In Jinyang City, in a dark room in the city lord's mansion, Qian Puppet wearing a red ghost face suddenly trembled.
He seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look at his right hand. The palm fell off for no reason, fell to the ground, and turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, exuding a pungent smell.
"There are actually such masters in this small city of Jinyang. It seems that the people and things we are looking for are very likely to be here.
I didn't expect that after casually eating a few people, I would get such an unexpected surprise." A cold voice came from under the red ghost's face.
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the house, and the city lord Ye Heng was sweating profusely: "Sir, it's not good, one of the three puppet corpses you gave me earlier was tracking Qin Feng.
Why, suddenly disappeared out of thin air."
"Where did it disappear?" Qian Puppet asked.
"Outside a library called Tingyuxuan in the city, Qin Feng often goes there to study." Ye Heng answered truthfully.
When Qian Puppet heard this, he didn't say much, he just said lightly: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's my honor to share your worries with you," Ye Heng replied respectfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several long hands of rotten flesh stretched out from under the sleeve of Qian Puppet's right arm. In the blink of an eye, they were wrapped around Ye Heng's neck, and they became tighter and tighter!
"Sir, why is this?" Ye Heng's face turned red and he had difficulty breathing. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly attacked him when he clearly did nothing wrong.
"Sorry, I have something I want to know, but rather than listening to you say it, I still think it's better to check it out myself."
With a click, Ye Heng tilted his head and died completely. The flesh and blood on his body was continuously sucked by the long hand, and Qian Puppet's right palm also condensed again.
Not long after, a pool of human skin was left on the ground.
Qian Puppet's long gray hair danced, and the ghost face trembled violently. It took a long time to calm down. He seemed to have finished digesting Ye Heng's memory, and sneered: "Those old foxes from Fengtian City."
Looking at the human skin on the ground, Qian Puppet snapped his fingers. Behind his loose black and white robe, a piece of flesh kept squirming, then fell to the ground and slowly crawled into the human skin.
After a while, a vivid city lord appeared in front of him again.
"Go." Qian Puppet ordered.
"Ye Heng" clasped his fists, turned around and left.
At the same time, on the way from Fengtian City to Jinyang City, several mountain woodcutters did not take the usual route in order to take a shortcut to cut firewood in the mountains.
One person suddenly pointed to the edge of the woods and said in surprise: "Look, you guys, what's on the ground?"
A few people were curious and walked forward. They saw clothes all over the floor, at least a dozen pieces, but not a single person.
Bangta!
A man stepped on a hard object, looked down, and saw that it was a piece of white bone, with some dark red minced meat stained around the white bone.
"This, can't this be human bones?!" the man screamed in fright.
Given the strange environment at the scene, it is not difficult to guess that the owner of these clothes must have encountered a terrible thing while on the road and ended up with no body left.
Several people were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they rushed home as if they were running away, never bothering to chop wood.
And Tang Hongyun in Fengtian City would never have thought that the killer he sent would die on the way before he could reach Jinyang City.
At night, at Qin Mansion, at Hu Pavilion.
Today's Lan Ningshuang is different from before. She holds the hilt of the sword in her right hand, her expression is tangled, and she hesitates to speak.
"What's wrong?" Liu Jianli asked calmly, sensing the unstable mood of the swordsman beside him.
"Miss, can you guide me in my practice?" Lan Ningshuang took a deep breath, made up her mind, and said these words.
"Why?"
"I want to protect my uncle, but with my current ability, I simply can't do it." His tone was a little aggrieved.
Liu Jianli didn't respond, seeming to be thinking about something.
After an unknown amount of time, a fish jumped out of the lake and splashed water, breaking the tranquility.
The sword box trembled slightly.
"Draw your sword."
"Okay, miss." Lan Ningshuang looked excited.
The wind stirs and the silver light falls.
The lake pavilion is destined to not be peaceful tonight, and it will be the same in the future.
Three days is neither long nor short.
Qin Feng was on the fourth floor of Tingyuxuan, watching day and night for three days and three nights, completely forgetting the passage of time.
This Tingyuxuan is really amazing. Every time you go up a level, the types and quantity of books become more and more numerous, and the quality becomes higher and higher.
Moreover, Qin Feng was surprised to find that in the "Tian Yuan Nei Jing", a medical book on the fourth floor, there was a theory on repairing damaged meridians.
However, when he finished reading the entire medical book, he did not appear very excited, but rather depressed.
The more you know, the greater your disappointment. No wonder there are so many famous doctors in Fengtian City, but no one can cure Liu Jianli's injury, because it is really difficult to cure Liu Jianli!
There are many difficult points raised in medical books, among which two are undoubtedly the most difficult.
First, the medicinal materials required for the medicinal solution to repair the meridians are all rare in the world. To collect them all, the time and financial resources required are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Secondly, the meridians are intricate and complex, and some of them may be as thin as a hair. If you want to repair all the damaged meridians, you must reset and connect the meridians one by one, and then use silver needles to soak the meridians with medicinal liquid and point them at the broken parts of the meridians to repair them.
And once there is a slight mistake, the meridians are connected wrongly, or the meridians are punctured, the consequences will be disastrous.
"The first point is not bad. After all, the Liu family is behind Liu Jianli and has a very important position in Daqian. As long as Mr. Liu opens his mouth, the imperial capital will definitely search for the required medicinal materials.
The key is the second point." Qin Feng frowned.
How is it possible to reset the hundreds of intricately entangled meridians one by one when the meridians cannot be seen?
Apart from anything else, just carefully untangling the entangled meridians is an impossible task unless someone can see through the flesh and blood.
"Huh?" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gleamed.
Those who are obsessed with the authorities are clear to those on the lookout, am I not that one-in-a-million man who can see through things!
Thinking of this, Qin Feng looked excited. After all, he had seen a glimmer of hope!
However, this matter cannot be carried out rashly, after all, he has no experience in treating diseases and saving people.
Although the damaged meridians can be seen, if the skill of the hand is poor and one of them is not grasped firmly, the meridians will be punctured and Liu Jianli will be killed.
Presumably, Mr. Liu from the Liu family in the imperial capital will bring the Shenhou Army to defeat the Qin Mansion.
Qin Feng imagined that scene and couldn't help but shudder.
"Perhaps, I can first learn to treat illnesses and save people according to the contents of medical books. After I have accumulated enough experience, I can then find a way to treat Liu Jianli's injuries."
While Qin Feng was thinking, the literary energy from the "Tian Yuan Nei Jing" suddenly poured into his body, and his consciousness was also brought into the divine sea.
Qin Feng was surprised at first, and then filled with excitement. If he remembered correctly, when the "Chao Wen Jing" taught the literary skills Haotian Mirror, it was like this now!