Qin Wushuang was lying in a thick quilt, and her body, which was so thin that she could hardly carry such a heavy quilt.

She said weakly: "But he treats medicine as the most important thing every day. He even refuses to delay it when it rains when he is on the road. I drink three meals a day and it is all medicine, but the more I drink it inside my body... the worse it is... sometimes... I think, just like this... how good I'll fall asleep..."

Qin Wushuang's business was getting lower and lower, and finally disappeared completely. Zhuge Canglan was so scared that he quickly looked at her breathing. Fortunately... although it was very weak,... she was still alive after all.

Judging from her current situation, she is already in a diminishing state and can survive a miracle in just one month.

Zhuge Canglan walked out of Qin Wushuang's room. She didn't plan to leave. Before she passed this level, she followed Qin Wushuang...

After wandering around the yard, she found Azhao's room. He curled up behind the door and was shaking. It seemed that he was crying secretly.

Zhuge Canglan was about to walk over when suddenly a black shadow broke into the room.

A layer of black cloth was wrapped from head to toe, and the face was covered with black cloth. Only two holes were dug in the eyes. The brown eyes in the night were shining with a vicious light.

After hearing the movement, Azhao jumped up immediately and blew his fists to attack the man in black: "Who are you?"

It seems that Azhao has learned Kung Fu, but... he is not good at learning it well, and he is soon captured by the man in black at such a young age.

He pinched Azhao's neck and kissed: "Boy, do you want to save your master? Then hand over the "Poison Marrow Sutra" and I can help you find a medicine to bring back the dead!"

The man in black's voice was very unpleasant, dull, and buzzing, probably the sound made after a special voice change.

Azhao's face turned red and his eyes were fixed on the man in black: "My master does not have the "Poison Marrow Sutra"..."

The man in black suddenly grabbed his hand and his voice became a little crazy: "Hmph, no, who doesn't know that the Poison King Sha Miaoshou passed on all his life's true teachings to Qin Wushuang, the little disciple. "The Poison Marrow Sutra" is the treasure of the old thing to keep the mountain. Who else can he give if he doesn't give it to Qin Wushuang?"

Azhao's eyes were slightly bulging, and he was breathing hard with his mouth open. His face began to turn purple, but he was not afraid at all: "If my master had the "Poison Marrow Sutra", why would her body... be...will she...will, how could she be?"

Perhaps Azhao's words had worked, and the man in black suddenly let go of his neck and threw him to the ground.

"Okay, I'll believe you once... But, in my opinion, I still have one or two points of kindness, I'll tell you a way to save your master..."

Azhao covered his neck and raised his head. He knew that Qin Wushuang's body might leave at any time. Now he would try any solution.

The man in black slowly bent down, and two vicious clusters of fire were shining in his sinister eyes.

"I have heard of human blood steamed buns. I heard that as long as you eat human blood steamed buns soaked in blood from people who were beheaded on the execution ground, you will be cured of all diseases..."

Azhao pushed the man in black away and shouted excitedly: "You are talking nonsense... it's impossible. I've seen someone eat, but... no one is good, no one is good..."

The man in black retreated along Azhao's hand and floated out of the window, but his voice came from outside like an evil ghost.

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Chapter completed!