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Taking out the Gold Sore Medicine, he sprinkled it onto the wound. The moment the white powder came into contact with the wound, it immediately became moist.

Enduring the pain, he used his finger to rub the Gold Sore Medicine evenly on his wound. Large drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead, smashing onto the ground and disintegrating into countless droplets that dissipated into the air.

"Madman."

Yang Hao coldly said. It could be considered a compliment to Zhong Wentao.

To be able to be this crazy, Zhong Wentao was definitely not an ordinary person.

It only took him 30 minutes to deal with his two arms.

His clothes were soaked, and the feeling of touching other wounds was indescribable.

Even Zhang Yu, who was standing at the side, felt pain from looking at him, and only by looking down at the ground did he feel a little better.

As for the injuries on his arm, he couldn't deal with them here. He could only find a place to heal them after he left.

"Guild leader, if you have something to say, just say it."

"The Houtian summit is about to open, you have to attend it. If you are going to be in this state, I will temporarily replace you with 25 million, otherwise I will kill you!"

Zhong Wentao did not care about such an obvious threat.

He was almost killed by the kid, and the scars were evidence.

He was not even afraid of imps, how could he be afraid of the human Yang Hao?

Twenty-five million yuan was not something that could be easily taken back.

The smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his thoughts.

Yang Hao stood up, slowly walked to him, and persisted through the wounds on his body.

The wound was very new, it had just been made today. The wound was slightly deep, and the skin and flesh seemed to have turned outwards. It wasn't caused by a human, it should be an animal, and a ferocious beast at that!

It was not easy to find ferocious beasts in the Pine City.

Zhong Wentao probably went to some random place to cause his injuries.

"I'm not even dead from the fight with the tiger, how can I be afraid of your threat?"

He raised the scar on his arm, as if he was still a little proud of it.

"Don't know the meaning."

With that, Yang Hao quickly left, with Zhang Yu following closely behind.

Normally, this would allow Zhong Wentao to leave obediently, but Zhong Wentao was actually working hard to walk around the office, planning to check if there was anything special here.

He picked up the gold-rimmed eyes, looked at them and then put them back down.

All of these things belonged to Yang Hao, and had nothing to do with the previous guild leader.

After taking a few steps, he was no longer able to endure the pain in his body. He planned to head back to recuperate. It would be a difficult task to deal with all of this in a single day.

After walking a few steps, he felt something touching his toes. However, the ground seemed to be flat without any bulges.

He immediately used his feet to feel the ground, and sure enough, the ground was uneven.

Squatting down and touching it with his hand, he tore off a layer of paper that looked like a floor.

The real floor was revealed below. A very small handle was nailed there, which was the passage to the room downstairs.

Why did he leave a secret passageway behind for such a short distance?

There were stairs and elevators outside, so the next floor was very easy.

He quickly pulled on the handle and a piece of wooden board was lifted.

It was not a secret passage that Zhong Wentao had imagined, but a tile that had been dug up. There was a beautiful black cloth bag inside that had been covered in dust that had been sealed for a long time.

He quickly reached out, but was cut by the air.

Fresh blood fell onto the cloth bag, glowing red.

This light was exactly the same as when he had opened the treasure chest. He was sure that there were some unknown treasures inside.

"Hey, look over there. It's so bright!"

"It looks like the president's office. Are you putting on a movie?"

The people downstairs noticed the light and uploaded it onto the internet. They thought they had caught the president showing things during office hours and didn't think too much about it.

In a flash of red light, Zhong Wentao quickly took out the cloth bag and put it on his waist. With nimble hands and feet, he once again closed the bag and stuck the paper back onto the ground.

After doing all this, he only felt that he was bleeding more and his body was even weaker.

He dragged his weak body away, not allowing anyone to see it.

When Yang Hao found out that his office had flashed with a red light and quickly went back to check, everything had already calmed down.

In the dorm, Zhong Wentao hid in a corner and carefully opened the black cloth bag. There was nothing inside, which made him very disappointed.

However, it was only a broken bag, and he still needed the protection of his spiritual power. His hand was already wounded.

He threw the bag to the side in dissatisfaction and went to heal himself.

In the corner, something seemed to be squirming under the bag. Zhong Wentao did not check it at all, but the thing remained motionless for a while.

It had been several hours since he had treated the wound. The wound was on his back, and he had tried many different methods before finally applying the medicine.

It was dark outside, and he stood by the window, thinking about the kid.

The Huang family could not suppress the little ghost. He had to become stronger as soon as possible, otherwise, if the little ghost appeared again, he would be killed.

Downstairs, in an open space, there was a cloud of black gas floating.

was downstairs.

A few of the members surrounded Zheng Yu and pushed him, looking like they were looking for trouble.

He didn't want to care about it, but when he saw the expression in Zheng Yu's eyes, he turned and ran.

Zheng Yu was Demonized, and the other members were in danger.

The Lamentable Bone was faster than he imagined, so Zheng Yu was unable to control his own body.

The rain quickly fell, turning from a pitter-patter to a downpour.

He could not see anyone outside as he was enveloped by the smoke.

This heavy rain was coming in a strange way, and it was coming from a place where grievances had gathered.

"Zheng Yu, wake up!"

Zheng Yu shouted as he rushed over and stabbed a person in the chest with his bare hands.

The man lay in the rain, his face sad, breathing.

"You're here …" "You're finally here!"

The deep voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell.

It was none other than the Evil Spirit from the Resentment Bone. It had completely taken over Zheng Yu's body, and the Resentment Bone had completely awakened.

He took out two pieces of white paper from his waist area and poured some powder on them.

Because of the heavy rain, the powder flowed on the white paper and did not drip from the edge.

The paper was placed a meter away from the ground, floating in the air. The powder turned into water droplets, which were moving along the surface of the paper.

Zheng Yu rushed forward and immediately launched an attack.

The battle from five hundred years ago had begun again today.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and he had to keep his eyes closed to calm down.

With the good fortune from dragging the rain, no one could see what Zheng Yu and him were doing.

Apart from the people lying on the ground, the rest of the members had already run far away, not caring at all what they were up to.

"Die!"

With a loud shout, Zhong Wentao directly kicked out.

Zheng Yu dodged nimbly, using his hand as a blade, he quickly slashed down.

"Despicable!"

As he shouted, Zhong Wentao punched again. The force behind the punch changed the direction of the rain.

A ball of black Qi spat out from Zheng Yu's mouth, straight towards Zhong Wentao's face.

The next second!

Zhong Wentao quickly retreated, the black aura closely following him through the rain. Instead, they distanced themselves from Zheng Yu, further and further away.

"Idiot!"

The ridicule came out of his mouth as Zhong Wentao struck out with his palm and directly struck the black Qi, dispersing it.

He rushed out like an arrow leaving the bow, instantly arriving by Zheng Yu's side.

His fingers cut through Zheng Yu's wrist and used blood on the two pieces of paper in the air to write down strange symbols.

Zhong Wentao carried Zheng Yu and ran.

When the resentment arrived in the air above the paper, the two pieces of paper immediately burst into flames and swallowed the resentment.

In the blink of an eye, the flames shot up into the sky, pouring down a torrential downpour. This could be said to be a wondrous sight in the world.

Many people saw this scene and thought it was a natural miracle.

Inside the President's Office, Yang Hao stood by the window and watched the situation outside, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Yu stood a few meters away and clearly saw that his body was trembling violently as he was suppressing his anger.

A terrifying cold aura spread out, this feeling was only felt by Zhang Yu from the people above, no wonder why those people were always wary of Yang Hao.

This Vice Guild Leader was probably the one who was truly hiding his true abilities.

"Go investigate."

There was definitely something fishy going on here.

"Yes sir!"

Not fearing the torrential rain, Zhang Yu turned around and left. Even if Yang Hao did not order him, he had to find a chance to tell those people about what had happened outside. In his opinion, this sudden change was definitely related to Zhong Wentao.

Unfortunately, there was no evidence.

"Drip, drip."

In the room, Zhong Wentao carried Zheng Yu and entered.

The fresh blood on his wrist flowed all the way out. Every time a drop of blood fell onto the ground, a terrifying sound would be heard.

Zheng Yu was completely oblivious to it, allowing him to treat the wounds.

The grievance that was lingering around him was completely driven away by Zhong Wentao, but he could not let it go.

The ability of the Gloomy Bone was stronger than they had imagined. If they didn't find the Gloomy Bone, it was hard to say if he would entrust his anger onto another member.

Tomorrow was the day the summit would begin. No mistake could be made!

Taking advantage of the time when Zheng Yu was unconscious, Zhong Wentao tried to eat Zheng Yu's tofu, but there was no trace of the hidden bitterness on his body.

Just as he was about to rest, Zheng Yu woke up.

"What did you do to me?"

He used his uninjured hand to pull at his clothes. The scene looked weird no matter how he looked at it.

Zhong Wentao retreated quickly and drew a clear line between them.

Looking at his injured wrist, Zheng Yu felt helpless.

Could it be that Zhong Wentao wanted to take advantage of his coma to secretly pluck his kidney?

He quickly pressed down on his kidney with both his hands. Zhong Wentao had not succeeded yet.

This action made Zhong Wentao's face darken. He was a Chinese medicine man, not a black market peddler!

"You're being controlled by the resentful bone. I'm the one who saved you."

Only after coldly informing Zhang Xuan of what had happened did he recall that there was another person unconscious on the ground below.

He quickly walked to the window to check, only to find that the security guard had already rescued him, but Zheng Yu was in deep trouble.

Several members saw him hurt with their own eyes and could not deny it.

"So what?"

Zheng Yu immediately stood up, planning to leave.

"I didn't ask you to save me, how do you know that I didn't do it voluntarily?"

The Grief Bone was inherited from his family, so he had to carry it with him to pass on these items.

How could he not know about the changes in his body and the black gas that surrounded him?

"Madman!"