"I don't know if it's good or not. I only know that I'm still alive." The man pointed his finger: "Look in that direction, and you will find it."

Zhuang Qingyun's eyebrows twitched.

Following the direction of the old Taoist's finger, it happened to be the location of Forbidden Mountain.

Zhuang Huaisen frowned: "My son clearly came back to the southwest, why did he go to the northwest?"

He also ordered: "Hurry up, let Commander Zhang personally lead people to the northwest direction to find people, and be sure to bring the second young master back."

Zhuang Qingyun's heart was beating non-stop, "High Priest, let the humble official go with Commander Zhang, and multiple people can find the second young master quickly."

The physiognomist immediately said: "I see that Mr. Qingyun's face looks a bit murderous, and it is incompatible with the feng shui position of this priest's mansion, which is not good for the second young master."

Zhuang Qingyun's face was livid.

Zhuang Huaisen immediately said: "Qingyun, Minghao clearly stated that he is not in the priest's mansion during this time, please trouble you with your busy schedule, thank you for your hard work.

It's better for you to rest in the yard for a while, and I won't bother you about the whereabouts of Mingyan. "

Zhuang Qingyun lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"Okay." Zhuang Huaisen leaned back on the pillow, motioning for Zhuang Xiaoyu who was sitting by the bed to lift off the quilt: "Look at my legs, is there any help?"

A barefooted person stepped forward, took out a few pieces of silk thread from his dirty clothes, and tied it around Zhuang Huaisen's knee. The other end of the thread was tied around his own finger, and stretched the thread. Straight, the fingertips were flying up and down, like playing music, and it took about a stick of incense to fiddle with it before stopping.

In the eyes of outsiders, they just feel that this person is talking like a god, no different from a magic stick.

Zhuang Qingyun originally planned to leave. When he saw this scene, he just turned around and heard the magic stick say: "There is poison in the crevice of your knee bone, and the poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. It is very difficult to cure it completely. But if you want to stop the toxin from spreading, this genius doctor still has a way."

As he said that, he saw the man pull out from his pocket again, took out a small stove, poured out a few worms from it, and put them on the black skin of Zhuang Qingyun's kneecap. On Zhuang Qingyun's knee, he bit the skin and sucked indiscriminately...

Zhuang Huaisen trembled from the pain, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, and leaned firmly on Zhuang Minghao's body, his eyes were wide open, and he watched the worms lying on his knees change color.

From light to dark gradually, finally bulging into ink-like black.

This went round and round several times, and when the worm was full, he replaced it with one from the small furnace, and replaced more than a dozen worms back and forth, and the dark skin on the knee gradually faded a little.

Zhuang Huaisen's dark blue face became pale because of the poisoning, and he seemed to be much better.

After the magic stick put all the bugs back into the furnace, he asked, "Does the high priest feel better?"

Zhuang Huaisen seemed to be alive again, nodding repeatedly: "It's much better, it's much better, as expected of an expert, with you, my life will be saved."

The magic stick said again: "If the bone erosion poison in you is discovered early, you can use medicine to prevent the poison from spreading, but any good witch doctor will also find a way to prevent your legs from being transformed into Like this."

The magic stick looked around: "The witch doctor here by the high priest should be considered one of the best in medicine, why can't he even prevent the poison from spreading and worsening?

Should the high priest behead this man? To scare others? "