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When Ma Bozhuo heard this at first, he had no idea what the expert standing in front of him meant. If he just saw through his inner ambition for the Ma family, then this kind of obvious thing would not be possible if it were done by other people. Bo Zhuo believes that someone can also see it.

But when Ma Ergu was involved in this matter, it became obvious that the matter was not simple.

Since he did not dare to act rashly in front of the old man, Ma Bozhuo frowned. At a glance, he could tell that his muscles were tense and he was in a relatively alert state.

As the only person present who was still conscious, the old man naturally knew that this boy was guarding against him, but the old man felt that he was quite open-minded, especially for a young man whom he was quite optimistic about.

Ma Bozhuo, who didn't know what to do, had no choice but to follow the old man's previous words and cast his eyes on Ma Ergu on the ground.

This woman's complexion looks obviously better than when she curled up before, and her body language is no longer as painful as before.

One look at the before and after comparison showed that the old man was indeed a man of some ability, but this man actually used such magical means to save Ma Ergu, which made Ma Bozhuo secretly feel a little displeased.

"Are you saying I'm the next step in detoxification?"

Recalling the weird detoxification methods he had heard of in his mind, Ma Bozhuo slowly expressed his guess.

After hearing what he said, the old man just showed a noncommittal attitude and had no intention of speaking. This made Ma Bozhuo not sure whether what he said before was right or wrong.

"This is the Ma family's old house. If something happens to her, it must be your problem. You understand, right?"

Mabozhuo didn't say much, he just told the old man the pros and cons of the matter straightforwardly, and then he took action according to his inner guidance.

He knelt down and put his hand on the silver needle stuck vertically in Ma Ergu's throat.

The moment the silver needle was pulled out, a gurgling sound came out, muffled, like a stream buried under a shallow layer of soil.

Ma Bozhuo thought to himself that it was terrible. He jumped up from where he was in excitement and stepped back, leaving the space for Ma Ergu.

I happened to see with my own eyes that Ma Ergu was still in a coma, but her mouth was open to the maximum extent, and dark red to black blood was continuously flowing out from her mouth.

Thick blood flowed down the corner of her mouth to the ground, and even when it touched the precious metal jewelry worn on Ma Ergu's neck and ears, it made faint corrosive sounds.

When Ma Bozhuo saw with his own eyes that Ma Ergu's blood spurted out of her mouth, but the blood could actually corrode metal, the heart in her chest almost jumped out of her throat.

"Then... what is that?!"

His eyes widened, and for the first time he truly lost his composure in front of the old hunchback.

In the meantime, the old man waved his hand casually and looked at Mabozhuo with a look of disgust, as if Mabozhuo was making a fuss.

"You are just a young boy. You have no knowledge at all. If you are so panicked when you see something, you are not good at it. You have to practice more."

When the old man said these words, he almost raised his hand to stroke his beard. Fortunately, he remembered in time that his current identity was a disguise.

Now the old man's image is not only that he looks 20 years younger, but even the beard on his chin that symbolizes his identity is gone. In this way, even if the old man's hands are itchy, he will not be affected at all. There is no beard to stroke.

Ma Bozhuo had long been used to this kind of verbal suppression. Even the moment he heard these words, dozens of far more vicious descriptions came to mind.