"If I find out you're lying to me, you're doomed!" Yang Yong's face changed several times, and finally agreed to Jiang Han's request.

There is no way, Yang Wenhua is not only his father, but also the Dinghai Divine Needle of this huge Yang family! If Yang Wenhua falls, I don't know how many people will fall into the well.

"I won't lie to anyone if I lie to you..."Jiang Han showed a smile on his face and followed Yang Yong to the second floor.

Yang Yong gently opened the door, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out, but Jiang Han stood at the door and did not enter.

"Hurry up, what are you rubbing?" Yang Yong said impatiently to Jiang Han.

"Uh... Don't panic. Jiang Han was a little nervous.

Although it is true that the spirit blood of the Blue Emperor is very powerful, it may not have an effect on Yang Wenhua's illness.

Jiang Han didn't even know what kind of illness Yang Wenhua had! If the Green Emperor's spiritual blood was useless, wouldn't he have come for nothing?

As Jiang Han hesitated for a while, Yang Yong's face became completely gloomy: "Jiang Han, are you a bully to my Yang family?"

"Coming, coming, what are you urging?"

Jiang Han walked in and saw Yang Wenhua lying on the bed dying.

"I'm rubbing, who is so ruthless? It's too miserable, isn't it..."

At this time, Yang Wenhua did not have the majesty and domineering that Jiang Han had seen a few days ago, his face was pale, his shape was like a withered tree, and his eye sockets were sunken like a mummy.

"You hurry up and start!" Yang Yong saw that Jiang Han was standing as soon as he came in, and he was so anxious that he didn't move, if he didn't know that he couldn't beat Jiang Han, he probably would have to do it directly.

Jiang Han looked at Yang Yong and pointed to the door.

"Go out, I don't like people watching from the sidelines. ”

Just kidding, will Jiang Han cure the disease? Definitely not, if Yang Yong had been standing here, would he have directly cut a cut on his body with a knife and give Yang Wenhua blood to drink?

Then Yang Yong must not be scared to death directly?

Jiang Han was well-intentioned, but Yang Yongke didn't understand what he meant, but was already on the verge of rage.

"Jiang Han, do you want to be healed?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

A group of relatives of the Yang family blocked the door, and when they saw this situation, they were even more furious and scolded: "Boy, get out if you don't know how to heal, don't come to disturb my eldest brother's rest!"

"Don't think that you can run amok with a little martial arts! If you dare to make trouble, be careful that you can't see the sun tomorrow!"

"Xiao Yong, get him out!"

"Noise!" Jiang Han's face sank, and he slammed his palm on the wall.

With a bang, the wall was directly shot out of the cracks, extending to the door, shaking half of the door off, and frightened the Yang family to retreat in panic.

"Yang Yong, do you still want your dad to recover?"

"If you want to, get rid of those eyesores!"

The corners of Yang Yong's eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked out the door.

"Jiang Han, you'd better cure my dad, otherwise I'll make you pay!"

The door that had been shaken off half of the door frame by Jiang Han was closed, and the room was quiet all of a sudden.

Jiang Han walked to Yang Wenhua's bed and looked at Yang Wenhua calmly.

Although he doesn't know how to heal, a martial artist cultivates blood and qi to refine his body, and he can see some clues from the rise and fall of blood and qi alone.

At this time, Yang Wenhua's qi and blood were weak, and he was no different from a dying person. The breath is like a gossamer, and you can hardly notice the rise and fall of the chest.

Jiang Han pondered for a moment, flipped his wrist, and a sharp short sword appeared in his hand, and Jiang Han slashed through his fingertips without hesitation.

The pale cyan spirit blood of the Blue Emperor slowly flowed out, the blood was a little viscous, but it exuded a strong fragrance, Jiang Han felt refreshed when he smelled it.

"My spiritual blood..."

Jiang Han secretly exclaimed in pain, and his strength wrapped the blood of the Blue Emperor's spirit and shot into Yang Wenhua's mouth.

Because he didn't know what illness Yang Wenhua had, Jiang Han could be said to have made a bloody investment this time, and all the stored energy was converted into the spirit blood of the Blue Emperor and given to Yang Wenhua, until the blood that flowed out of his fingertips turned into red blood, which stopped.

Jiang Han's face turned a little pale, looked at Yang Wenhua, whose breath was stabilizing, and exhaled.

"Ma Dan, if it doesn't work, I'll lose a lot!"

However, what was more gratifying was that a few minutes after Jiang Han stopped transmitting the spirit blood of the Blue Emperor, the gray color on Yang Wenhua's face had already faded, and he had regained a little ruddy color.

"It works!" Jiang Han was overjoyed.

Ahem!

Yang Wenhua suddenly coughed, and a mouthful of sticky and foul-smelling black blood spat out.

"I'll rub it, what is this?" Jiang Han was shocked, directly forgot the stench, and stared straight at something in the black blood.

In the black blood, some black bugs were constantly wriggling, looking very disgusting.

"It seems that this Yang Wenhua was really framed..."

Jiang Han secretly wondered in his heart.

Outside the door, Yang Yong was guarding the door, always paying attention to the movement inside the door. Not far behind Yang Yong, a group of relatives were whispering something.

"This Yang Yong is too nonsense, just come and let go to see the eldest brother's injury!"

"That is, what if it is not cured, and it is more serious?"

While the crowd was talking, the door was opened.

Jiang Han walked out indifferently and said to Yang Yong at the door: "Go in and have a look, but be mentally prepared." ”

Yang Yong's face suddenly darkened, glared at Jiang Han fiercely, and walked into the door.

Obviously, Yang Yong misunderstood Jiang Han's meaning and thought that his father had returned to the West.

Others also thought the same way, but thinking about Jiang Han's strength, they all held back the fire and walked into Yang Wenhua's room.

Jiang Han walked to the window in amazement and sighed: "I don't know how much I have to eat to make up for it... My spiritual blood!"

It didn't take long for one exclamation after another to come from behind.

Half an hour later, in the living room of the Yang family.

Jiang Han sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, enjoying the Yang family's special red robe.

And Yang Yong sat opposite him, his face gloomy as water, and his gaze stayed on a black glass dish on the coffee table.

The vessel contained a pool of black, foul-smelling blood, and in the blood, black worms the size of sesame seeds wriggled constantly.

"Is this really my dad spitting out?" Yang Yong asked again.

"Nonsense, didn't your dad vomit, did I vomit?" Jiang Han rolled his eyes and said, "Your dad has been cured, don't forget what you promised me at that time." ”

"The Yang family is such a big family, it won't play tricks on me, right?"

Yang Yong snorted coldly, glanced at Jiang Han, and said, "Of course I won't play tricks with you, I, Yang Yong, haven't been despicable to that extent!"

"Tsk, you haven't reached this level, those old guys of the Yang family are not necessarily. Jiang Han smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this! I, Yang Yong, will do what I say!" Yang Yong suddenly got up and looked at Jiang Han.

"Now, you can go..."

Jiang Han drank all the water in the teacup, got up and walked outside.

"Cut, let's go, who is still rare to stay here..."

(End of chapter)