As soon as Lu Fan held the blood jade in his hand, true energy poured into it crazily.
A faint stream of blood spread out, thread by thread, and penetrated into Liu Fang's body.
Liu Fang's body was bathed in blood light, his manic aura gradually calmed down, the blood in his mouth stopped, and the Gu insects running around turned into pus and blood under the blood light.
"Saramon..."
Lu Fan's eyes were red and he growled.
When he learned that there was an evil-god-level head-dropping master dormant in Nandu, it was not that he didn't think of the Zhong Family's Blood Mantong.
After all, an evil god level master is even rarer than an ancient martial arts master.
Every evil god-level head-dropping master can easily defeat the combined efforts of two ancient martial arts masters head-on.
Because their cultivation is extremely difficult and dangerous, every evil god born is almost invincible in this world.
Therefore, they are extremely rare. If you look at the entire world of subdued masters in Southeast Asia, you may not be able to find even five of them.
But the only thing that he didn't expect was that an existence at the level of an evil god, an evil god who surpassed the great master of ancient martial arts, would actually do such a despicable method.
Blackmailing his wife, daughter and family instead of fighting him head-on, is this the legendary invincible evil god's method of defeating the enemy?
Lu Fan took a deep breath. In fact, he could put Shen Nong's power on Liu Fang, which would also have the effect of suppressing the Gu insects and repairing the body.
But if she does this and returns home empty-handed, even if she faces the evil god's head-dropping master, she will not be her opponent.
Shennong's power is the only magic weapon to win.
The other party must have thought of this before he dared to openly shout at him without worrying that he would go back and stop him.
"Zhao Yuelin!" Lu Fan yelled.
The door was pushed open almost immediately, and Zhao Yuelin, dressed in police uniform, rushed in. Looking at Liu Fang lying in a pool of blood, his pretty face turned pale for a moment.
"Go find me a box of silver needles and come over, quickly!" Lu Fan growled.
Zhao Yuelin nodded when he heard this and immediately ran out again.
In less than five minutes, she appeared in the infirmary again, holding an antique wooden box in her hand and standing in front of Lu Fan:
"The medical doctor here is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. This set of silver needles is his family heirloom. It has been passed down from generation to generation for nearly a hundred years. You should be able to use it."