The blood made a sound as it sprayed into the flames, and then it emitted a unique smell. It was a bit fishy, like fish that had been let out in the summer.
"Thank you, Senior," the young man said.
"Fortunately, I came in time," the man in the long coat said. "Otherwise, you would have died there!"
"You have only been practicing for a short time," the young man in the long coat said. "The medicine has entered your skin and muscles. It has not yet reached your internal organs and spirit. Let me help you heal first."
The injured young man took off his clothes, revealing his upper body. Under the light of the fire, it was vaguely visible that his skin was a strange greenish-black color. There were scars in many places, as if he had been scalded by boiling water. There were several wounds on his chest and abdomen. They were bleeding very slowly.
The man who came later took out a small round medicine box and opened it. There was dark green ointment inside. He took out a little and applied it to the wound.
Hmm.
The place where the ointment was applied to the wound soon had blood oozing out. It stopped bleeding in an instant.
"The old man's knife was full of strength," the young man said. "His martial arts cultivation is not weak. You have injured your internal organs. You must recuperate. Otherwise, it will leave a root cause."
"Senior, I want to try again," the young man reluctantly said.
"Your medicine is in a hurry to succeed," the young man said. "The foundation is unstable. Now the toxins are deposited in your body. With the master's secret medicine suppressing them, there won't be a problem for a while. However, it will definitely not work for a long time. You will go on the wrong path. What's more, you are injured now. Adding fuel to the fire, you must go back as soon as possible.
"Senior, I can't wait."
"Well, I will go with you." The young man thought for a moment.
"Take this medicine first," the young man said. "There are only seven days. Whether you succeed or not, you must go back with me."
"Yes," the young man said.
With a crackling sound, the flames burned and eventually turned into ashes.
It was dawn. The abandoned villa was empty. There was not a single person in sight.
In a villa somewhere in Dao …
"Master, is Hao OK?"
"He is fine. He is out of danger."
"Who is the man who came later?" Uncle Lin asked.
The other party's movements were extremely fast, and it was obvious that he had left some leeway. His kung fu was probably not much worse than Uncle Lin's. He was the other party's strong support and a big enemy.
"I'm afraid it's one of the secret sects in Miaojiang!" The old man with the surname Gu said.
"Secret sect? Master, what do you mean?"
"I vaguely saw something hanging from his waist. That should be the logo of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine in Miaojiang."
"Valley of thousands of medicine?"
None of them had heard of this name before.
"Hehe, it's normal that you don't know this name. I also heard it by chance. Only then did I know that there is such a sect in Miaojiang. Speaking of a person, you should know him, Medicine King Wu San."
Sun Zhengrong asked in surprise, "Of course, we know that. His reputation is like thunder in our ears. Is he from the Valley of Thousands of Medicine?"
If that was the case, then they would be in big trouble.
The "King of Medicine" had an amazing reputation in Miaojiang, and his influence was amazing. Such a person was really not suitable to be an enemy.
"More or less. He had been there for a while, so he could be considered half a disciple of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine."
"So powerful!" Uncle Lin exclaimed.
"Yes. Actually, the outside world knows very little about them. Rather than calling them a sect, it would be better to call them a relatively isolated village. It's just that the rules there are very strict and they don't like to communicate with the outside world."
"They are good at using poison?"
"Excellent!"
Sun Zhengrong took a deep breath.
He didn't know how the young man who escaped that day was involved with the secret sect in Miaojiang, but it was undoubtedly a huge threat. A dangerous person and a dangerous person with a dangerous person with a strong backer were on a completely different level.
"Thank you, Master."
"You are welcome," Uncle Lin said. "It's better to be careful. Although these secret sects rarely come into the world, many of them are eccentric and difficult to deal with."
After Master Gu went to rest, Sun Zhengrong called Uncle Lin to the study.
"Master, this matter is a bit troublesome."
"That Zhao Young-ho must die!" Sun Zhengrong coldly said.
"As Master Gu said just now, we have to be prepared to be enemies with that place."
"Go and inquire about that place," Uncle Lin said. "Be careful."
"I'll do it right away."
"Sigh, it's a pity that Gu Chunchi doesn't know martial arts."
"Yes, I saw that the person who came last night had profound martial arts, good at using poison, and good at martial arts," Uncle Lin said. "It's really tricky."
In the underground of Dao, there were 50 million hidden flowers. This was not a small number.
Moreover, they were just looking for a person to provide information. Once they caught the person, it would be done, regardless of life or death.
"Brother, I heard that Sun Zhengrong said that the hidden flowers will increase," Uncle Lin said.
"Whether it increases or not, we have to hurry," Uncle Lin said. "Is your information reliable?"
"Absolutely reliable!"
"Kill him as soon as you see him, regardless of life or death."
In an underground parking lot in Dao …
"What's going on? How did these people find us?"
Two men in long coats looked at the three people on the ground. This was already the third wave in the morning. They were like maggots in the tarsal bone, inexhaustible.
"Sun Zhengrong, that old thing, set a hidden flower. As long as you find me, regardless of life or death, 50 million."
"Wow, Junior, you are so valuable," Uncle Lin said. "Hey, I have an idea!"
"What idea? Don't tell me you want to tie me up and send me there?"
"Exactly," Uncle Lin said. "Think about it, your enemy is the richest man here. He is heavily guarded. You saw it last night. With such security, it is naturally difficult to get close to him. Since he has set a hidden flower, why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to take the initiative to go there?"
"Well, that's an idea," Uncle Lin said.
As they were talking, another wave of people came over.
"Hurry up!"
Their traces had been discovered. With the help of the current network monitoring equipment, people from both sides of the law were looking for them.
"It seems that this plan is not going to work," Uncle Lin said. "Let's go to his house again tonight."
"It must be heavily guarded, waiting for us to go," Zhao Young-ho said.
"Aren't you unwilling to give up? Let's go and have a look," Uncle Lin said. "I brought something special."
In the mountain village hundreds of miles away …
On Nanshan Hill, there were some clouds and mist. The trees on the mountain could be vaguely seen.
A man and a dog stood on the top of the mountain.
"San Xian, this mountain is indeed high," Wang Yao said to San Xian.
He had found the rubbing of the rocks at the border of Nanshan Hill and Dongshan Hill. It was caused by the elevation of the terrain. During this period, he had felt that the mountain under his feet had changed from time to time. Now that he thought about it carefully, it was growing. So far, it had grown more than 30 feet. Such a speed was really amazing.
Could it be related to the spirit gathering battle array?
In the morning, there were many people in the clinic. There were seven patients and their family members.
This time, they were a bit noisy. It was because one of the patients was seriously ill and had a severe headache. Later, his son, who was tall and strong, wanted to cut the line as soon as he came in. Naturally, some people were unhappy with such a practice. They had been waiting for a while. What right did he have to cut the line as soon as he came in? Therefore, they argued in the clinic. The man was tall and strong, but he still wanted to be an adult.
"Assistant!" Wang Yao said. The man stopped. After all, he had come to seek medical treatment.
"Wait for me."
"Line up, or leave," Wang Yao said coldly.
"Doctor, my father has a severe headache. Can you take a look at him first? There is no big problem with that person. I'll take care of him."
"Are you the doctor or am I? Your father's illness is not serious for a while. Wait."
"Well."
"What?"
The man took a deep breath and held back his anger. He sat in the chair and waited.
His father was old and had a bad headache. His eyebrows were knitted together.
"Dad, please bear with it."
"Treat this old man first. I can wait," a middle-aged woman said.
"Oh, thank you."
The old man's headache was damp and hot. Wang Yao stopped the headache with just one injection. He then prescribed two decoctions to relieve heat and dampness.
"Go back and take them. Rest more."
"Oh, OK. Thank you, doctor."
"I'm sorry!" The man met the people who had just quarreled outside the door and took the initiative to apologize.
"Forget it." The man waved his hand and did not say anything more.
After everyone left in the morning, Wang Yao was alone in the clinic. I have to think of a way.
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