Coming to the Zhu family's mansion, just as the inspiration king said.

The Zhu family's mansion is unusually luxurious, although it is not as majestic as the imperial city, as a wealthy man, his home will inevitably be a big deal.

If it weren't for the master's leadership, Xiao Wuxin would really be lost at home.

After walking hundreds of steps on the winding path, you will be greeted by a huge flower bed, and in the center of the flower bed stands a thin Taihu Lake stone.

Meandering waterways can be found everywhere, quaint buildings are built according to the situation, and winding corridors are like creeping dragons.

It took a quarter of an hour to walk from the main door to the bedroom.

Zhu Changluo's home is several times larger than Zhao Wangfu.

"Sir, please." Zhu Changluo's attitude was respectful and his tone was calm.

As soon as they arrived in the backyard, they heard the people hurrying and shouting, "Oh no, the young master is sick again." ”

In an instant, dozens of servants swarmed into the small courtyard.

More than a dozen Lang Zhong were also desperately trying to think of a way to save them, but the result was no accident and had no effect.

Zhu Changluo heard the voice, pushed the people away, and came to the house, where Zhu Youxiao lay on the bed and moaned in pain.

He grabbed Zhu Youxiao's personal servant and said, "Old Wu, didn't the young master just take medicine?" In less than half a month, what to do is to have a seizure. ”

The so-called "medicine" in his mouth is blood.

In normal times, Zhu Youxiao was relieved within half a month after drinking blood.

But now, the time is half as shorter than before, which means that the method of relying on blood to sustain life will gradually fail.

Fortunately, I met the old fairy.

"Sir, please save my son, as long as you can save his life, I am willing to share the family wealth with you equally."

Xiao Wuxin was also greatly moved, as a father, Zhu Changluo is undoubtedly very qualified, and he did everything for his son; It is precisely because of this that he had to kill so many people.

Xiao Wuxin came to the bed, looked at Zhu Youxiao's appearance, and didn't dare to imagine that this was the appearance of a young man.

He was so pale, with a dull complexion and dull eyes, more like an old man on the verge of death.

Xiao Wuxin took a silver needle and pierced it on his body, and Zhu Youxiao, who was originally wailing in pain, suddenly quieted down.

"Sir, what's wrong with my son?" Zhu Changluo asked.

"He's fine, I'm just letting him sleep for a while, which will ease his pain."

After Zhu Youxiao was quiet, Xiao Wuxin first examined his face, and then passed through the pulse, and generally had a basic understanding of his symptoms.

Half an hour later, Xiao Wuxin walked out of the room and called Zhu Changluo aside: "My lord, your son's condition is very serious." ”

Of course, Zhu Changluo knew what to do with him if it wasn't serious.

"Sir didn't say that he had the ability to continue his life, but also asked Sir to help."

Xiao Wuxin said: "If it was before, it's okay to say, if I'm not mistaken, he continues his life through blood, right?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhu Changluo nodded.

"Although the method of blood to continue life can have an effect, it is only short-lived, and the effect will gradually thin, curing temporary pain, but the burden on the body is great."

These words are not nonsense, Zhu Youxiao's so-called blood method of continuing life is not ordinary blood drinking, but blood exchange.

It's like taking a drug, once you have the first time, there will be an infinite number of times.

And the effect of each time is diminishing, until one day it is completely useless, and that person has come to the end of his life.

"Sir." Now Zhu Changluo has complete trust in Xiao Wuxin, "Is there a cure?" ”

"Yes! But this is based on the premise that blood is not used to sustain life. ”

This sentence gave Zhu Changluo a fatal blow, and the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for recovery.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Wuxin also said: "Lord Zhu doesn't have to be upset, although there is no cure, it can still be done to continue the life of the prince for decades." ”

The change of great sorrow and joy caught Zhu Changluo off guard.

Knowing that he could continue his life for decades, Zhu Changluo's eyes were full of hope again: "I implore Mr. to help." ”

Taking a pen and paper, Xiao Wuxin simply wrote a recipe on the paper.

"It's a prescription, and one course of treatment is for one month." Xiao Wuxin handed the recipe to him, and instructed: "Remember! The blood must stop. ”

Zhu Changluo nodded, if the treasure took the recipe, he wanted to know what the old immortal's recipe would write.

He was ready to use all kinds of curiosities.

However, after Zhu Changluo saw Fang Zi, the whole person was stunned, and he asked weakly: "Sir, are you really ...... Prescription? ”

"What, in doubt?"

Zhu Changluo shook his head and said, "Don't dare!" I just don't think it's like a prescription and more like a recipe? ”

Goji berries, pork liver, sugar, lard, rice wine...... This is the recipe at all, and Zhu Changluo's feeling is not wrong.

"Everything can be used in medicine, and recipes are also a type of prescription, so don't be surprised."

There are no top-grade medicinal materials in Xiao Wuxin's recipe, they are all bargains from some lower riba people, and no one even wants such things as pork liver.

"Does this really work?" Zhu Changluo said a big question mark.

"Whether it's useful or not, you won't know until you've eaten it, anyway, these can't eat the dead."

Yes, and immortal, what are you afraid of! Besides, Zhu Youxiao's body can't live long, and dead horses are regarded as live horse doctors.

Xiao Wuxin then asked, "Oh yes, who gave you the recipe for blood to continue your life?" ”

"The county order is congratulated."