The front yard of the hospital, the back yard of the building, inside and outside the corridor, and the two stations were filled with Yun Qiang's men and his subordinates. No one dared to get close to this floor except Professor Bayara.

"Brother Shuang, you... haven't you gone to rest?" Ye Shan sat in front of the hospital bed and held Ma Ya's hand and said in surprise. Wushuang didn't close her eyes for two days and two nights in a row, and was seriously injured. How could she bear it if she continued like this?

The long-lived lamp in front of the hospital bed was on a faint flame, and everyone did not dare to speak loudly when they entered the room, for fear that they would accidentally turn off the multiple lamps.

"How is she?" Wushuang said the first thing he said when he pushed the door open and asked Ma Ya about her situation.

Ye Shan shook her head helplessly. In fact, Wushuang had already accepted this fact in her heart. But he still hoped that a miracle would happen.

"You are exhausted after running so far. Go and rest. I will call you if you have any questions. Qiangzi, you can go to have a nap."

"Oh." Everyone didn't dare to disturb him and hurriedly left the ward.

"The flame is so weak." Master Ying sat in front of Ma Ya's bed and lit up the wick for her, but no matter how it was done, the oil lamp was still not lit. The flame was beating weakly, like a life struggling dyingly.

Hai Rigu looked at Ma Ya's face, reached out to pull a hair off from under her neck, he held the hair in front of him and pulled it straight, then gently broke the hair into two pieces.

"Hiss..." He frowned.

"What's wrong with Master Ying?" Wushuang asked.

"Let me think of another way, maybe there are other ways."

Wushuang stood in front of the window with a cigarette and looked anxiously looking forward to it. He was looking forward to a miracle that would happen. Of course, there were descendants of the Shentuomen around him who could have miracles at any time. They were the ones who created miracles.

The old man Hairigu patted Ma Ya's shoulder three times in a row with his big hand, then lowered his head and said something softly in Ma Ya's ear. The voice was very small, and Wushuang couldn't hear it clearly. He seemed to be humming a Mongolian nursery rhyme. The song was very warm and melodious, like a mother's call to her children.

After singing the nursery rhyme three times in a row, Ma Ya's body suddenly thrust up a few times. The scene was the same as the reaction of a human body spasm.

Wushuang threw the cigarette on the ground and rushed forward to hold Ma Ya's little hand and was excited: "Ya'er, please open your eyes and look at me. We're out, everyone is alive. Wake up quickly! Can you hear me? Please open your eyes and look at me."

But no matter how Wushuang called, Ma Ya's hand finally drooped weakly.

"Master Eagle? What's going on...is this? Is she going to wake up?"

"Hey! I'm afraid it's not that simple. I was just calling her soul. Although she heard my call and cooperated with me, her soul was too weak and she did not come out of the boundless darkness in the end. You..." Hai Rigu looked at Wushuang. Who is he? He is the leader of the Taoist sect and a beard that kills people without blinking. But at this moment his eyes were full of reluctance and tenderness. He could see that this girl was his beloved person. He couldn't bear to speak the truth.

"You'd better be mentally prepared."

"No, no, Ye Ying is the successor of the Shenchi Sect. You must have a way, right? Think about it again, think about it again! Please, you are my last hope! I won't let her die!" Wushuang was excited.

"This..." Hai Rigu was also in a dilemma.

"Steal the life!"

"No! This child's situation is very special. I have seen it just now. She was innocent in her previous life and did not owe any debts, and no one owed her debts! No one can rob her! No one can do it for a day!" Hai Rigu shook his head. The life-threat technique can't be used casually, or it can be used casually, but you must have the ability to go against God. God is not blind. Everyone has a script that everyone destined to. How can your scenes exceed the length of the script? Destiny cannot be violated!

"Previous life...Previous life...If there is really a previous life..." Wushuang choked up.

"It's what she owes you, and you may not be able to pay it back in your life." Hai Rigu saw the shining talisman on Ma Ya's neck, and the feelings between her and the young master were self-evident.

"No! No! No! No! I don't like to owe debts. If you want to pay them back, you will pay them off in this life!" Wushuang took a water cup and dipped it in a spoon with warm water to apply Ma Ya on her dry lips.

"Okay, you are a man. Men must do what men should do. I have another way, but this Master of Dharma needs to be carefully considered!" Hai Rigu kept calling out to Wushuang with a strange feeling, and it seemed a little alien. Everyone has their own ambitions, maybe he has his own difficulties, and he does not want to return to the thief like other brothers of the same sect.

The book secretly states why the descendant of the Shentuo Sect is strange in nature? It is because he caused a major disaster when he was in Inner Mongolia. He stole things that he shouldn't have stolen, and his life was alive! His life was over as early as the early 1970s, but the Shentuo Sect thief actually used the life-threatening technique to steal the lifespan of a Huangmiao monk. He survived, but he was cursed by the curse of immortality. Therefore, he did not dare to get married or have children. He was lonely all his life, afraid of bringing his bad luck to others.

"As long as you can save her, even if you exchange my life for it! Master Ying, do you have a way, right?" Wushuang finally saw hope. As long as there is hope, he would not give up.

"You are too arrogant to me. We are all mortals. If you are sick, you will ask a doctor to perform surgery and take medicine. If even a doctor cannot cure it, what can I do? It's just that I can't cure it, but the disease is just about prescriptions. There is no disease that cannot be cured and only medicines cannot be found. Mr. Dong should pass on your ability to walk the mountain to you, right?"

Hairigu said that there is Bayanwula Mountain four hundred miles southeast. This Bayanwula Mountain is a snow-covered mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years since ancient times. It has rarely been visited and has never returned. This snow-covered mountain is transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There is a deserted temple in the mountain and a mountain behind the temple. I was fortunate to visit once thirty years ago. I saw that there was a Rhodiola plant on the top of the mountain surrounded by spiritual energy. If nothing unexpected happens, the Redology is still there. This is an immortal grass, which can be lost for human life. If the young master wants to save this Ma girl, you can consider it. But you know that any point of growth in the heaven, spirit, earth treasures must be poisonous insects, beasts, and all evil spirits in the mountains are protected by all evil.

Wushuang said: "This is not a problem. The question is whether Master Ying can keep Ya'er's breath of yang energy a few days after I left."

"I will do my best! But manpower cannot defeat nature. Whether this girl can wait until you come back depends on her luck."

Wushuang clasped his fists with both hands: "Thank you, please!"
Chapter completed!