Everyday people say bad things about my young master [Cultivation]

After swallowing the pill, a gust of cool air spread through Zhuo Junsheng's lungs, making his internal organs feel like a spring of sweet spring, and seized a glimmer of life.

Wen Yuanxiao stretched out his sleeves and picked him up.

"Don't close your eyes." Wen Yuanxiao said.

"Okay." Zhuo Junsheng forced himself to answer.However, after a while, extreme sleepiness and weakness hit him, and the training session just now had obviously exhausted his body.

"Don't sleep." Wen Yuanxiao said, holding Zhuo Junsheng's hand twice.

"Okay." Zhuo Juncheng agreed, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't open them.

Yan Rui floated behind, followed closely by Wen Yuanxiao who was holding Zhuo Junsheng.

The Wen family is known as a family of heavenly doctors, and they are good at refining alchemy to cure diseases and live people. It is not surprising that Wen Yuanxiao has elixirs on his body.The strange thing is that Wen Yuanxiao, an abandoned son who was exiled to Biezhuang, actually has a very high-grade elixir.

Pills are divided into nine grades from low to high. Considering Zhuo Junsheng's physical condition just now, what Wen Yuanxiao fed him must be pills of grades seven, eight, and nine.

Soon, Wen Yuanxiao carried Zhuo Junsheng back to the bedroom and put him on the bed.

He put Zhuo Junsheng in a cross-legged position, and said, "Luck."

No one responded.

Zhuo Junsheng still had a little clarity, but he couldn't hear what Wen Yuanxiao said, so he tried hard to open his eyes.

Wen Yuanxiao said it again: "Luck."

But Zhuo Junsheng still didn't answer him, but he saw that Zhuo Junsheng was still struggling to faint.

Under such circumstances, Wen Yuanxiao quickly went to bed after thinking quickly, and sat down cross-legged opposite Zhuo Juncheng. His hands were the means to move the aura of heaven and earth, mobilizing the aura to circulate in his body.

The blurry figure in front of him, Wen Yuanxiao, was sitting cross-legged with luck. Is this what he meant just now?Zhuo Junsheng played the hand trick that he used to move the Qi of heaven and earth when he was practicing.

Seeing Zhuo Junsheng's movements, Wen Yuanxiao stopped his hands and sat cross-legged very upright. Even though he was wearing gray and old white clothes, he was not overwhelmed by his magnificence.

It seemed that the crisis was resolved, Yan Rui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and floated to the bedside.

Huh, I'm still sweating, it seems a little hot, probably because I was scared by Zhuo Juncheng just now.Yan Rui wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

But Yan Rui soon discovered that after he got close to Zhuo Junsheng, he seemed to feel hotter.

How is this going?Yan Rui remembered that Zhuo Junsheng suddenly coughed up blood, could it be related to this unusual heat.Thinking of this, Yan Rui simply stretched out his hand to touch Zhuo Junsheng to see if the heat source came from Zhuo Junsheng.

Yan Rui reached out and poked Zhuo Junsheng's shoulder.It was so hot, he retracted his hand.

"Something is wrong." Yan Rui looked at Wen Yuanxiao and said, although he was not sure whether Wen Yuanxiao could hear him talking.

Wen Yuanxiao didn't seem to be able to hear Yan Rui's words. Originally, he only looked at Zhuo Juncheng, and frowned at Yingting's brows. Then he threw out a tripod and stood in the small room with a bang.

As soon as the pitch-black tripod appeared, Yan Rui's expression changed, and he retreated hastily.Still being shaken by the aftermath of the cauldron, his soul body was scattered, and he hurriedly pulled his soul body back together.

At this moment, the scene in the bedroom changed, the blood seemed red and spread in the room with Zhuo Junsheng as the center, the blood began to flow from the place where Zhuo Junsheng sat cross-legged, overflowed the bed, and turned into thin strands and flowed to the ground.

A strong smell of blood rushed to his face, and such a strange scene made Yan Rui's expression change drastically.

At this moment, the pool of plasma on the bed became swollen, surging one by one, and after a while, the pulsating places turned into human faces with dark eye sockets, which emerged from the bloody water.

From the face to the upper body, the arms of a man made of plasma came out of the blood and clung to Zhuo Junsheng's body, and the blood was still dripping down from the blood man's body.There were mournful whimpers and weeping, and the bloody men who got out of the bloody water shed black resentful blood, and the bent arms of each bloody man wrapped around Zhuo Junsheng.

In broad daylight, Yan Rui felt that he had seen a ghost!

"Hey! Zhuo Junsheng, what's going on, tell me something!" Yan Rui said anxiously.

The elixir that Wen Yuanxiao gave Zhuo Junsheng obviously worked, and Zhuo Juncheng's breathing gradually calmed down, leaving only slight intermittent coughing.

"Come to collect debts." Zhuo Junsheng said, his half-opened eyes were dark, and there was no light at all, "And I owe them too."

While speaking, there was more and more blood, and more and more bloody people came out of the blood, and the distorted faces were sobbing with blood and tears, and the blood reflected a bloody light on the side of the young man's face.

"It hurts, young master, we hurt so much."

"Why are you still alive, young master, you will die with us."

"Young master, it really hurts, why don't you die!"

"Xiao Sheng."

"Little Lord......"

Yan Rui was horrified, these bloody people turned out to be from the Wen family, calling for Young Master Zhuo Junsheng over and over again!

"God's punishment." Wen Yuanxiao said.

Compared with Yan Rui, who was pale, Wen Yuanxiao was very calm, and immediately judged the situation of the ghostly scene in front of him.

It turned out that in addition to the curse, Zhuo Junsheng also bore the punishment of heaven.

Although Zhuo Junsheng never explained in detail how he survived, Yan Rui lived for hundreds of years at least. After Wen Yuanxiao said that this was a punishment from God, he of course guessed that it should be written by the person who overthrew the Wen family. As a punishment from heaven, Zhuo Junsheng, who had escaped by chance, died.

Curse.Punishment from God, how can mortals survive?

This curse-like spell is named after Heaven's Punishment, which shows its tyranny in killing people's lives.

Yan Rui looked at his hands, Zhuo Juncheng nourished his soul body, and he, do you want to help Zhuo Juncheng live?

Over there, Wen Yuanxiao took out some bottles and cans, and fed Zhuo Junsheng many pills.

Zhuo Junsheng smiled: "I don't want to wrong you, it's good to sell the pot and sell the iron for you to refine the medicine."

It's not like throwing pots and selling iron, Zhuo Junsheng forged weapons.

When Zhuo Juncheng said this, it was because Wen Yuanxiao was like a child who had lost candy, he was wronged and pitiful, and Zhuo Juncheng's heart suddenly softened when he looked at it with Qiushui eyes.

Although he was unwilling, Wen Yuanxiao still gave him the candy.

Although it seemed that Zhuo Junsheng's situation was not optimistic, Yan Rui interjected and said: "The young master is mighty, remember to cover the old man when the time comes."

What is Zhuo Junsheng's identity now?Without the Zhuo family, he would have nothing to rely on.What he said just now is tantamount to saying that he can provide for Wen Yuanxiao, a pharmacist, to be able to support a pharmacist, which has always been something that only the family can do.

All kinds of rare materials that a pharmacist needs to refine medicine, money and influence are indispensable, and there is no foundation to support them.