In fact, when he first saw the real Northern Regions King Liaohua, Mo Fengwu thought of someone.

That is his second uncle, Mo Qingyun.

Because, the old man lying on the bed at this time was almost exactly the same as when his second uncle was lifted out of the coffin.

A withered face, skinny skin.

His pale hair, his dull skin, and his somewhat undulating chest would have been no different from a dried corpse.

This is the Northern Regions King Liaohua of the Three Realms?

It's unimaginable!

So much so that even Di Jing, who came in with him, couldn't help frowning, and said in a low voice at the moment:

"What's going on?"

The fog shadow sighed and said, "Back to the Second Highness, in fact, since the incident back then, the prince vomited a mouthful of blood when he came back, and then after only half a month's effort, he was sick in bed......"

Di Jing's pupils shrank instantly.

"Back then...... In the past ten years, the prince has ......"

Mist Shadow nodded, "Yes." Originally, at the beginning, I just thought that the prince was injured and would be fine to recuperate for a while. Unexpectedly, after this fall, he never got up again. Over the years, he has been relying on some artifacts to barely support, but in the past half a month, the prince's situation has suddenly deteriorated.

Therefore, after knowing that His Royal Highness had invited a divine doctor, although he also knew that this was a secret plan by some people, he really had no choice...... I also ask His Royal Highness to forgive my sins. ”

Di Jing didn't speak, just waved his hand.

And just as the two were talking, they saw that Mo Fengwu had already walked to the side of the bed and glanced at Liaohua who was lying on the bed. Then he starts to take the pulse directly, and at the same time activates the ability of both eyes, and begins to look at the burning body little by little.

Blackened bones...... Sure enough, it was the realm of the Great Martial Emperor. It's just that the bones that should be clear right now are wrapped in a layer of dark substance, which looks like tangled old bark, which is very eye-catching.

But if that's all there is to it, it's nothing. What's even more terrifying is that there are a lot of things like filaments growing in the blood of the burned meridians.

Like a water weed, it constantly flutters along the blood.

It was the first time Mo Fengwu had seen this kind of situation, and she couldn't help frowning at the moment.

After a while, Mo Fengwu withdrew his hand, and at the same time closed his eyes slightly to ease up. At this time, Di Jing came over and asked in a low voice:

"How?"

Mo Fengwu shook his head, then opened his eyes and said, "It's not good." ”

Fog Shadow was anxious at the moment: "Girl, is it difficult to become a prince......"

Mo Fengwu didn't say anything this time, just turned his head and looked at Liaohua again. Then he suddenly whispered:

"Bring the bowl. One jade bowl, one stone bowl, one porcelain bowl, one wooden bowl, and one gold bowl. ”

The Fog Shadow was stunned for a moment, but immediately went down to prepare, and after a while, he walked in with a few bowls.

"Is this possible?"

Mo Fengwu glanced at it and nodded. Then he instantly took out a dagger from his arms, and then without waiting for a few people to come back to their senses, he directly cut the shriveled wrist of the burning.

"Girl, what are you doing here?"

The fog shadow was startled, and his face suddenly changed.

But Mo Fengwu didn't pay attention to him at all. He took the bowl and began to collect blood.

For a while, the room full of medicinal smell was full of blood. After a while, after taking a few bowls, Mo Fengwu put his hand on the burning wrist a little, and then said to the fog shadow:

"Clean up the wound."

As he spoke, Mo Fengwu got up and put a few bowls of blood on the table not far away. At the same time, he raised his hand and flipped through it, and a pile of bottles and cans immediately filled the entire table.