Of course, Qianjimen is not good at tracking, and Qianmian found Leng Mu so quickly, it was really because the blind cat caught the dead mouse - it just bumped into it. Even, Qianmian was not sure that Leng Mu was the one who killed the golden python and seriously injured his junior brother, because Lin Leopard's painting skills were really too bad.

Similarly, Qianmian, who was struggling to track down Leng Mu, could not have imagined that he had changed from a hunter to a prey at this time.

That's right, Leng Mu developed a strong curiosity about Qianmian finding him, so much so that he coveted the tracking technique that Qianjimen might have.

The night in the big city is never dark, and in many places the lights are not even different from the day. The two immortal masters were running through the shadows, but they didn't attract anyone's attention, and you can still imagine how fast they were.

Unconsciously, the two had been chasing for more than ten minutes, but their figures still did not leave the city center, because Leng Mu just wanted to take advantage of the bustling and complex terrain of the nightlife in the city center to get rid of thousands of faces and turn passive into active.

Obviously, his plan succeeded, and when the figures of the two of them bypassed the same place for the thirteenth time, Thousand Faces finally couldn't see Leng Mu's figure.

Standing at the intersection of the crowded streets, a mad man with a black face, he seemed to stand there without moving, but his consciousness was released in all directions, and he was very unwilling to find Leng Mu's trace again.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed in the end, and there were countless pedestrians coming and going, but there was no one he was looking for.

"If you can escape the first year of junior high school, I don't believe you can escape fifteen!" Thousand Faces' already somewhat gloomy face twitched a few times, and he looked around unwillingly, angrily heading towards the direction of Eternal International.

He would never have imagined that at the intersection where he had just stood, on the street facing a building of more than 20 stories, a figure was standing on the rooftop and looking at him.

The speed of the wheel, Leng Mu is indeed a step faster than Qianmian, but the gap in the realm still makes him spend a lot of effort in this chase. At this time, standing on the roof of the building nearly 100 meters high, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead were blown by the night breeze, and he vaguely felt a little cool through his body.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Leng Mu jumped up to another tall building, shuttling between the tall buildings like a cheetah, following the figure of a thousand faces, all the way back to the place where he had set off before.

"Shen Valve?" Seeing the person who met with Qianmian, Leng Mu frowned slightly, and his eyes immediately flashed with coldness, he didn't know that Qianmian could find him because of Shen Valve, but Shen Valve and Qianmian were mixed together, it was definitely impossible to be a simple reminiscence between friends.

In the autumn, Shen Valve is a big business valve in the eyes of ordinary people, and how high he is, which does not affect Leng Mu's dislike for him. It's not just because this person showed his covetousness for Ning Congxue at that cocktail party, but because this person has a zài problem in his heart.

The Leng family's ability to judge people with qi is even more mysterious than that of Xiangmen, that is, even the Leng family is difficult to tell the subtlety, and they don't know what the basis and principle of this ability is. However, the Leng family has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and countless ancestors have already verified the correctness of this ability with practical actions.

As a result, Leng Mu is also convinced of this skill of family inheritance, Shen Valve is scheming, vicious, and ambitious, which is all revealed from the dark side of his qi, for such a person, if he can still maintain a good impression, it is called a miracle.

"I hope you and him are just general friends." Standing in the dark, Leng Mu's eyes flashed with bright light, very cold, the ancient law realm left a wisp of vitality for Qianjimen, but it was not easy to pity its inheritance, if Qianjimen did evil things again, it could only be treated as a demonic martial art.

Seeing Qianmian and Shen Valve re-enter the Eternal International, Leng Mu didn't stay any longer, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

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If Su's Group and Sihai Group are the business overlords of Tiannan City, then Jiansheng Group is the emperor of Tiannan City's business community, and it is a super business lord who can compete for hegemony in the whole of China and even in the world.

It's hard to imagine that such a behemoth was created by a woman. Duan Mingzhu has also become an idol in the hearts of the entire Chinese woman.

Compared with those stars who are mixed in the entertainment industry, Duan Mingzhu's exposure and popularity are not weak at all, the helmsman of the world's top 500, the richest woman in China, the national people, the big and the representative, and other titles make this woman shine anytime and anywhere.

It's just that recently, the time that Duan Mingzhu has appeared in people's sight has decreased significantly. Although Jiansheng Group has not publicly released any news, many self-proclaimed experts from all walks of life are speculating that the female emperor of Jiansheng Group may be suffering from an incurable disease.

The prosperity of any group is inseparable from a core figure, and this core figure is the soul of the group. Although Duan Mingzhu's son Duan Di has taken charge of Jiansheng Group, his prestige is not as good as Duan Mingzhu's, and the news of Duan Mingzhu's illness has spread from all walks of life, and the stock price of Jiansheng Group has also been greatly affected.

Therefore, the Duan family was very anxious and searched for famous doctors from all sides.

Speaking of which, Duan Mingzhu's illness is by no means incurable, but just a little strange. Every time she had an illness, it was as if she had been suffocated by great stimulation, and all parts of her body instantly became stiff, unable to speak, unable to move, and her eyes would continue to cry.

Asphyxia, most of which are caused by blockage of the airways, leads to a lack of oxygen to the cells of the body's tissues, thus causing metabolic disorders. When the suffocation reaches the point of severe suffocation, the brain is deprived of oxygen or the airway is completely blocked, and it only takes one minute for the heart to stop.

In the past, when Duan Mingzhu was sick, there would always be some triggers in advance, such as anger, excitement, tiredness, etc., and then some symptoms of fatigue, body aches, weakness and weakness appeared, and then deepened to a state similar to suffocation.

But today, she became ill without warning, and suddenly she was lying there upright. This startled his son Duan Di and two relatives who were waiting on the side, and the three of them hurriedly put Duan Mingzhu flat on the bed, and called for someone to bring an oxygen inhaler, which narrowly stabilized the condition.

"Xiaodi, didn't Dean Liu say yesterday that he had found a holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine? Why hasn't it arrived yet? The two middle-aged men standing with Duan Di are Duan Mingzhu's younger brother and cousin, the one who spoke was Duan Yingze, and the one next to him was called Gu Bida, both of whom were humerus ministers of the Jiansheng Group.

Duan Di glanced at the two elders and said, "I'll call again to urge, uncle, cousin, you look at my mother first." With that, he took out his phone and walked out the door, but before he could reach the door, a servant rushed in quickly.

"Young Master, Dean Liu has brought someone here, and there is Master Kong......

"It's already here, please." Duan Di was overjoyed, and hurriedly went out with the servant.

Seeing Liu Shunan and the others from afar, Duan Di quickened his pace and walked over, "Dean Liu, thank you so much for your hard work." Master of the void, there is labor. ”

After greeting Liu Shunan and Master Likong respectively, Duan Di's gaze fell on Leng Mu, "This ...... What do you call a gentleman? ”

"My name is Leng Mu, and I was invited by Dean Liu to check the pulse of Lingtang." Leng Mu took the initiative to reach out and shake Duan Di's hand, Duan Di had obviously guessed his identity, but he didn't have any contempt because of his age, this forbearance was easy to make people feel good.

"It turned out to be Dr. Leng, who worked hard and worked hard." Duan Di smiled slightly, and then said, "My mother just happened to be sick again, Doctor Leng, Master Likong, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Let's go in first." Leng Mu and Master Likong glanced at each other, and walked into the house together.

Entering the house, everyone invariably avoided unnecessary greetings and walked directly to the patient, Leng Mu glanced at Duan Mingzhu, who was inhaling oxygen, and said, "Master Likong, do you think you will start first, or will I come?" ”

"Amitabha!" Master Likong chanted a Buddha horn and said, "The old man has seen it several times for the Duan donor before, but it has little effect, so the cold donor doesn't have to take the school old man again." Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, Leng donor, please get started. ”

This remark shocked everyone's hearts, and everyone's eyes at Leng Mu couldn't help but be a lot more complicated, Master Likong is a generation of famous monks, and he also has a good medical skill, which is obvious to all in Tiannan City, such a master actually respects Leng Mu, and vaguely can see a trace of respect, what is the identity of this young man?

For a while, everyone speculated in their hearts.

Leng Mu didn't care about what everyone was thinking, today he specially brought a wooden medical box, a very simple sandalwood texture, Dong Jun took great pains to find it. He opened the medical box, took out a needle bag, took out a three-inch-long silver needle from it, aimed it at the acupuncture point above Duan Mingzhu's head, and gently twisted it a few times, then pulled it out and got up, and walked straight towards the painting hanging on the bedside.

It is a portrait of Maitreya Buddha, in the Buddhist tradition, Maitreya Buddha is ranked at the end of the eighteen Arhats, also known as the Tiger Venerable, is one of the pillars of the Buddhist tradition to subdue demons and subdue demons.

I saw Leng Mu shake his head slightly, and took down the portrait of Maitreya Buddha.

Strange to say, as soon as the portrait was taken off, Duan Mingzhu, who was originally delirious and stiff, suddenly let out a long breath, and then his eyes blinked, and the whole person seemed to come to life, and the black and purple color on his face caused by the air congestion slowly faded.

This scene really shocked everyone, and everyone looked at Leng Mu's gaze again, and couldn't help but change color again.

As if he still hadn't noticed people's gaze, Leng Mu walked back and slowly rolled the portrait in his hand into a roll. When the scroll was finished, he also walked back to the bed.

"Can you talk now?" Leng Mu put the scroll behind his back, looked at Duan Mingzhu with a slight smile and asked.