Song Jinshu and Yan Mosheng went straight back to the Yan family.
As soon as I heard that Song Jinshu was here to treat Yan Mosheng's leg.
The old man was so moved that he almost cried.
"good.
well!
This girl is really a good one!"
He immediately ordered that all irrelevant people in the Yan family's old house be cleared out.
Even Yan Zheng is no exception.
"Grandpa, why should I go out when she comes?
This is my home! "
Yan Zheng was not convinced.
The old man directly hit Yan Zheng twice with the stick.
Not only was Yan Zheng kicked out of the house, but two people were also specially arranged to keep a close eye on him and prevent him from contacting outsiders.
Seeing that Mr. Yan was so excited, Song Jinshu had to pour a bucket of cold water on him in advance.
“His situation is complicated.
This time it's just symptom relief.
It will take some time to fully recover.”
The old man was not shocked at all.
"As long as there is hope!"
He pushed them both into the house.
He paced back and forth outside.
Yan Mosheng lay on the bed as Song Jinshu requested.
He nodded nonchalantly to Song Jinshu, "There's no rush for treatment.
Go at your own pace."
Song Jinshu raised his eyebrows.
He reached out and ripped open his pants.
Yan Mosheng was stunned.
His ears turned red instantly.
He wanted to say something, but he saw that Song Jinshu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Song Jinshu didn't expect that Yan Mosheng's situation was more complicated than she thought.
The evil spirit wrapped around his legs seemed to have consciousness. It not only entangled with his merits, but even seemed to be devouring something.
She looked intently.
The light of merit, which has a strong presence, has become an obstacle at this time.
Song Jinshu had no choice but to close his eyes.
The soul seems to be separated but not yet separated.
There was no longer any entity in front of Song Jinshu's eyes, only streams of air.
She endured the discomfort and searched carefully.
Finally, in the midst of all the black and purple, I found the tiny thing that was infected by the black air.
"Luck!"
Yan Mosheng's luck has actually been stolen!
Song Jinshu returned to his original form and shook his head slightly.
The discomfort gradually dissipated, but her brows furrowed even tighter.
"Why, is it troublesome?"
Yan Mosheng finally found the opportunity to speak.
Song Jinshu nodded.
He shook his head again.
“Before, I just thought you were being retaliated against.
As long as we break that person's magic, the matter will be over.
Now it seems that just breaking the technique is far from enough."
Yan Mosheng's eyes paused.
Song Jinshu continued, “That person wants not only your life but also your luck.
He even wants all your merits and virtues."
It just happened that she was attracted by this merit.
Even if a god comes, he can’t take it away!
While thinking, Song Jinshu took out a silver needle.
It suddenly pierced into Yan Mosheng's divine gate.
Yan Mosheng fell into a deep sleep.
Song Jinshu tried to drive away the evil spirit from Yan Mosheng's legs.
The evil spirit left the body, but quickly gathered again.
Song Jinshu sneered, took out talisman paper, and isolated the room from the outside world.
The evil spirit dissipated, but it slowly emerged from Yan Mosheng again, and it was still impossible to drive it away.
“Tsk.
trouble. "
Song Jinshu danced the silver needle so hard that it almost left an afterimage.
The evil spirit was torn apart.
Song Jinshu finally saw a lightning-like mark in the purple.
However, this mark was actually engraved on Yan Mosheng's soul!
According to Song Jinshu's current strength, he has only recovered 30% of it. Even if he can completely eliminate the mark, there is no guarantee that it will not cause any harm to Yan Mosheng.
There was no way to guarantee that she could hide the fact from the owner of the mark when she erased it.
"hateful!"
Song Jinshu has been active in the Xuanmen sect for two lifetimes, and this time he is really annoyed.
But soon, she had an idea.
Closing her eyes, she pinched the silver needle and returned to a state of being neither conscious nor unconscious.
“Crack.”
Song Jinshu took a different approach and directly cut off the control of the mark's owner over the mark.
"puff--"
Song Jinshu's mouth was bleeding, he staggered and fell to the ground.
The owner of the mark was even worse off than her.
Not only was blood gushing out, his head was splitting with pain, but even his soul was gradually cracked.
"puff."
The owner of the mark hurriedly took out a bunch of puppet substitutes.
After crushing ten of them in a row, the pain in his body was slightly relieved.
“Damn it, damn it!”
He looked at the substitute puppet with both heartache and fear.
He called out in a stern voice to a wooden puppet outside.
“Check it for me!
I want to see who it is this time!
After finding out, you don’t have to report to me, just let the seventh brother, no, the third brother, go find someone!
I want him to suffer a fate worse than death!"
*
"Master, are you okay?"
Xiao Liu had been guarding the door. When he heard the noise in the house, he immediately rushed in.
When he saw Song Jinshu vomiting blood, he was so scared that his face turned pale.
"fine."
Song Jinshu struggled to stand up.
He reached out and touched Yan Mosheng.
Xiao Liu only regretted that he rushed in too quickly.
He turned his head away, pretending he saw nothing.
The footsteps moved quietly towards the door.
Song Jinshu touched it again.
Surrounded by the light of merit, she finally felt much better.
Just as Xiao Liu stepped out of the room, Song Jinshu finally spoke.
“The treatment went smoothly.
It won’t be a big problem if I use my legs briefly at home in the future.”
She paused after she finished speaking.
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