Outside the ward, the middle-aged man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses had a gloomy face, listening to the crazy shouts coming from the ward, and asked the doctor next to him who was constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Director Gao, how is the situation?"

"Say it, Director Gao, I can stand it. The middle-aged man's gaze was still calm, and his face did not change at all, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

"Yes, yes!" Director Gao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Ling Gong... Childe, that is, Young Master Song, his... The bones of his limbs were broken, which had injured the nervous system, seriously affected the normal function of the reproductive system, and led to direct damage to the genitals. ”

"Is there no way to recover him?" the middle-aged man asked, still looking calm.

"I'm sorry Mr. Song, at present, there may be a way from abroad, but ......"

Director Gao sighed, "Young Master Song's injury, according to our judgment, the effective treatment time is only twenty-four hours, if you go abroad to invite someone, not to mention foreign hospitals, are you willing to borrow equipment to treat Young Master Li, even if you are willing, you still need a world-class famous doctor to take over, the transportation of equipment, the doctor is in place, and after all the preparations are completed, it will take at least three days, at that time, even if it is an immortal, there is nothing to do." ”

"Is that so?" I saw the middle-aged man holding his glasses and nodded: "Thank you, Director Gao, it's okay here, you can go back to work." ”

After Director Gao left, the young and heroic man behind Seinfeld stepped forward and bowed his head slightly, "Do you need to solve the insiders of this hospital and block the news?"

"No, just spread the news. Seinfeld waved his hand and slowly closed his eyes, took out a note from his pocket and handed it to the man, "In addition, this is for you." ”

The young man took it with a puzzled face, an address and a person's name written on it, and looked at Seinfeld with some confusion: "This is?"

However, Seinfeld didn't mean to explain, but continued to instruct: "I Seinfeld only had one son in my life, and now he has been deposed, and according to what he said, the murderer is Hou San, but if you find someone else behind you, remember to bring people here, I want them to kneel in front of Xiao Lin, break the bones of their bodies inch by inch, draw out their tendons, and release their blood!"

The extremely vicious and cold words made the young man shudder, and he bowed his head deeply and said, "Yes......"

"In addition, this person likes some antiquities, you bring the two Tang Dynasty artifacts in my collection, and then beg him well, even if he insults you all kinds of things, as long as you get through it, you will definitely help!" Seinfeld said lightly.

"Understood!" the heroic man remembered every word Seinfeld had in his heart.

"Go ahead, there's nothing to do with you here. Seinfeld slowly walked to the glass window and muttered, "I'll be alone for a while and see my son." ”

The heroic man bent over, turned and walked briskly out of the hospital.

Song Fei looked at Song Lin who was still roaring frantically in the ward through the glass window, pressed his palm on the glass window, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Lin, don't worry, Dad will bring them here, let you watch them being skinned and cramped, and kill them with your own hands!"

And Lu Han, who had already returned home, looked at the figure of Lu Xiaohuan who came out when he heard the voice, with a worried look on his face, and only then relieved himself when he found that he had no scars on his body: "Brother, welcome back." ”

Lu Han hugged the beautiful figure and said, "Silly girl!!"

Lu Han returned to the room that belonged to him, looking at the things that were still placed in their original positions, a half-meter-high bronze statue, a fish-shaped jade pendant, a piece of black charcoal-like lightning strike wood, and that fish-shaped jade pendant had been confirmed to contain enough aura to break through the second layer of Qi training.

And the thunderbolt struck the wood, the year is about five hundred years, the splitting of the thunder can not be seen for the time being, unless it can draw out the residual power of the thunder, otherwise even he has no way to know, after all, the thunder, the power of the heavenly way, but now it can only be placed here to accumulate dust, after all, he is poor and white, and he can't refine anything.

As for the bronze statue that attracted him at the beginning, Lu Han had already remembered what kind of power it was, it was the power of faith.

He once saw a monk studying this path in the cultivation realm, and the final result was not to become an immortal through the tribulation, but to gather the power of divine consciousness to achieve a so-called god, to be sacrificed by tens of millions of people, to achieve the goal of eternal life and eternal existence.

This is the opposite path for monks who have embarked on the path of cultivation and pursued immortality, and it has been proved that those monks who have studied this path have not succeeded, but have instead attracted a catastrophe and fallen into a state of extinction.

It may be a bit mysterious to say that the power of faith comes from the human mind, or rather the mind, but it is true, this bronze statue is a god statue, but unfortunately it is dead, and the person who cast this god statue is dead.

The idol has not collapsed, probably because the power of the god's master's divine consciousness is extremely large, which makes even if he himself falls, but the power of the divine consciousness still maintains the idol intact, in the hope that one day, he can use the idol to come back to life, but unfortunately, this is completely wishful thinking.

Lu Han didn't know who the owner of this idol was, but as the endless years passed, no matter how strong the owner of the idol was, no matter how strong the power of divine consciousness was, it would not be able to resist the erosion of time after all, and the remaining power of faith in the idol was already very small, and it was impossible to bring people back from the dead, even if the power of faith was sufficient, how could it be so easy to come back from the dead?

Just as Lu Han was studying, under his building, there were more than a dozen sneaky figures, not knowing whether they were dead or alive!!

"Xiao Er, are you sure it's here?"

"Don't worry, Brother Wolf, the brothers under my hand have heard the news, that kid hasn't come out since he went in the morning, and it's definitely right to be inside!"

"Believe you once!" Scar Wolf took out a sharp finger tiger from his pocket, looked at the dozen sturdy men behind him, and said coldly: "Everyone listen! Our target is only Lu Han, ignore the others, and withdraw if you catch someone, the police can't hide it for too long, fight quickly, and if you understand, just rush in with me!"

"I'm itching my hands for a long time, let's get on!" Xiao Er didn't know where to take out a butterfly knife, playing with it in his hand, and said with a smile.

The rest of the people also took out their weapons one after another, and all of them were bright and flickering long knives, and a killing color spread.

Scar Wolf nodded and clenched the knife in his hand: "Up!"

More than a dozen people quickly crossed the entire road, and in less than a minute, they came to the downstairs where Lu Han lived, touched the security door, and said to the brothers behind him after a while: "You stand back, I'll open this door!"

When everyone heard this, they took a few steps back, Scar Wolf is the most powerful master among them, it is said that he used to play black boxing in the underground world, and was saved by Brother Long for some reasons, so he followed Brother Long, and he broke through the north and south, and smashed a door with his fist, which is simply trivial.