There was still a pig-like scream in the martial arts room behind him, but Wang Yan had already walked out of the Hengqiao Martial Arts Hall with his hands behind his back and walked in the direction of No. 1 Middle School.

Today is the weekend again, and the campus of Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School is quiet, without the slightest sound.

From afar, Wang Yuan saw Uncle Chen sitting in the security room, although there was a cup of tea in front of him, his eyes kept looking outside the security room, as if he was waiting for someone.

When he saw Wang Yan appear not far away, a smile suddenly appeared on the uncle's face.

"Xiao Wang, here?"

Uncle Chen subconsciously got up and came out, although he tried to make himself less eager, the smile on his face betrayed him.

Since the death of his son, his wife also died of illness not long after, and he has always lived alone for so many years.

How many times he dreamed back at midnight, he seemed to be able to see his son's high-spirited face in his dreams.

He has always had an unrealistic wish in his heart to see his son's face again in reality.

But he himself knew that this was just a luxury.

It wasn't until this boy named Wang Ember appeared in front of him that he finally saw the shadow of his son in the boy's eyebrows.

In fact, purely in terms of facial features, Wang Yan and his son are only slightly similar.

But the kind of temperament on the body, the kind of high-spirited and radiant temperament...... It's so similar.

When his son was young, he was also like this, like the rising sun, full of vitality, and the whole person seemed to be radiating light.

Uncle Chen watched Wang Ember walk slowly in the sun, and the outline of the whole person was plated with a layer of pale gold by the sun.

For a moment, he seemed to see his son, walking towards him with a smile.

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

The expression on Wang Yan's face...... Seems to be getting ugly gradually?

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Uncle Chen was not mistaken.

Wang Yan's complexion is indeed becoming more and more difficult to look at little by little.

He strode over and approached Uncle Chen's somewhat bewildered gaze.

The gaze is gloomy, like a pool of stagnant water.

I didn't speak for a long time.

Uncle Chen was a little panicked.

Did you do something wrong?

Is it because he has to come to see himself every day, a bad old man, which makes Xiao Wang feel impatient?

At this time, Uncle Chen was like a grandfather who tried his best to please his grandson, seeing Wang Yan's gloomy face, he didn't even dare to breathe, and thought about it several times in his mind, and finally didn't know what he had done wrong, which made Wang Yan's face suddenly become so gloomy.

After the two were silent for a long time, Uncle Chen finally spoke a little cautiously: "Xiao Wang, do you feel a little tired of coming to see me every day? Actually, you don't have to come here every day, as long as you come here once in a while, I'm already ......."

"Uncle, have you ever felt something wrong with your body these days?"

Wang Shen suddenly spoke up and interrupted him.

"Something is wrong with your body?"

Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment, and thought about it carefully: "I don't feel anything wrong with my body, I just feel a little tired often, after all, I am already this age, and I am not a martial artist, so my body can......'t keep up."

Wang Yan didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and grabbed Uncle Chen's wrist and pulled up Uncle Chen's cuffs.

Although Uncle Chen didn't know what Wang Ember was doing, he didn't make a move, and let Wang Ember roll up his sleeves.

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing Uncle Chen's wrists.

Among the dull age spots, a bright red sarcoma the size of a grain of rice is very eye-catching.

The moment he saw that little sarcoma, Wang Yan's eyes were already extremely cold, like a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and endless killing intent had surged in his heart in an instant.

Really!

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The moment he approached Uncle Chen, he noticed that something was wrong with Uncle Chen's body.

Uncle Chen's body has a dark aura that is the same as that of his younger brother Wang Yuan, this aura is very deep hidden, very faint, so faint that Wang Yan almost ignored this dark breath.

Originally, he was just suspicious, suspecting that Uncle Chen had fallen into the same trick as Wang Yuan.

At this moment, after seeing the sarcoma on Uncle Chen's wrist that was exactly the same as Wang Yuan's, the last trace of luck in his heart was completely gone.

Uncle Chen was also recruited!

At this moment, Wang Yan's chest was full of anger.

Why did you want to attack Uncle Chen?

He's just an old man!

"Hey, when did I get such a pimple on my hand?"

Seeing the bright red sarcoma on his wrist, Uncle Chen himself was a little surprised.

"Uncle, have you seen these people in the past few days......

Wang Yan took a deep breath and described the appearance of those transfer students to Uncle Chen.

"I've seen it, I've seen it."

Uncle Chen knew it was those people as soon as he heard it, and nodded again and again: "Among them, there is a boy with glasses, who is very kind, and every day when he passes in front of the security room after school, he will give me something, sometimes a bottle of drink, sometimes some nutritional products...... He was also a good boy, and I persuaded him many times not to waste money on me......

Good boy? Kindness?

Wang Yan sneered.

"Uncle, do you still keep what they gave you?"

"I kept them, but I packed them up and took them home a few days ago, and in two days I was going to pay for the living expenses of the children I sponsored, and I will send them over when the time comes......

The uncle thought for a while, and then said, "By the way, the boy gave me a piece of snack before, and I was so hungry one day, so I took it out and ate a piece of ......."

He took out a neatly wrapped oiled paper bag from the drawer of the tin table, and carefully opened it, revealing a delicate piece of pastry, with only a few small pieces bitten off at the edges.

"This pastry tasted good, although I was a little hungry at the time, but I didn't want to eat it all, so I wrapped it and put it in a drawer, planning to eat it when I was hungry one day......

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly.

Wang Ember took the piece of pastry in his hand.

In this seemingly ordinary pastry, he sensed a distorted evil power.

He didn't know how that weird little sarcoma entered the body of the other person.

Now, he could almost guess it.

"Throw all these things away."

He was silent for a long time, crumpled the pastry to pieces, and said in a deep voice under the old man's still somewhat pitiful gaze.

"But none of those things are cheap......

The old man was still a little reluctant.

Wang Yan didn't explain too much, and didn't tell Uncle Chen the truth, but just said that the boys with glasses had bad intentions, and the things they gave were all fake and shoddy products, and they would have diarrhea if they ate them.

This kind of thing, if you tell the truth and pretend that you are Uncle Chen, I am afraid you will not believe it.

Uncle Chen agreed suspiciously, saying that when he got home from work, he would throw away all those things.

Wang Yan gave a few more words of advice, and warned Uncle Chen that he must not accept those people's things in the future, those people have ill intentions and are not good people.

Although Uncle Chen also agreed, looking at Uncle Chen's expression, he didn't seem to be very convinced by Wang Yan's words.

With Uncle Chen's simple thinking, it is hard to imagine that those students will do anything bad to themselves.

After all, he is just an elderly security guard, who has no grievances with others, and even takes the initiative to put a few more umbrellas in the security room on rainy days for students who forget to bring umbrellas.

I'm just such a bad old man, and those students have

What is the need to do anything bad to yourself?

He has always treated people in this world with such kindness, and judged others with such kindness.

However, he forgets that the world is not immutable goodness.

More than light, there is evil and darkness.

Leaving from Uncle Chen, Wang Yan's face was full of gloom.

He didn't leave Uncle Chen with the Cleansing Pill.

It's not because I'm reluctant, but I'm worried that the myelin cleansing pill will have a bad impact on the uncle.

Uncle Chen's situation is completely different from Wang Yuan.

The medicinal power of the Cleansing Pill, even if it is a mortal version of the Cleansing Pill, exceeds the vast majority of tonics on the market.

And Uncle Chen himself is not a martial artist, coupled with old age and decay, his blood and qi are decaying, and his body is not as good as when he was young.

It is impossible to digest the medicinal power of the Cleansing Pill.

Washing Uncle Chen's marrow pill is simply harming Uncle Chen.

What's more, even if Uncle Chen can digest the medicinal power of the Cleansing Pill, he can use the Cleansing Pill to expel the small sarcoma in his body.

This process is also very painful, just look at Wang Yuan's painful expression when he vomits wildly when he holds the toilet every night.

Wang Yan was also not sure whether the discharge of the small sarcoma would bring unimaginable damage to Uncle Chen's body.

"For the sake of today's plan, if you want to save Uncle Chen, you can only wait for me to step into the realm of the sea of qi......

Uncle Chen is over seventy years old, and his body is aging, not as good as Wang Yuan.

Even Wang Yuan, after this small sarcoma grew in his body, he was in a trance all day long, and his energy was lost, and he was sucked away by this small sarcoma.

Uncle Chen has this kind of thing rooted in his body, and I'm afraid the situation is much worse than Wang Yuanlai.

"It seems that the plan must be advanced, and we can't wait any longer......

He didn't dare to take any chances.

In this situation, even if it drags on for one more day, Uncle Chen will be more dangerous.

He must step into the Qi Sea realm as soon as possible, the sooner the better!

"Calculating the time, it's almost time for the Tufuyuan of Heming Village to mature......

He used hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to set up a spirit gathering array on Heming Mountain, in order to raise the soil on Heming Mountain by a few more grades.

In this way, the effect of the Purple Spirit Huisha Pill refined with this earth Fuyuan as a medicinal material can also be much stronger.

"Without further ado, I'll leave tomorrow......

He walked briskly towards home, planning to talk to his parents, and after cleaning up a little, he would leave for Heming Mountain tomorrow.