Hua Qianqian was very worried about her uncle's situation at this time. She knew that the medicine soup in the medicine tank had been added to the poison. Seeing that Adou had not opened the mechanism for a long time, she rushed to the girl who fell with her, twisted her wrist and said sternly:

"What is your relationship with Zhang Xian? Why did you bring me here? Where is the exit of this secret room? Tell me quickly!"

The girl looked at Hua Qianqian with cold eyes and said coldly: "I won't tell you, if you escape, how could my mother be resurrected? I can't get better!"

Hua Qianqian was shocked by the girl's words, and what surprised her even more was that the girl's voice was no longer as immature as before, but the voice of a middle-aged woman with a bit of vicissitudes of life.

She looked at the girl carefully for a while and found that the person in front of her was not a little girl of eight or nine years old. Judging from the fine lines on the corners of her eyes, she was at least in her thirties!

She must have had some strange disease, and she no longer changed after she grew up to eight or nine years old.

"Are you Zhang Xian's daughter?"

Hua Qianqian remembered that the prescription for the first blood had a regenerative effect, and Zhang Xian might have wanted to cure this woman's disease.

He cared so much about this woman, and at their age, it was very likely that this woman was his daughter!

This woman just said that if she escaped, she would not be able to save her mother and her. Could it be that her grandmother was related to the death of this woman's mother, so Zhang Xian held a grudge. Zhang Xian wanted to arrest her, but it was not just venting her anger!

But this woman's mother is dead, so what if she catches her?

Hua Qianqian pressed the woman to the ground, "If you don't say anything, I'll send you to see your mother!"

But at this moment, her shoulder suddenly hurt and was stabbed by a sleeve arrow. Then a person suddenly rushed out from behind her and knocked her to the ground.

"Mu'er, how are you?" The man helped the woman up worriedly. Seeing that she was not seriously injured, he looked at Hua Qianqian coldly.

"Hua Liuniang, if you can find this place, I really underestimate you!"

The man was wearing a cassock and had a square face. If Hua Qianqian had known him for a long time, she would have thought he was a great monk.

Hua Qianqian stood up reluctantly and took a few steps back. While observing the layout of the secret room, she said in a deep voice:

"Doctor Zhang, you finally showed up! Tell me, why did you deliberately bring me here?"

Zhang Xian helped Mu'er sit aside and said lightly: "Actually, I really admire you. You are brave and resourceful, and your medical skills are not bad. It's a pity that I was born in the wrong child!

If you are not Zhuo Lingyun's granddaughter, I really want you to inherit my mantle!"

"What the hell happened to you with my grandmother? You hate her so much!?"

When Zhang Xian's face immediately became gloomy when he mentioned Zhuo Lingyun.

"Why? She and Emperor Zhenghong caused the destruction of my family. Why do you say you hate her? But it doesn't matter. With you, I can save my relatives!"

Seeing Zhang Xian's crazy look, Hua Qianqian took a step back, but she found that her legs were getting softer and she could hardly hold on to the ground.

She felt nervous and guessed that Zhang Xian must have had an anesthesia-like drug on the hidden weapon.

Seeing that the effect of the medicine had already taken effect, a faint light flashed in his eyes. He immediately walked to the medicine cabinet and pulled the drawers on the medicine cabinet.

Then, a "knock" sounded in the secret room, and a secret door instantly appeared on the wall.

A cold breath floated out of the dark room, making Hua Qianqian shudder.

The woman named Mu'er helped Zhang Xian drag Hua Qianqian into the dark room. Hua Qianqian saw that there were two coffins made of jade in the dark room.

The coffin was not closed, and there were a middle-aged woman and a teenage boy lying inside.

Hua Qianqian knew at a glance that the two men had passed away for many years. Although Zhang Xian thought of many ways to prevent the bodies of these two men from rotting, Hua Qianqian could still see that there were traces of sewing on both of them.

I guess Zhang Xian must have cut off the festering area and then used other people's flesh to repair the appearance of the two.

Although Hua Qianqian can understand how much damage her relatives will bring to the living, she really cannot understand Zhang Xian's perverted approach.

“I don’t know what happened between you and your grandmother, but even if you capture me, I can’t resurrect the dead!

They have passed away. If you torture them like this, they will be in peace in the underworld! Doctor Zhang, don’t be obsessed with it anymore!”

"Yes, I can definitely save them!"

Zhang Xian looked at Hua Qianqian hideously, "Your blood can save them! I have seen Zhuo Lingyun use her blood to save a person without pulse. I was going to catch her and use her blood to save my sister and younger brother, but she ran away!

This post used many people's blood and could not save them, so it started to search for ancient prescriptions, but unfortunately they were useless.

Until you become more and more like your grandmother, I want to capture you and give it a try. I am not sure, but after you rescued the guard with your blood on the West Mountain, I know that you are the same as your grandmother!”

Hua Qianqian finally understood the reason why Zhang Xian came over to arrest her, and she also figured out many things.

She remembered that shortly after she was reborn, when she used frostbite ointment and other prescriptions to bring Renjitang back to life, Doctor Zhang came to Renjitang to support her.

At that time, she thought that Doctor Zhang was only interested in her medical skills, but it turned out that he had set his sights on her prey at that time.

No wonder the Saints Church, which had been silent for many years, suddenly surfaced again.

But her blood does not have the function of resurrection at all. Grandma should be the same as her, but she is a universal blood type that can save people in the dying state.

She frowned and said to Zhang Xian, "Zhang Xian, people cannot be resurrected by death, and my blood cannot save your relatives at all!

I was able to save my guard because he had not lost his vital signs, and I happened to match his bloodline!

The person my grandmother saved must be like this. The man just fainted and didn't really die!"

"Stop your mouth!"

Zhang Xian didn't want to listen to Hua Qianqian's explanation at all. He spent half his life trying to save his relatives. He finally had a little hope. Even if there was only a little chance, he would never let it go!

He glanced at Mu'er and said coldly: "Mu'er, tie her up for me and get her blood, and we can save your mother and uncle!"

Mu'er nodded quickly and immediately pressed Hua Qianqian on a chair to tie her up. Then he brought a wooden barrel and placed it next to Hua Qianqian.

Hua Qianqian struggled hard for a while, not only did she not break free, but she also made her even more tired.

She kicked the barrel over with difficulty, stared at Zhang Xian and said, "You are a doctor, how can you believe the nonsense of returning to life!"
Chapter completed!