So he scrambled and crawled, taking his injured companions with him, and hurriedly fled Old Hei's yard.

"You're something else. Just wait until my boss gets here, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Chen Qi left behind his last words before he left.

Lin Jinglong looked at the Hei family grandfather and grandson, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a bottle of pills from his sleeve.

Grade 8 Blood-Regenerating Pill!

He took one of them.

The arm miraculously regenerated in a bizarre way, its whiteness as smooth as jade, appearing as if it had been reborn.

Hei Binghua screamed at the sight.

She had only ever seen such amazing scenes in her dreams.

"Don't be afraid, this is an eighth-grade Blood-Generating Pill, which is much more valuable than Tianyi Grass. One pill is worth as much as all the Tianyi Grass harvested in Tianyi City in a year."

There are three left in the bottle.

He handed everything over to Lao Hei.

“The old man picked me up from the mountains, saving me from being eaten by jackals and tigers. These three remaining pills can heal the dead and restore flesh to bones. Consider them my gift to you.”

Looking at the bright smile on Lin Jinglong's face.

Old Hei showed a grateful expression, but hesitated, not daring to accept the three precious pills.

But Lin Jinglong directly shoved it into Hei Binghua's hand.

"Keep it safe for your grandfather."

"I see!"

Hei Binghua was too young to think that far ahead.

All she knew was that these three precious pills were priceless; whether they were kept as family heirlooms or sold, they could completely change the lives of the grandfather and grandson.

At this moment, Lin Jinglong stepped towards the door.

"Wang Biao of the White Lotus Society, you've arrived quickly enough."