"Poof!"

At this moment, the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of essence blood!

"Ghost Hand-senpai, how are you?"

Seeing this, Song Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help.

But he was also extremely weak at the moment, and his true qi had not recovered, and there was no difference between him and an ordinary old man in the twilight.

and the ghost hand doctor both fell to the ground.

The two looked at each other and immediately couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Really...... It's kind of miserable."

Song Feng also smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Now the three of them are big living people, and they can't make up one of them with strength.

One is dying, the other is struggling to walk, and the other is unconscious!

"Xiao Song, the matter of your disciple, the old man can help, he has already helped."

"Next, I also want to trouble you with one thing, that is, after my soul enters the Soul Bead for recuperation, please transfer the Soul Bead to Qing'er and let her keep it on her behalf."

The death aura on the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint's body became more and more intense, and he smiled, "That girl's talent is rare in my life. In the future, I will be gone, and I will trouble you to take care of me more. If you can, take her to the Confucian Academy."

"Senior, it's not like juniors don't help."

"It's really hard!"

Song Feng smiled bitterly, "Miss Qing'er's prejudice against me is too great, and you haven't told me what happened back then, what the truth is!"

He really couldn't understand where Qing'er's hostility towards him came from?

"That's fine."

"Although the Heavenly Heart Sword Lord told me at the beginning, let me keep it a secret from you."

"But now that the old man is nearing the end of his life, let's solve your juniors' doubts."

The ghost hand doctor sat on the stone bench with great difficulty, and said in a complicated manner: "Back then, your master, the Heavenly Heart Sword Master, used Zhou Tian's divine powers to calculate the future not long before the accident, and wanted to see if the end of the Confucian Academy would be destroyed because of that disaster."

"Zhou Tian's supernatural powers?"

"Senior, my master will also have Zhou Tian's supernatural powers?"

Song Feng said in shock, "But why don't all of us know, or even hear him talk about it, let alone inherit it."

"Hehe, what do you think is a good thing about that week? That's wrong, that kind of forbidden technique, once you practice, it will determine that you will not die well."

"It's because I cultivated the Zhou Tian antecedents that Shou Yuan continued to lose money, and the limit is approaching, and the consequences of your master's cultivation of Zhou Tian are also very costly."

The Ghost Hand Doctor Saint said slowly, "But it is precisely because he used Zhou Tian's supernatural powers and saw the end of the Confucian Academy that he chose to use his life to save everything."

"But what does this have to do with the hostility of the young girl towards us?"

Song Feng was still puzzled.

"That's because a hundred years ago, I was already about to reach the limit, but at this time, your master calculated that he would die for the Confucian Academy, and a hundred years later, there would be a person of destiny who needed my help."

"Therefore, he chose to fill my life with the only remaining longevity, so that I could live through the past hundred years and help this man of destiny."

The Ghost Hand Doctor Saint sighed, "But your master wants me to hide all this, old man, for a hundred years...... It's tormenting!"

His old eyes were a little moist: "Originally, I thought that your master had made a mistake, but now that you have appeared with this little guy, I understand that he is the person of destiny that your master said!"

Everything has its own certainty!

Such a simple truth was thoroughly understood by the ghost hand doctor saint. Z.br>

Everything was actually arranged long before it began!

"Original ......"

"So we misunderstood you all along!"

Hearing this, Song Feng's eyes were also a little red, and he looked at the eyes of the ghost hand doctor saint, full of guilt and self-blame!

For the sake of a selfish request from his master, the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint alone endured a hundred years of torment and misunderstanding from all of them!

No wonder Qing'er is so hostile.

At this moment, Song Feng understood everything!

"Ghost Hand senior, please be worshiped by the junior!"

Song Feng had red eyes, bowed respectfully to the ghost hand doctor saint, and bowed respectfully!

And the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint did not refuse.

He deserves it!

"Hehe, okay, it's all over, and the old man's time has come again. But this time I still have a chance to live, and the 100-year torment is not in vain."

The Ghost Hand Doctor raised a smile, and the Soul Fixing Bead emitted a faint light in his hand, obviously accepting his soul that was about to collapse.

"Everything the old man can do has already been done."

"What's next is up to the little one."

"If you wait for him to wake up, you can let him stay in the Ghost Valley for a while, there is a medicine river I cultivated in the back mountain, which will help him a little, so ...... Let's make a good match."

The words fell, and the aura of the ghost hand doctor saint completely dissipated.

The Void Realm also collapsed!

The space that Song Feng was in once again changed back to the original appearance of the thatched house.

"Senior ......"

He looked at the corpse of the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint in a complicated manner, bowed respectfully again, and then took the Soul Fixing Bead:

"Don't worry, I will pass this thing on to Miss Qing'er......

And at this very moment.

Bang!

The door of the thatched hut was pushed open.

"Valley Master!"

When Qing'er saw the corpse of the ghost hand doctor saint, her beautiful eyes instantly turned red, and her tears were like bursting the embankment!

Although she had expected this outcome for a long time.

But when this old man who took care of himself from childhood to adulthood really left himself.

There are no words to describe that sadness!

"Girl ...... Youth"

Song Feng wanted to comfort a few words, but was interrupted angrily by Qing'er:

"Shut up! It's all you, it's you who hurt the valley master, if it weren't for you, the valley master wouldn't have left me so soon!"

"I ......"

Song Feng lowered his head and shook his head with a wry smile.

This time, he didn't refute it.

Indeed, if he hadn't brought Yang Fan to come and let the Ghost Hand Doctor Saint exhaust his last strength, maybe he would have been able to live for a while.

"Heh, I said a long time ago, all of you Confucian Academy are white-eyed wolves!"

"I really don't know why the valley lord helped you like this, but I really want to thank you, because if it weren't for your selfishness, the valley lord wouldn't have survived a hundred years ago, and I wouldn't have met the valley master!"

Qing'er wiped away her tears and sneered, "Now that your goal has been achieved, you can leave with your disciple, and I will handle the aftermath for the valley master!"

"Miss Qing'er, can't you just listen to me first?"

Song Feng smiled bitterly, "The Ghost Hand Senior is not dead, in other words, he still has a chance to be resurrected!"

He took out the Soul Fixing Bead and told him all the causes and consequences.

Of course, except for Yang Fan's identity in his previous life!

"You...... You really didn't lie to me?"

"Valley Master, can he really be resurrected?"

Knowing the truth, Qing'er covered her mouth and immediately cried excitedly.

And just when Song Feng was about to nod and speak.

"Poof!"

Yang Fan, who was in a coma, suddenly turned over and spurted out a mouthful of black blood!

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