After Lin Danhong left the room, Sanqing turned around and returned to the bedside, and after looking at Fan Youwei carefully, he directly uncorked the bottle and poured all the little white fox blood left in the bottle into the palm of his left hand. ∮ ∮ nodded ∮ Xiao ∮ said, and then, he took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, unfolded it, put it to his mouth and whispered a spell, and then spread the yellow talisman flat on the palm of his left hand, allowing the rune paper to absorb the white fox blood on the palm.

After a while, the small white fox blood was completely absorbed by the rune paper, and the entire rune paper turned from yellow to dark red. Sanqing retrieved the rune paper, kneaded it into thin strips, and then reached out and gently pinched Fan Youwei's cheek.

Fan Youwei opened his mouth slightly, Sanqing quickly put one end of the thin strip of rune paper into his mouth, and then he held the note with his left hand, and gently pinched the top of the note with his right index finger and thumb.

At this point, the work of Sanqing has not been completed. He let go of his hand, left the rune paper in Fan Youwei's mouth, and then turned around and said, "Sword!"

Soul Haoxuan understood, and immediately pulled out his sword and stepped forward to hand it to Sanqing.

Sanqing took the sword, held the blade with his left hand, pulled the sword body with his right hand, and the flesh on the palm of his left hand instantly cracked a hole across the left and right, and a touch of red floated on the surface of the skin, and then blood gushed out.

At this time, Lin Danhong happened to return to the house with a basin of hot water filled with white steam, and he couldn't help but be startled when he saw this, and he was stunned on the spot.

"Bring the water. Sanqing saw Lin Danhong surprised, so he smiled and said to her, his expression was natural, as if he didn't feel pain at all, and he threw the sword back to Soul Haoxuan.

Lin Danhong came back to his senses, brought the water over, and placed it on the chair in front of Sanqing, then glanced at Sanqing's left hand, frowned slightly, and felt distressed.

"It's okay!" Sanqing said softly, Lin Danhong nodded and stepped aside.

Sanqing raised his left hand and placed it on the basin of water, and then the blood on the wound on his five fingers was slightly opened, and the blood kept dripping into the basin, and the room immediately filled the room with a smell of blood. It wasn't until the whole basin of water was dyed red with blood that Sanqing withdrew his hand, and the blood on the wound still couldn't stop dripping on the ground, which made Lin Danhong worry for a while.

Sanqing stood quietly, and when the heat on the surface of the water gradually subsided, he put his left hand into the water. Hot water soaked the wound, a tingling pain. After about three minutes like this, Sanqing withdrew his hand again, and the palm of his left hand was no longer bleeding, leaving only a shocking wound, and the flesh was blurred. The color of the water in the basin, or the blood in the basin, also changed from dark red to bright red.

He took out the towel in the basin with his right hand, which had already been dyed red, and after drying his hand, he walked to Fan Youwei's side.

"Three thousand Dao laws, all ghosts are avoided!" Sanqing said silently, then stared at Fan Youwei with angry eyebrows, and at the same time gently unfolded the towel with his right hand and placed it on Fan Youwei's face.

After doing this, Sanqing slowly walked to the position by the window, and sat heavily on the chair, feeling soft and extremely tired. Sanqing looked at Fan Youwei quietly, and saw that the clouds above his head were cloudy and lifeless. Under the haunting of a hundred ghosts, his own soul has long been oppressed and distorted, as if it may be destroyed at any time. This kind of pain Sanqing has experienced in Liangzhu, but it is only for a while, and Fan Youwei has endured it for such a long time, and the pain is probably only understood by him Fan Youwei, but the plan is also inexplicable.

At this time, Sanqing was upset, because he didn't know if this could help Fan Youwei, he just saw in his vague memory that an old Taoist priest had used this method to save a person who was also dying.

"It hurts!" When Sanqing was in his trance, Lin Danhong came to his side, gently pulled his left hand, looked at the wound on his hand, and his eyes were moist.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm thick-skinned!" Sanqing endured the pain and grinned with an ugly smile.

"! I saw the bones!" Lin Danhong scolded softly, and then began to bandage his wounds with a strip of cloth that he got out of nowhere.

"Go wash your face for Youwei!" Sanqing sat quietly, and waited until Lin Danhong finished bandaging his wound and whispered. Then he got up and walked out the door.

Lin Danhong looked at his back and felt sad, but he couldn't say why. She turned around and walked over to Fan Youwei and removed the towel from his face. His face was no longer bruised, but it was pale and bloodless. Lin Danhong shook his head and left the room with the basin of blood.

Outside the door of the hotel, Sanqing sat on the steps, looking ahead, the whole city was full of fog, but he didn't feel cold, only full of loss.

The old yellow dog ran to Sanqing's side, with a wine gourd around his neck and a wooden box in his mouth. It put down the wooden box and yelled at Sanqing twice, as if signaling Sanqing to open the wooden box.

Sanqing comprehended, reached out and picked up the wooden box, opened it gently, and there was a copper lock in the box, as well as half a wooden stick.

He knew both of these things, the lock was the one on the door of the hut in the City God's Temple, but it was slightly blackened after being burned by the fire, and the wooden stick was used by Lao Liu Tou when he saved his life. He looked at these two things, and then looked at the old yellow dog, and couldn't help but think of the lame hunchback old man who loved to sing, and sighed with emotion, and pulled the old yellow dog tightly into his arms.

After sighing, he let go of the old yellow dog, reached out and fumbled in his pocket, and finally found the old copper coin, and gently threw it into the box, which now contained his only memory of the old man.

He looked at the box for a moment, and then closed it gently, there are some things, he doesn't have time to remember for the time being, he just hopes that it won't be forever no time to remember.

"Are you okay?" Soul Haoxuan walked out of the hotel, followed by Lin Yangming.

"It's okay!" replied Sanqingfeng lightly.

"Hard mouth!" Soul Haoxuan stepped forward and sat next to Sanqing, "That kid is angry, you haven't worked in vain, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, don't worry too much, don't blame yourself too much, you don't owe him." ”

"No, I owe him!"

"If it were me, I would never be able to do you like this!" Soul Haoxuan sighed.

"What if Wei Haoran is lying on the bed?" Sanqing squinted at Soul Haoxuan.

"He's my brother!" Soul Haoxuan said coldly.

"Fan Youwei is also my brother!" Sanqing shook his head.

"Then it's another matter!" Soul Haoxuan rubbed his nose and looked at the sky, remembering the person who made him uneasy.

"Big brother, I know a witch doctor, who has some Taoism, maybe I can help a little! Or I'll go find her......" At this time, Lin Yangming saw that Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan were no longer talking, so he spoke.

"Why are you stupid! Go quickly!" After listening to Lin Yangming's words, Soul Haoxuan was a little angry, and Lin Yangming was also interested, so he immediately turned around and ran away.

"Wait, by the way, I asked about a person named Liao Fan, who is about seventy years old, fought upside down in his early years, and may have beaten devils!" Soul Haoxuan added to Lin Yangming's back.

"Okay!" Lin Yangming replied as he ran, this time he didn't drive the pickup truck, but ran all the way to the bottom.

"I think there's something wrong with Lin Yangming's kid!" After Lin Yangming was gone, Soul Haoxuan suddenly said.

"Just tell me that the old man surnamed Ding has a strange reason! But I don't know what their intentions are!" said Sanqing quietly.

"Don't worry, I don't think people will be wrong, this kid will definitely not have bad intentions! As for that old man, I will find a chance to find out!"

"No! it doesn't matter anymore!" Sanqing said in a deep voice, then got up and walked back to the hotel.

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