After Song Deming heard Tang Fan's words, he laughed loudly and said: "As long as I can save my life, it doesn't matter if I shed some blood!"
Tang Fan first took out a jade vase, then grabbed Song Deming's hand, pinched it lightly with his fingertips, and immediately a blood arrow flew out and landed accurately in the jade vase.
Tang Fan put the jade bottle away and said: "This blood worm needs the host's blood to nourish it at any time. As long as your blood is there, even though it is in my body, it will still not be noticed by the caster."
Song Deming asked curiously: "Then why does it come out of my body and explode every few days?"
Tang Fan said: "What came out was not blood worms, and what exploded was not blood, but your... vitality!"
Ning Deming's expression changed slightly and he said: "In other words, every time it explodes, my vitality will decrease?"
"According to my calculations, within this month, your vitality has been reduced by half a year. As bloodworm attacks become more and more frequent, then..."
Tang Fan didn't say anything further, but everyone knew what the result would be.
Boss Zhao said angrily: "This is unreasonable, the person who casts the spell is too bad!"
Tang Fan said: "The person who cast the spell is indeed bad, but the designer of this plan is even more hateful. If he doesn't cooperate inside and outside, how can he get close to the leader!"
Mr. Hu glanced at Tang Fan, then at Song Deming, but finally said nothing.
Boss Zhao also glanced at Song Deming and asked: "Tang Fan, can you make up for the vitality that the chief has lost?"
Without waiting for Tang Fan to answer, Song Deming smiled and said: "It's only half a year, don't be afraid!"
Tang Fan smiled and said: "Not to mention half a year, not even half a day. Since I have caught up with this matter, I will not only make up for the lost vitality of the leader, but also help him deal with the hidden diseases in his body to ensure your health.
!”
Song Deming looked curious and asked: "Is it really possible?"
Tang Fan said: "Although the Blood Sacrifice Insect has been in your body for a short time, it has already caused trauma, and I still need to nurse it back."
After Tang Fan finished speaking, he glanced at Mr. Hu casually.
Huan Bang was a good man and understood immediately. He looked at Boss Zhao and said, "Xiao Zhao, let Tang Fan concentrate on treating Deming's injury first. Let's go out and sit for a while."
"well……"
Boss Zhao and Huan Bang walked out together.
Lord Tang looked at Song Deming and said: "Chief, please sit down and let me expel the toxins from your body first."
Song Deming asked: "How much toxins did the bloodworms leave in my body?"
Tang Fan smiled faintly, stared into Song Deming's eyes and said, "Blood worms are blood worms, and toxins are toxins!"
"What did you say?"
"Chief, although I don't understand officialdom, I think it's not just the hermits of Sangju who are targeting you. Maybe you can guess something in your mind."
Only then did Song Deming understand the reason why Tang Fan "driven" Hu and Zhao out, and asked: "Actually, I have suspected it for a long time, but I just couldn't believe it. Is this poison powerful?"
Tang Fan asked: "In the past six months, have you occasionally felt numbness in your palms, weak body, and too lazy to move?"
"Well, I don't have enough energy. I thought I was getting old."
Tang Fan shook his head and said: "Your health is very good. I can responsibly say that without the intervention of any external drugs, you will not get sick within ten years. However, this poison is a chronic poison. He
It can limit the flow rate of your blood, thereby controlling the brain nerves and slowing down the attack."
Song Deming asked: "Will the result be fatal?"
"It won't kill you, but it will make you unable to take care of yourself. I think this is even more fatal for people like you!"
"good!"
"This poison should be placed on your usual food, water, underwear, etc."
"I understand what you mean."
Song Deming was so shrewd that he immediately understood Tang Fan's hint. The only people who could control his diet were the few closest people around him.
"Now, I'm starting to detoxify!"
Tang Fan took out the Golden Phoenix Needle and pierced Song Deming's back this time.
After performing the acupuncture, Tang Fan slapped Song Deming on the head with one palm, injected the zhenqi into his body, slowly gathered the toxins in his body together, and then expelled them through his mouth.
The gold needle gradually glowed with black light, which showed that there was a lot of toxins in Song Deming's body.
"Uh... poof!"
After a long time, Song Deming opened his mouth and spurted out several mouthfuls of black blood. Only when the last blood turned red did Tang Fan take back the golden needle.
Song Deming wiped his mouth, raised his hand to try it, and said with a smile: "It does feel different."
Tang Fan took out another elixir, handed it over and said, "This elixir can replenish your vitality."
Song Deming nodded, opened his mouth and swallowed.
Tang Fan raised his palm and pressed it on his back, helping him absorb the power of the medicine and at the same time injecting his own yang energy into Song Deming's body.
Song Deming's face gradually turned red, he began to feel hot, and his whole body was covered in sweat.
"ah!"
After a while, Song Deming roared and blew out a mouthful of hot gas.
“I feel so energetic now!”
Song Deming immediately jumped up from his chair, as light as a swallow, as if he had become a young man.
Tang Fan seemed to have no energy. He raised his hand to wipe his sweat and sat down on the chair.
"Tang Fan, thank you!"
Although Song Deming didn't understand what Tang Fan had done, he also knew that he spent a lot of energy to treat his illness.
"Chief, next, you are going to pretend to be sick!"
Tang Fan gasped and stood up. Regardless of his fatigue, he made another secret and cast a spell, and used the magic sutra technique on Song Deming.
"Chief, look in the mirror now!"
Tang Fan pointed behind him.
Song Deming looked back and was shocked. He saw that his face was sallow and had some wrinkles, making him look much older.
"What are you..."
Song Deming was confused by Tang Fan. He had obviously made himself prosperous, so why did he become like this again?
Tang Fan explained: "Bloodworms can devour life, so in order not to attract attention, you need to look sick!"
"Wonderful, so wonderful!"
Song Deming laughed loudly and then said: "Tang Fan, your guess is correct. There may be people at home and abroad who don't wish me well."
Tang Fan said nothing and listened carefully.
Song Deming continued: "There are some things that I shouldn't tell you, but I can tell you now. Three years later, No. 1 is about to retire. Some people regard me as a threat, attack my body, and even join forces with foreign countries to
It’s all possible!”
"So, you already know who it is?"
Song Deming walked to the desk, took a pen and wrote down two names and a phone number.
He handed the note to Tang Fan and said: "These two people are most likely the ones who harmed me. Maybe one of them, maybe they were both involved. This phone number is my absolute confidant. If you encounter anyone in the future,
If you have any difficulties, you can come to him."
"yes!"
Tang Fan took the note and kept it in his heart, then raised his palm and turned it into ashes.
Song Deming suddenly asked: "Tang Fan, don't you hate me?"
"Why do I hate you?"
Song Deming said: "Last time Ye Jifeng went to the Five Immortals Sect to arrest Ye Tang, I signed the order!"
Tang Fan said: "The order you signed does not mean that it is the order you gave, does it?"
"It seems, you understand?"
Tang Fan shook his head and said: "Before I met you, I didn't just hate you, but now, not only do I not hate you, but I admire you very much!"
"As long as you don't blame me."
Song Deming nodded happily. Although the conversation between the two was heart-to-heart, it was like playing a charade.
However, they all understood each other's thoughts.
"When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves!"
Song Deming sighed and looked very helpless.
"Chief, I would like to ask you a question."
"What?"
Tang Fan took out a golden token from the Qiankun Bag and asked, "Do you recognize it?"
Tang Fan's move was very rash, but he still wanted to give it a try.
"This is...the Black Dragon Order!"
Song Deming looked at Tang Fan in disbelief and immediately asked: "Why do you have the Black Dragon Order?"
"My dad gave it to me."
"Your dad?"
Song Deming took a breath of air, patted his shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be the successor of the Black Dragon Order, do your best!"