The personal doctor of the beautiful president

There is a grave next to the altar, and there is indeed a tombstone: the tomb of Pennina.

Buried inside is poor Peng Jun.

Peng Junna originally felt a little guilty about the death of this innocent brother, but his parents were at fault, but he was implicated and died tragically.

Over the years, Peng Junna has always appeared in front of the world as Peng Jun. In her own words, she wants to live instead of Peng Jun and extend his life.

Using a dead person's tombstone as a stepping stone is a very serious blasphemy for the dead, and it is also very taboo.

If Peng Junna really did this, she might not be able to sleep at night, or Peng Jun would come looking for her in her dreams.

Of course, facing Muchen Zhu's temptation, if she had to do this, then she could do it.

But isn't there another way now, there's no need to be so desperate.

"How could you come up with such a bad idea?" Peng Junna gave Han Xingye an uncomfortable look.

"Is this a bad idea? I think it's a good idea." Han Xingye chuckled, since it wasn't someone related to him who was buried anyway, so of course he didn't care.

And he felt that a cruel, ruthless person like Peng Junna could do anything.

"No, Xiaojun has been dead for so many years, and he is buried in the ground. How can I bother him?" Peng Junna said: "Let's use another method, you come to help."

"Women are troublesome." Han Xingye sighed, complicating simple problems is really a unique talent of women, even the decisive and quick-witted Queen of Darkness is no exception.

Complaints belong to complaints, in order to get the treasure hunt map, he still gave a hand, let Peng Junna step on his hand, and held it up.

Peng Junna is nearly 1.8 meters tall and has a killer figure, but she is not the weight of that skinny woman, weighing a full 120 kilograms.

The weight was all on the hands, and another person couldn't even straighten his hands, but Han Xingye was relaxed.

But after holding it up, there was no movement for a long time.

Han Xingye frowned and asked, "What are you doing, wasting time?"

"Uh, I'm a little scared." Peng Junna blushed in embarrassment.

Cutting one's own aorta with a knife is terrifying to think about.

A cold-blooded killer is not soft-hearted when killing others, but still has concerns about killing others.

"Professional bloodletting still requires a doctor." Han Xingye stabbed it with a knife.

As expected of a miracle doctor, it is very effective to stick it in. "A large amount can keep you full", and the bowl was filled in a short while.

"Kacha Kacha", the sound of the gear turning sounded again, followed by a bang, and the altar's door opened.

Han Xingye heard the voice, put Peng Junna down, and opened his eyes at the same time.

Under the dim light, the scene inside the altar could not be seen clearly. Han Xingye was about to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walk into the altar, but was stopped by Peng Junna.

"Don't worry about the future."

"What do you mean?"

"My bleeding won't stop."

Uh, almost forgot about this.

Han Xingye got an injection, and it worked quickly.

Peng Junna blushed, and pushed Han Xingye: "Don't be dazed, the door of the altar will be closed after opening for a while, don't be trapped to death inside."

Han Xingye entered the altar. The area inside the altar was not large. Han Xingye searched around and found a scroll.

When Han Xingye came out of the altar with the scroll, the altar door slammed shut again.

"If you slow down a bit, you'll be locked inside forever." Peng Junna seemed very nervous, and only let out a sigh of relief when she saw Han Xingye come out safely.

Seeing that Peng Junna's face was pale, Han Xingye said to Peng Junna, "Go back and boil some brown sugar water, and soak some goji berries and red dates. Be careful not to eat cold food, and drink more hot water."

"I know, I still need you to teach me?" Peng Junna rolled her eyes at Han Xingye, with a hint of shyness.

Although the expression on her face was not friendly, when she heard Han Xingye telling her to drink more hot water, something deep in her heart seemed to be touched.

Since she was a child, she has been a lonely person who bears hatred, and no one has ever really cared about her.

Although killers don't need emotions, as long as they are human, they have emotional needs, which are nothing more than being suppressed.

Peng Junna's perception of Han Xingye changed inexplicably because of this sentence.

"Okay, I didn't say anything." Han Xingye spread his hands, too lazy to chat with Peng Junna about this kind of nonsense, and got down to business.

He spread the scroll on the ground and was soon dumbfounded.

The screen on the scroll was actually blank, with nothing.

It's not scientific.

"Do you know what's going on?" Han Xingye turned to Peng Junna and asked.

Peng Junna also showed a shocked expression: "I don't know either, I haven't seen it before."

Han Xingye opened his mind: "The painting on this scroll, could it be painted with special materials? It needs special materials to be developed?"

"It's possible." Peng Junna nodded, and then saw Han Xingye looking at her with strange eyes.

"What are you doing staring at me with such eyes, maybe..."

Han Xingye bit the bullet and said, "Why don't you do another voluntary blood donation?"

When Peng Junna heard this, she almost exploded.

Even if it's wool, you can't just catch a sheep all the time.

Just now this guy pretended to tell me to drink more hot water, but it turned out to be uneasy and kind.

Peng Junna stared with phoenix eyes, and was about to reprimand Han Xingye, but saw Han Xingye's eyeballs rolled around, following Han Xingye's gaze, and placed it on the big bowl on the altar.

Isn't the big bowl full of blood ready-made?

Han Xingye said to Peng Junna, "Dip some blood on your finger and try it on the scroll."

"You order me for everything, don't you have long hands?" Peng Junna said dissatisfied.

"This is your blood, is it right for me to do it?"

Peng Junna thought about it, and it was really not suitable, and she was ashamed to death.

So she stretched out her finger, dipped a little blood, and wiped it lightly on the scroll.

As a result nothing happened.

Well, the same move cannot be used twice. This is not exclusive to Saints, and the same is true for treasure hunting.

Han Xingye was a little depressed. After working for a long time, he found the so-called treasure map, but he didn't have the password to open it.

Peng Junna was even more depressed. She made such a big sacrifice and got nothing.

She even wanted to call and ask Master, but quickly dismissed the idea.

If you let the master know, it's fine, isn't that sending sheep to the tiger's mouth?

At this time, Han Xingye patted his forehead: "Why did I forget this thing?"

He took out the bottle he got from Song Li, which contained the powder of the pair of pressing cups.

"Melt the powder into the blood and try again."