In fact, the curse on Wang Mang was much more serious than he said. Only half a month later, his limbs began to shrink slightly, and his skin became a layer of dry wrinkled skin.

His strong facial features are no longer beautiful and even distorted in this increasingly serious curse.

With dark eyes and drooping eyelids, he stares at a TV directly opposite the bed. On the TV reading the CD, there is an ancient costume martial arts movie shot in the civilized age. He doesn't remember the name of it... But the martial arts scene is very cool.

"Hoo! Leader Lin, today is the day you will die! " "Pa!" The bald man with an eye mask hit the middle-aged headmaster in the Taoist robe with a vicious palm A blood arrow shot out of his mouth.

He covered his chest, angrily opened his eyes and said: "today's revenge will be paid back ten times in the future!"

After a cruel sentence, leader Lin, who was seriously injured, even got up on the ground. After a few leaps, he stepped on the vast lake and disappeared without a trace.

"Ha ha!" Wang Mang couldn't help laughing when he saw this place. The movie is really amazing. The screenwriter is mentally retarded, the director is mentally disabled, and he is seriously injured. He flies as fast as Superman?!

"Cough cough..." Xu Shi Wang Mang's movement range was a little too large. He forced his hot chest to cover, sat up, and his face turned morbidly red. "Wow!" A large pool of dark red blood splashed on the floor beside the bed.

Zhang Lan, who was sleeping on a low bed in the corner of the wall, suddenly woke up and saw Wang Mang, who was suffering from hematemesis. He rushed to him barefoot and didn't even care to wear high-heeled shoes. "Brother Mang, are you ok now?"

Zhang Lan frowned and patted Wang Mang's back carefully. When she touched the protruding ribs on Wang Mang's back, her pretty face became more and more sad.

Brother Mang's body is getting weaker and weaker. Now his strong body can clearly touch his bones...

"cough!" Wang Mang's face was a little slow, and his morbid red face turned white again. He exhaled the bloody gas in his throat and leaned against the pillow on his back. "Zhang Lan, have you ever found any medicine or characters about the curse around today?"

Zhang Lan ordered his last ring, and a light flashed over her sad face.

"Brother mang has. Today, the intelligence team found a famous hermit doctor. According to the investigation, this famous doctor's medical ethics and skills are quite excellent. He also cured seven young people who were cursed by the withered snake vine."

"Hoo Wang mangwei nodded irretrievably and knew the news.

In his heart, he didn't expect much from the so-called famous doctor. How many famous doctors did he have in the past half a month? Twenty or thirty famous doctors could not help frowning and shaking their heads when they saw themselves.

Naturally, he drank a lot of potions, but the curse of blood horse seemed to have a kind of natural resistance to all potions. He didn't have the tendency to recover after drinking. On the contrary, he meant to develop in a more serious way.

"Hum! Hum Zhang Lan's index finger on the end of the law ring suddenly shocked, she looked at the news, made a happy smile, said: "brother Mang, the famous doctor has been brought by the intelligence group, you still let him have a look."