Song Jian ran away with Park Tianhui's bodyguard.

The rain became heavier and heavier, almost pouring out the water of the entire galaxy, and the water on the road was already up to the ankles.

After running for thousands of meters, Song Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he threw away the gas mask, and said, "Thank you!" ”

"No thanks, if it weren't for Miss to let me come, I would never have come, offending Hongmen and facing Feirui Group head-on, all of which would make my Rocco Group suffer huge losses," the bodyguard said expressionlessly.

"You're sincere," Song Jian said with a wry smile.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be covered with a curtain in an instant, and the curtain was impenetrable, as if it was about to wrap the entire space.

Song Jian's chest was tight, he looked into the distance in a panic, and said, "This big brother, you should leave quickly!" ”

"Miss commands, you must be brought back," the bodyguard apparently hadn't noticed the difference.

Song Jian's heart was like a leather drum at this time, "dong dong" rang non-stop, he slammed the Korean bodyguard next to him, and said, "Hurry up!" If you don't leave, it's too late! ”

At this time, the old butler, who had just taken out the last sniper hiding in the shadows, trembled violently, and he stood next to the sniper rifle, looking at the air in horror. The old butler's slightly rickety back began to tremble, and he took a sharp breath to stop the trembling of his body, but the intercom he was carrying in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

As if awakened by the sound, the old butler shook his head violently, and then he slowly retreated, and slowly retreated, and finally rushed into the rain without looking back, like a frightened wild cat, and disappeared into the night.

Seeing that Song Jian was so unkind, Park Tianhui's bodyguard "snorted", and then strode towards the distance, and suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

"What's going on?" The bodyguard stopped, he looked at the rain in front of him, the rain in the air seemed to be dancing, it trembled and trembled, refusing to fall, as if there was an invisible big hand, pulling them.

"Phew!"

In an instant, the rain within a radius of five meters suddenly all trembled, and then all the rain turned into thousands of dense rain swords, shooting towards this bodyguard.

"Huh...... Burst! ”

In just an instant, the bodyguard had been shot with thousands of holes, and finally his entire body burst open, turned into blood-colored rain, fell to the ground, and was washed clean in an instant.

Song Jian stood more than twenty meters away, looking at the scene in front of him incredulously.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

In the distance, there was a sound of slow footsteps, and at this moment, Song Jian found that it seemed that between heaven and earth, only this slow footsteps were left, and with the footsteps, all the raindrops were catering to the rhythm and dancing, even including Song Jian's own heart.

This is a wanton oppression, this kind of oppression makes Song Jian very uncomfortable, but he can't control his heart, every time the footsteps sound, Song Jian feels his heart beating, as if the footsteps are stepping on the tip of his heart.

Song Jian's face turned pale, and the sweat on his forehead hissed, and then, those sweats turned into clouds of white mist, drifting on Song Jian's head.

In the rain, an old man in a Mao suit leisurely carried his hands on his back, stepped into the air in two steps, and came suddenly.

Song Jian's pupils contracted sharply, and every time the old man took a step, his heart felt as if it had been stepped on, as if it would burst at any time.

A feeling of dizziness began to strike, Song Jian really wanted to kneel on the ground, but he didn't, he gritted his teeth and looked at the old man, he wanted to see what the old man who was like a god was.

"Oh?" The old man had a somewhat playful smile on his face, "You are very good, much beyond my imagination, no wonder the two young masters of the Lin family all died at your hands." ”

The old man stopped more than twenty meters in front of Song Jian.

Song Jian breathed heavily, and he glared at the old man, with a little unwillingness and a little frightened.

Cover the sky with one hand!

This is how Song Jian felt when he faced this old man.

"Tell me the recipe for the Yang Replenishment Soup and the genetic sequence for treating cancer, and I can spare your relatives and friends from dying," the old man said slowly.

Song Jian stood in place, did not speak, at this moment, Song Jian's thoughts, from the previous life, to this life, all kinds of joys and sorrows, flashed in an instant, in an instant, Song Jian's heart was extremely empty, he had a smile on his face, looked at the old man, he laughed, "What's the use of telling you?" You're only going to kill, and you're terrible at saving people. ”

"I don't need to save people, I just need to save myself, kill people, I can save myself," the old man stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, and all the rain fell on his shoulders, all of which turned into pearls, which were bounced off and fell to the ground, turning into thousands of droplets and merging into the water.

Song Jian shook his head, "Let's do it, everyone has their own life, I will do my best, but there is no need to worry too much about others." ”

"Good!" The old man didn't continue to ask, he slowly stretched out his old bone-like hand, stretched his fingers forward, and pointed towards Song Jianyao.

"Phew!"

Thousands of raindrops instantly stopped, then jumped happily, and then, all the raindrops turned into arrows of light, shooting towards Song Jian.

Song Jian closed his eyes and was expressionless, "Will I travel through a thousand years again?" Song Jian had such a thought in his heart.

"Whew!"

A hurricane rose from the ground, carrying Song Jian, and disappeared in an instant.

Song Jian opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that he was in the air, spinning and falling, and in his original position, an old beggar was standing there, standing opposite the old man in a tunic suit.

"It's you!"

The old man in the tunic showed a little surprise in his words, "You're not dead yet!" ”

"You're not dead, why am I willing to go first?" The old beggar sneered.

Song Jian fell to the ground, he looked at the old man, this old beggar was the one he had met before Gusu University!

"Doctor, you and I have a grudge, it's been a hundred years, is it necessary to continue fighting?" The old man in the tunic looked coldly at the old beggar.

"You killed the twelve disciples of my medical sect, I don't dare to forget this kind of blood feud for a moment," the doctor's tattered suit trembled in the rain, and the raindrops slipped down the holes in the clothes, but in an instant they turned into clouds of steam and came up.

"No one can tell the grievances back then, more than a century has passed, even if it is a hundred and twenty lives, it is time to let go. I was forced by you to go away, and then went to the United States, now, this era is no longer a ** zero years, now, it is 2010 time, do we really have to live in the grievances of the old century? The old man in the tunic had a slight smile on his face.

"There is not much money, there is too much blood on your hands, as the master of the medical sect, how can I allow you to be in the world!" As he spoke, the doctor stepped towards Qian Duo step by step, the steam on his body became thicker and thicker, and the expression on his face began to gradually become thicker.

The expression of the little money also froze, and his footsteps began to move gradually in the rain.

"For the sake of such a kid, do you really want to fight for my surname?" Not much money spit out a sentence again.

"He's the one I've chosen," the doctor spat out, "Killing you is my last contribution to the doctor!" ”

After saying this, the figure of the doctor disappeared in an instant, at this moment, as if time had stood still, all the rain was still in the air, even the rushing water on the ground became still, and there seemed to be no sound between the whole heaven and earth.

Song Jian's body was prostrate on the ground, he slowly retreated, he bit the tip of his tongue, the powerful aura around him made him unable to breathe, he had to try to stay awake, he had to retreat, this battlefield was no longer something he could survive.

The next moment, the figure of the doctor had already appeared in front of Qian Xiaoxiao's body, his bone-like claws stretched out, and instantly collided with the palm of Qian Xiaoxiao.

There was no popping, no crackling, and the two dry palms just touched each other.

Song Jian lowered his head, not having time to pay attention to the battle between the two cross-century old men, he was moving his body quickly outside.

Suddenly, without warning, the rain turned into a flood of water vapor and rose into the air, rising into the sky like a giant dragon.

The men and horses of all parties who were fighting in the distance slammed down, and then a terrifying momentum instantly swept over the area within a radius of 100 meters.

Song Jian's heart contracted sharply a few times, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then strode into the distance without any hesitation.

Finally, when he came to the side of a floor, Song Jian gasped, he squatted down, his fingers instantly reached into the wound of his calf, and with a stretch of his fingers, two bullets were sandwiched out of it, bone fragments, rotten flesh, and rushed out with blood.

Song Jian's fingers "snapped" on the knee of his left leg, Yangguan acupoint, Zusanli and other acupoints, and slowly, the amount of blood became less.

Song Jian snorted, tore off a piece of broken steps from his clothes, and then wrapped it tightly.

"Boom la la ......"

The rain fell heavier and heavier, drowning out all the sounds of the heavens and the earth.

Song Jian just lowered his head and did his own thing, he clenched his teeth and told himself that if he survived this time, then the first thing would be to make crazy alchemy and increase his strength like crazy.

"Smack!"

There was a soft thud.

Song Jian looked up, only to see half of his body, falling ten meters away from him, that body was the upper half of the body of the old beggar who suddenly appeared.

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, then strode over, his fingers quickly clicked on the old man's waist and abdomen acupoints, and pointed eighteen acupoints in a row, but the blood was still flowing, accompanied by blood, as well as broken fragments of viscera.

Song Jian could barely think, he didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know what he could do, his fingers just frantically tapping on one acupoint after another.

"Silly boy!" A faint voice came, and through the rain curtain, the voice became bleak and ethereal.

Song Jian raised his head and looked at the old man's face, and at this time, Song Jian realized that the familiar feeling was so strong.

"Why save me? Why am I so familiar with you? Song Jian asked in a low voice, he didn't know why he didn't cry, anyway, in this heavy rain, his voice was calm and made him panic.

"Silly boy!" The old man spoke again, and the rain rushed into his mouth, then turned into a gurgling stream of blood, and gushed out again.

"Because, we are the same kind of people, because our fate has long been destined," the old man spoke, his voice weak and ethereal between the world and the world.

"The same kind of people?" Song Jian looked at the old man puzzled.

"Yes, the same kind, we are all destined healers," the old man looked at Song Jian, there was no sadness or pain on his face, there was just relief and happiness. He stretched out his right hand and touched it into his arms, his palm reaching into the air, but he didn't have the strength to continue.

Song Jian stretched out his hand and groped in the old man's arms, revealing a leather bag inside, which was hard and there was something in it.

"Child, this is for you, from today onwards, you will officially become the forty-ninth generation master of the medical sect, and your responsibility is very great." The old man's tone was a little relaxed, "I, finally let go of what is in my heart, I ...... I was finally able to leave with peace of mind. ”

"I'm ......" Song Jian's voice suddenly choked.

"Don't be sad, child, I'm not going to die soon, but I'm in a hurry and don't have time to say more. With this token, you must promise me to be a doctor...... Door Master," the old man's eyes flashed with the last glimmer of light, staring at Song Jian.

"I ...... Of course yes! Song Jian's voice was extremely firm.

"That'...... I'll go to sleep first," said the old man's eyes, closed forever.