"Ah, we're in trouble now. Without the blood lotus grass, Miss Huo's life may be in danger." Wu Daode frowned tightly.
"How many days can my little girl hold on? It's really not possible. I'll send a message to the leader of the Shuiyun Sect and ask him to send someone to bring me some." Huo Yungang said after pondering for a moment.
"It's too late. Miss Huo can hold on for at most three more days. The Shuiyun Sect is far away from here. In addition, it is surrounded by the Ghost Cultivator Sect outside... uh..." As he spoke, Wu Daode suddenly stopped.
"Wu Daoyou, what's wrong with you?" Huo Yungang asked in surprise.
Wu Daode raised his head and glanced at Huo Yungang: "I heard that there seems to be blood lotus grass in the ghost cultivation sect."
"The Ghost Cultivator Sect will have blood lotus grass. Fellow Daoist Wu, you remember correctly, right?" Huo Yungang didn't believe it. Blood lotus grass has very strict requirements for the growth environment. Moreover, the growth rate of blood lotus grass is also very slow. It takes about three years. It will take a hundred years to mature. Blood lotus grass can relax menstruation and activate blood circulation, and can also help immortal cultivators improve the strength of their physical bodies. It can be regarded as a rare spiritual grass.
"I also heard that the Ghost Cultivator Sect has blood lotus grass. As for whether it is true, I don't know." Wu Daode said in a deep voice.
"Wu Daoyou, you really have no other way to save your little girl." Huo Yungang asked unwillingly.
Wu Daode shook his head: "No more. Apart from blood lotus grass, nothing can save Miss Huo now."
After listening to Wu Daode's words, Huo Yungang's face suddenly darkened.
Wu Daode was also a little embarrassed. He boasted that Haikou could cure Huo Cailing. Now he is cured. The matter was ruined. It was really embarrassing.
After a while, Huo Yungang sighed softly: "Thank you Daoist Wu for the diagnosis and treatment of my little girl. As for the blood lotus grass, I will find a way myself."
"I have a life-saving pill here. Give it to Miss Huo and it will extend your life for three days." Wu Daode took out a white pill from his arms and handed it to Huo Yungang.
Huo Yungang didn't refuse. He took the life-saving pill and gave it to Huo Cailing. Then he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it to Wu Daode: "Inside are 500,000 mid-level spiritual stones and an ancient treasure. You can Check it out."
"No, no, no. I didn't cure Miss Huo's disease. How can I have the nerve to collect payment?" Wu Daode declined hastily.
Although Huo Yungang sometimes does despicable things, his words still count. Since the notice was posted, it must be honored. Without any explanation, he stuffed the storage bag into Wu Daode's hand.
"Since senior insists on paying, I will accept it. If anything happens in the future, just inform me. Oh, and also, we must find the blood lotus grass as soon as possible. Otherwise, Miss Huo's life will be in danger." Wu Daode He cupped his hands and turned around to leave.
Huo Yungang stood beside the bed. He looked at Huo Cailing quietly. His eyes were full of pity: "Cailing, don't worry. I won't let you die."
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The Thousand-Handed Ghost King sat cross-legged on the futon. His hands formed a strange seal. Circles of black energy loomed above his head. It looked like he was practicing some powerful technique.
"Lord Ghost King." A ghost soldier's voice sounded outside the tent.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King frowned: "What's the matter?"
"When we were patrolling just now, we met a Nascent Soul Stage monk. He said he was your friend." Ghost Soldier said.
"Friend, what's that person's name?" Thousand-Handed Ghost King opened his eyes.
"The other party didn't say anything. Moreover, the other party's head was covered so he couldn't see his face clearly," the ghost soldier replied.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King pondered for a moment: "Go and bring me the person."
"Yes." The ghost soldier responded, turned around and left.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King waved his sleeves and set up a magic circle in the tent to prevent any unexpected events.
After a while, the ghost soldier led a masked man in black into the tent.
The Thousand-Hand Ghost King looked the masked man up and down: "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my friend..." The Thousand-Hand Ghost King was sure that he had never seen the masked man.
"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that I'm here today to discuss a deal with you." The masked man's voice was hoarse.
"Deal. What deal." Thousand-handed Ghost King narrowed his eyes.
The masked man looked back at the ghost soldier standing at the door. He said nothing.
The ghost soldiers of the Thousand-Hand Ghost Dynasty waved their hands: "You can go out first."
"Yes." The ghost soldier opened the curtain and walked out of the tent.
"Now there are only two of us left here. If you have anything to say, you can just say it." The Thousand-Armed Ghost King sat cross-legged on the futon from the beginning to the end without any intention of getting up.
The masked man reached out and took off the black cloth on his face, revealing a face full of red. The masked man bowed his hands towards the Thousand-Handed Ghost King: "Huo Yungang, the elder of the Shuiyun Sect."
"You are the elder of the Shuiyun Sect..." A hint of surprise appeared on the Thousand-Hand Ghost King's face: "You are so courageous. You dare to come to see me alone. Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"
"Haha... Since I dare to come here, I have put life and death aside." Huo Yungang smiled slightly.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King slowly stood up from the futon. He stared at Huo Yungang for as long as he could hold a stick of incense: "Didn't you just say you wanted to make a deal with me? What kind of deal would make you risk your life to see me? "
"I heard that the Ghost Cultivator Sect has blood lotus grass. I don't know if this is true." After Huo Yungang asked this question, his expression became a little nervous.
The Thousand-Hand Ghost King was stunned for a moment. Then he nodded: "That's right. The Ghost Cultivator Sect has planted some blood lotus grass. And I have several of them now."
"You have blood lotus grass on you. Take it out and let me see." Huo Yungang's face lit up.
The Thousand-Hand Ghost King flipped his wrist, and a blood-red grass appeared in his palm. A stream of fragrant fragrance slowly emanated from the grass.
"It is indeed blood lotus grass." Huo Yungang's eyes glowed.
A burst of red light flashed in the palm of the Thousand-Hand Ghost King, and the blood lotus grass disappeared without a trace: "Fellow Daoist Huo, you have already seen the blood lotus grass. It's time to talk about your deal." At this time, the Thousand-Hand Ghost King felt a little worried. Doubtful. Blood lotus grass is not a treasure that is hard to find throughout the ages. Why does Huo Yungang care so much about it?
Huo Yungang took a deep breath: "I exchange half a million mid-level spiritual stones and an ancient treasure for the blood lotus grass. I don't know what you want."
"No change." Thousand-handed Ghost King refused without thinking: "I practice ghost skills. Spiritual stones are of no use to me at all. As for ancient treasures, I don't care about them either." Since it has been determined that blood lotus grass is good for me, After Huo Yungang was so important, how could the Thousand-Handed Ghost King exchange it so easily?
Huo Yungang was not angry because of Thousand-Handed Ghost King's rejection: "Thousand-Handed Ghost King, I would like to ask you why your ghost cultivators only surrounded the city of the Cultivation Alliance and did not attack."
"Hmph. What are we going to do as a ghost cultivator? It's not your turn to ask." The Thousand-Handed Ghost King snorted coldly.