"Who the hell are you?"

Duan Rou's black hair instantly turned blood-red, and a scorching flame ignited all over her body.

She stared warily at the old man and the sword-wielding boy.

Especially the young man holding the sword, there was no breath of a living person on his body, and until he appeared, Duan Rou never sensed the existence of a fourth person in this room.

At the same time that the old man was casting a spell on Chen Mofei just now, she made a decisive move, but unexpectedly, the fireball that had just been smashed was blocked by a sudden sword light.

At this time, the sword in the hand of the young man holding the sword was still only held in front of his chest, and the sword was not unsheathed.

This young man is by no means simple, and this old man is equally weird.

The old man smiled slightly, inversely proportional to his terrifying appearance, was his attitude at this time, he was extremely calm, just busy with the work in his hands, and continued to give medicine to Chen Mofei.

"It doesn't matter who we are, it's what matters, who are you?"

The old man said.

Chen Mofei only then realized that he had fallen for the old man's move, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and jumped behind Duan Rou: "You old man is really bad, what trick did you just use on me, and you actually made my brain obey your call!"

"Forget it, I originally wanted to probe your bottom, but I didn't expect that you don't have spiritual power in your body, come here, put the last bit of medicine on it, as for whether your arm can be good, it depends on your own creation. ”

The old man's terrifying face beckoned to Chen Mofei with a smile, and Chen Mofei was full of excitement.

"Who knows what kind of medicine you've put on me, and maybe you're going to continue to harm me?"

As he spoke, he dusted off all the herbs on his arm.

"Hey, you little rabbit, don't waste my best wisteria flowers!"

Chen Mofei's move was like stepping on the old man's tail, and the old man stepped forward to pick up the medicine residue on the ground with a painful face.

As soon as the purple wisteria flower landed, it turned black, and the old man was angry, his whole body trembled and pointed at Chen Mofei and scolded: "Look at the good things you did, you wasted all my medicine, you pay me!"

Duan Rou seemed to think of something, and said, "Isn't the purple wisteria flower a product of Yanhuang Valley, how can you have it?"

The old man was extremely irritable at the moment, and shouted impatiently: "Who said that the purple wisteria flower can only grow in the Yanhuang Valley, and I can't cultivate it myself?"

"Are you from Yanhuang Valley?" Duan Rouhu asked suspiciously.

"No! I'm an ugly person, I don't deserve to enter the Yanhuang Valley!"

The old man picked up the blackened wisteria flowers one by one, and then sprinkled them into the soil of the potted plants on the west side.

"You think he's the god of those people's mouths?"

In order to determine the other party's purpose, Duan Rou kept asking, he must understand what the old man's actions just now were for, he was very puzzled, the old man did make a move to Chen Mofei just now, but it didn't seem to be what those people did, he could feel that the old man was not malicious, but was just guiding Chen Mofei to say what he wanted to know, so it was both good and evil, Duan Rou couldn't make an accurate judgment.

Duan Rou didn't want to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either, if it was confirmed today that the old man was sent by those people, then Duan Rou would have to kill the old man, as well as the sword-hugging young man who had been standing quietly on the side all along.

The old man calmed down, but there was a trace of regret in his face and said: "Forget it, I thought too much, I did have a guess in this regard, because you came too coincidentally, the time collided, and according to the degree of injury of this little brother, it was indeed the big demon, but he has no spiritual power, if he meets the big demon, he will die without the chance to meet the big demon, come here, give you the medicine again, don't waste it on me this time!"

The old man's tone was very calm, and after Duan Rou was sure that the old man was not one of those people, she put away the flames in her body, she pushed Chen Mofei out, and said lightly: "Go to the medicine." ”

Chen Mofei came to the old man again with great reluctance, but he became interested in the sword-hugging young man on the side.

"Why didn't he speak?"

The old man glanced at Chen Mofei: "What does it matter to you if people don't like to talk?"

"I'll just ask, you old man has a strange temper. ”

Chen Mofei was deflated, so he didn't continue to ask, and the old man quickly finished re-administering the medicine to Chen Mofei.

"Alright, let's go. ”

Duan Rou asked Chen Mofei, "How do you feel?"

Chen Mofei carefully felt the changes in his arm, and said in surprise: "It doesn't hurt anymore, and I feel that my bones are condensing, these medicines are cold, as if they are repairing my muscles and veins, it's so godly!"

Then, Chen Mofei asked the old man puzzled again: "You are so powerful, why is your medical hall so dilapidated?"

The old man snorted coldly, a little indignant: "The people here are all a bunch of fools, the old man has been practicing medicine here for more than ten years, and he found that these people never came to see a doctor when they were sick." ”

"Why?"

These people are obsessed with the Divine Cult, and no matter what happens, they will kneel down in the temple, thinking that they can get their wish by kowtowing a few heads, and they are really a bunch of fools! There is no cure!

"Then why are you still staying here?"

The old man was a little impatient with the question, and once again angrily blasted Chen Mofei and the others out: "It's your business, leave quickly after the medicine is over, don't disturb my peace." ”

Chen Mofei and Duan Rou could only leave and walked outside.

But through the gate, Duan Rou heard the commotion on the street outside, but it was not so lively, and she had a premonition of a trace of abnormality, Duan Rou immediately dragged Chen Mofei to stop.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

Duan Rou subconsciously pulled Chen Mofei into the dark and hid, the old man didn't know why, he just felt that he was really a hell today, how could someone come to his broken medical hall one after another.

When I opened the door, I saw a group of black-clothed people standing outside the door.

The old man was startled, and his black eyes looked back slightly at the direction where Chen Mofei was hiding.

"Are there any two people here today?"

The first man in black took out a picture scroll, on which two figures were drawn.

The old man looked at the two people in the painting carefully, and suddenly his eyes were certain: "Yes!"

Chen Mofei's heart sank, and he secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, and Duan Rou stared at these black-clothed people even more, and his whole body became hot.

"Where's the man?" the man in black continued.

The old man pointed in a certain direction outside the door: "I just left a moment ago, I guess I didn't go far, how many are you?"

"Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't. The man in black didn't seem to listen to the old man's words, he poked his head into the medical hall and took a closer look, at this time, the stench of the corpse decomposing came again, the face of the man in black was wearing a bronze mask, although he couldn't see the expression, but the slightly backward steps must have smelled this disgusting ask.

I saw him wave his hand in front of him in disgust, and led all the men in black away.

The old man closed the door again and locked it.

Chen Mofei and the others were relieved, and Duan Rou whispered in Chen Mofei's ear: "As you can see, these people are here for you, so don't expose yourself!"

Chen Mofei finally realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment and nodded seriously.

The old man turned around and began to stare at the two of them.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chen Mofei and Duan Rou did not speak.

The old man immediately made a gesture of unlocking and opening the door: "Since I helped you and you don't trust me, then I don't care if you live or die." ”

"Don't!" Chen Mofei immediately ran forward to stop the old man.

"They..... They're here to kill me! They hurt my arm!"

In a hurry, Chen Mofei made up a set of remarks.

"Oh, didn't you say the demons did it?"

Chen Mofei saw that the old man didn't believe in himself so easily, so he continued to make up nonsense: "That... That's because... Didn't you judge that way first? I pushed the boat and acquiesced to your judgment. ”

"And who are these men in black, and why are they chasing you?"

"Because... Because... How do I know! I'm also very strange when others are chasing and killing me! It's really inexplicable, isn't it! I've been so good and virtuous all my life, and I don't know where such a group of enemies came from!"

Duan Rou looked at Chen Mofei's voice at the moment, and couldn't help but deeply admire his ability to tell nonsense in a serious manner, if it were her, she would never have such a reaction.

"Does the other party know who you are?" the old man asked again.

"Of course, otherwise why would they ask around for news of us. ”

The old man sneered, and stared at Chen Mofei with a dark eye with a little deep meaning: "But there are no faces of the two of you in that painting, and you can't even tell the difference between men and women, but the shape is very similar to the two of you, what else do you have to make up?"

"No face?" Chen Mofei was a little overjoyed by this information: "Maybe the painter they found can't paint faces, in short, you can do well, don't tell the two of us, help help, make friends!"

"Why did I help you? You're all hunted down, won't I set yourself on fire if I help you? I don't bother to do such a thankless task. ”

The old man obviously didn't eat Chen Mofei's set.

This is Duan Rou who stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Then why didn't you report the two of us?"

The old man shook his head slightly: "That's because I still have doubts, I only ask you one word, if it doesn't satisfy my mind, you will get out of me immediately!"

"You still want to confirm his identity?" No need to ask, Duan Rou also knew what the old man was insisting on.

The old man nodded.

Chen Mofei was really in a dilemma at this time, he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it, he couldn't do it, he really didn't know what to do.

Duan Rou didn't dare to act rashly, if he burned down this house, he would inevitably attract those black-clothed people again, even if he killed the old man in front of him, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to take Chen Mofei and retreat.

The two parties were at a stalemate, and the young man holding the sword suddenly walked out, and he said to Chen Mofei and the others: "Tu Lao is not a wicked person, please believe Tu Lao." ”

"Why should we believe you?" asked Chen Mofei.

The young man holding the sword raised his eyebrows slightly: "With your fate at the moment, it is in our hands, if Tu Lao really wanted to harm you, he would have betrayed you a long time ago, why bother, if the two are not the two that Tu Lao expects, Tu Lao will also help you leave." ”

Chen Mofei glanced at Duan Rou, Duan Rou still shook her head, obviously for her, Chen Mofei's identity must not be known by the third person, or even the fourth person, because people's hearts are unpredictable.

Seeing that Duan Rou still refused to let go, the young man holding the sword sighed softly: "It's better for you two to go into the back room, come and listen to my story, and then make a decision, if you still don't speak, Tu Lao, then you can help you leave Qinghe Town." ”

Hearing what the sword-hugging boy said, Tu Lao nodded and agreed to the young man.

Chen Mofei and the others came to the inner room again, and the young man holding the sword opened the curtain that had been blocking the east side of the room.

A body that looked exactly like the sword-hugging boy caught the eyes of Chen Mofei and the others, and at this moment they were lying quietly on an ice bed made of Xuan Bing.

Chen Mo was dumbfounded, and his mouth trembled for a while: "You, you, you........ Are you a ghost?"

"Spirit, to be exact. Duan Rou said.

"Spirit?"

The sword-hugging boy nodded with a smile and agreed with what Duan Rou said: "That's right, what you see now is my spirit body, and this body of mine is actually dead." ”