his eyes in pain on my father's deathbed. This lifetime, I, Qin Lang, will exhaust every effort to pull you back from the clutches of the King of Hell!,Qin Chuan, already withered and emaciated, was covered with all sorts of pipes. Beside him stood a few people, including a middle-aged couple. Although both wore anxious expressions on their faces, Qin Chuan saw through their feigned worry to the cruelty lurking beneath.,If this were a minor ailment, Qin Lang could easily solve it. However, now that Qin Lang's cultivation is gone and all he has left is a sliver of true qi swirling within him, it's barely enough to delay the flow of Qin Chuan's life force!。