"Dead??"

"Impossible!!Senior Sister won't die!!"

Wei Zichong and Deng Ya shouted almost at the same time, their faces turned pale, and their eyes were full of grief. Deng Ya burst into tears instantly, unwilling to believe this result.

Yun Lang's face also sank, he is now the head of the Kongtong faction, and the disciples in the sect are his people, and losing someone is a great loss for him.

Especially the 'Senior Sister', needless to say, the strength is also among the top few in the Kongtong faction, and there will be more places to use it in the future.

"What's the matter? Isn't my Martial Arts Hospital going to fool you!"

Seeing Wei Zichong, Deng Ya's expression was excited, and she looked disbelieving, and the knife snorted coldly.

"No, didn't Master Zhong say that as long as we pay the money before dark, we can save Senior Sister's life? Wei Zichong hurriedly explained.

Seeing that Wei Zichong still didn't give up, Daozi suddenly became impatient, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense." The corpse was in the morgue, and Lao Wu took them to pick it up. ”

Wei Zichong was about to speak, but was stopped by Yun Lang reaching out and said lightly: "Let's go see Ximan first." ”

Seeing Yun Lang say this, Wei Zichong had no choice but to give up, and he didn't dare to really clash with the knife.

None of the warriors dared to guarantee that they would not be injured in the future, and if they offended the warrior hospital, they didn't even have a place to be treated.

Second, the martial arts hospital is as strong as a cloud, and if it really falls out, they will die.

"Your attitude makes me very unhappy, and it's easy to take away the corpse, pay 100 million. The knife blocked in front of Yun Lang, and opened his mouth with a cold, cruel smile.

Who came to the martial arts hospital was not the same as his grandson, respectful, more respectful than his parents.

But Yunlang was gone, but he looked high, and the knife was suddenly unhappy.

Seeing the knife blocking in front of Yun Lang, looking unwilling to let go, Wei Zichong and Deng Ya's faces changed again, and her eyes were full of anger.

People are dead, and it is really embarrassing to embarrass them like this!

Pharmacist Wu stood aside, silent.

In the martial arts hospital, he was just a small person, and he had no right to speak at all. The knife is Master Zhong's brother-in-law, and he doesn't dare to provoke it.

"Hehe......"

Yun Lang smiled, laughing very casually, and suddenly slapped it hard without warning, and slapped it on the face of the knife.

The knife didn't expect Yun Lang to make a move at all, and when he was caught off guard, he was pulled squarely, in fact, even if he had a defense, it couldn't be faster than Yun Lang's speed of shooting.

"Smack!!"

A piercing and crisp slap echoed on the second floor.

Under the vigorous pumping of Yunlang, the body of the knife was directly pumped in a big circle, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out~ shot out, and several teeth were mixed with the blood, fell to the ground, and bounced up again.

Bang!

The knife slammed to the ground, and his cheeks were swollen and red like freshly baked bread.

"Uh-huh......"

The knife that fell to the ground made a faint moan~ moan.

Wei Zichong and Deng Ya were stunned, they didn't expect Yunlang to make a sudden move, and it was so heavy, but they didn't know why they were so fucking happy in their hearts, and they had a feeling of raising their eyebrows.

Pharmacist Wu was also stupid, it was the first time he had seen someone dare to do it in the Martial Arts Hospital, wasn't that tired?

"Where's the morgue?" Yun Lang looked at Pharmacist Wu and asked coldly.

Wu Yaoshi subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, and Yun Lang immediately strode forward, ignoring the painful groaning knife on the ground underground.

Wei Zichong and Deng Ya were stunned, and immediately hurriedly followed Yunlang's footsteps and went to the morgue.

The so-called morgue is a room with the word "mortuary" written on it, and its function is naturally the same as that of a morgue in a normal hospital, which is a place for the corpse.

Pushing open the door of the morgue, there was a room with several wooden beds, and at a glance, I saw a female corpse dressed in black lying on the wooden board.

"Senior Sister!!"

"Senior sister, woo woo ......"

Wei Zichong, who was following behind, Deng Ya couldn't hold back the grief in her heart anymore when she saw the black-clothed female corpse on the wooden board, rushed out from behind, and threw herself on the wooden board and wept in grief.

The female corpse in black is the senior sister of the Kongtong faction - Ximan.

Yun Lang swept over Ximan's corpse, and the first thing he saw was a mediocre face, which was ugly in layman's terms, with big eyebrows, thick lips, rough skin, and he should not be very old, about thirty years old, and he couldn't see where he was beautiful.

If you don't look at the face, the figure is still good, slender, fat and thin.

Yun Lang's gaze finally fell on Ximan's abdomen, where the clothes had been lifted and were very messy, revealing a large area of white skin.

Apparently it was artificially opened, and then it was left open like that. Not insulted, but someone lifted her clothes to check the injuries, and then did not cover them back.

Lifting clothes to check the injury, and even taking off for inspection, Yunlang can understand. But after the inspection, it was left like that, which was obviously disrespectful, immoral, and even insulting to the deceased.

Yun Lang's expression suddenly became cold, from the dislike of the poor and the love of the rich of the Wu pharmacist who entered the door, the arrogance and domineering of the knife, and then to the exposure of Ximan.

All of them illustrate a problem, that is, the 'martial arts hospital' does not treat the vulnerable groups who are 'no money and no power' as human beings at all.

Yunlang, who has come all the way from poverty, can best understand the sourness in it, so I can't help but feel anger in my heart.

"Ahem......"

Ximan, who was on the board, suddenly coughed a few times in pain, probably because Deng Ya pressed her.

"Big Sister ......"

"Senior sister is not dead!!" Wei Zichong was stunned for a moment, and then cried out with joy.

"Sect Master, Senior Sister is not dead yet, save her quickly!!" Wei Zichong and Deng Ya shouted loudly to Yunlang almost at the same time.

There is no need for Wei Zichong at all, Deng Ya said, Yun Lang has already stretched out two fingers on Xi Man's wrist, and a wisp of mana input to check the situation in her body.

Under the induction of mana, Yun Lang probably knew the extent of Ximan's injury, his internal organs were severely damaged, the bleeding was serious, and he could live for a few hours at most.

But having said that, it is not that there is no rescue, and it is very easy to rescue, as long as there is a suitable pill, one can stabilize her injury, and then slowly recuperate, and she can recover in ten days and half a month.

This is the difference between martial artists and ordinary people, the physique of martial artists is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the elixir is specially recruited for martial artists, so as long as the treatment is timely, Ximan not only cannot die, but also recovers easily.

"Bang!!"

The door of the morgue was kicked open, and five or six warriors with fierce expressions and murderous eyes rushed in and surrounded them.

They were followed by Wu Yaoshi and Daozi, whose eyes were full of cruel smirks at this time.

He wants the three of Yunlang to die without a place to be buried!!