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Zhao Changyuan held his wife and son behind him, his brows filled with anger:

"What is my son's crime?"

"Hehehe..." The old man in purple and blue robes smiled and shook his head. The woman in jade and white robes stood behind him in silence and slapped Zhao Changyuan again.

The strong wind roared, and the surroundings suddenly felt like wind and rain. The palm of the woman in jade-white robe did not leave any room like the previous palm, but wanted to directly kill Zhao Changyuan.

"Brother! Back off!"

There was an angry shout and the rubble on the roof rattled. A swordsman in black flew over and slashed at the old man and the woman with his sword.

"Junior brother?" Zhao Changyuan was confused. After he was expelled from the Sword Tomb due to some things, he had long lost contact with his former brothers. How did the junior brother know that he was in trouble today?

The sword energy and palm power entangled, creating an extremely powerful aura. The swordsman in black guarded Zhao Changyuan and said in a deep voice:

"Senior brother, if this is not the time to talk, please take your sister-in-law and nephew and leave first."

Zhao Changyuan was not shy, he nodded in agreement, took his wife and son, and then cautiously retreated.

As Zhao Changyuan left, the picture in front of Zhao Wujiang became more and more hazy until he couldn't see it clearly.

Finally, Zhao Wujiang saw the swordsman in black holding a three-foot green blade. When he shouted angrily, the green blade turned into countless dark fragments and flew toward the old man and the woman.

The scene suddenly stopped, and Zhao Wujiang felt the fog around him rolling.

A gentle woman's anxious voice sounded:

"Brother Changyuan, look what's wrong with Ah Wu? He...why doesn't he cry or make trouble? Look...look!"

"Those people are from Miao territory, Ah Wu must have been poisoned..." Zhao Changyuan's voice contained anger, sighs and doubts:

"Go to Third Uncle's house first. He has excellent medical skills and should be able to do something..."

The mist continued to surge, and Zhao Wujiang's heart became tense. He knew that the gentle woman was probably his mother, and that Zhao Changyuan should be his father. As for the baby in his arms, he was himself when he was a child.

He didn't expect that when he was a child, he was actually poisoned by Lou Lan Gu, but why was there no difference in his body?

"Creak." The sound of the door being pushed open sounded.

"Chang Yuan? Yao'er? What's wrong? Come on, sit inside." A deep and mellow voice came, and Zhao Wujiang knew as soon as he heard it that this was his third uncle Zhao Shou when he was young.

"Third uncle, Awu Zhongnanjiang's poison has been poisoned. Please try and save him..."

Then there was a murmuring sound, as if the baby was being picked up and the baby was being unswaddled and diagnosed.

There was a long silence, and then Zhao Shou sighed:

"Loulan Holy Gu!

How could Ah Wu fall for such a poisonous insect? Changyuan, have you ever had a grudge with them?"

"No, today, this Miao people suddenly found us and started to kill us. And they didn't come for me at all, but for the kid A Wu." Zhao Changyuan was confused and angry.

"It's hard to explain..." Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:

"We have to wait a few days for the Gu to be found before we can find it. Then we can think of a way..."

In the vast sky and earth, there were only sounds. Zhao Wujiang listened quietly, and the voices of his father, mother and third uncle kept coming, as if they were discussing something.

During this period, little Zhao Wujiang never made a sound of crying. It was quiet except for the sound of his mother constantly crying and blaming herself.

I don't know how long it took, but a cry finally sounded.

The fog in front of Zhao Wujiang's eyes was quickly dissipating, and the scene appeared in a strange house. There were many medicinal materials stacked in the house, and there were several rows of bookshelves filled with medicinal books.

There were three people surrounding the wooden table, staring at little Zhao Wujiang who was crying on the wooden table.

"This is the best time to investigate Loulan Holy Gu."

The third uncle, Zhao Shou, had black hair mixed with silver threads. He frowned and felt the bones on Xiao Zhao Wujiang's body for diagnosis. His expression was not worried at first, but as the diagnosis progressed, it became more and more serious.

Little Zhao Wujiang clasped his hands and cried tirelessly, even his tender voice began to become hoarse.
Chapter completed!