It has been half a month since I returned from Kunlun Ruins.

Originally, it was a very happy thing for Mr. Sang to come to Yunzhou to stay with me.

Even on the way back, I had imagined a warm scene in my mind where master and apprentice were in harmony, drinking and talking.

However, there is always a slight gap between reality and fantasy.

"Ah.........vomit, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order"

A pitiful scream came from the backyard of the medical center, which made people's hair stand on end.

Fu Feng, who was seeing a doctor in the front hall, couldn't help but tremble and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey...it started again.

Doctor Fu, it’s still several months before the Chinese New Year, why are you still killing the New Year’s pig?”

The bald man sitting in front of Fu Feng frowned and couldn't help but ask.

"What year do you want to kill a pig? Your pig still vomits and commands you! There may be some serious patient, and Master Thirteen is currently operating on him."

Another old man heard the sound and quickly explained.

"But why do I hear this commanding voice? It seems to be very similar to Master Thirteen?"

Fu Feng shook his head with a wry smile.

"Uncle Qi, let's forget about those vomiting orders for now. What's wrong with you?"

The bald man came back to his senses and pointed at his mouth.

"Oh, I have a hemorrhoid on my mouth... Oops, I was confused by this scream. I mean I have an aphthous sore on my mouth."

Fu Feng cut the pulse of the bald man's wrist.

"It's nothing serious. I just worry too much and get a little angry."

"No need to prescribe any medicine?"

"Just drink more hot water when you go back and chew your tongue less."

Fu Feng raised his hand and looked towards the other old man.

"Uncle Song, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Wu covered his cheeks and glanced towards the backyard.

"Hey, it's not a big deal.

I had a bit of toothache at first, but after hearing the screams from behind, I suddenly didn't feel the pain anymore.

Forget it, I’ll go back and drink more hot water myself, with some peppercorns in my mouth.”

After sending away the two old men who were treating the doctor, Fu Feng got up and walked towards the backyard.

backyard.

I stepped on the edge of the tank with my feet, my body was in a half-crouched position, and I had two ring-shaped millstones on my arms.

There were several talismans with sharpened ends tied to the joints. As long as I moved, the talismans would immediately be pierced into my flesh.

These talismans are all tempered with poison carefully prepared by my aunt. Although these poisons cannot cause much harm to me, they can paralyze my whole body like an electric shock.

"Lower the lower body and straighten the waist."

Snapped!

The apricot brass ruler in Mr. Sang's hand was raised and slapped on my butt.

"Ah.........vomit, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order, order"

My body shook uncontrollably, the talisman pierced into my flesh and blood, and the numbness made my facial features twist into a ball.

His body straightened up with a loud sound.

"Senior brother, are you tired? Let me wipe your sweat for you."

Aunt Shen Su walked up to Mr. Sang considerately, picked up a handkerchief and wiped Mr. Sang's forehead.

"Sister, there's no sweat on his body!

If you still have some sympathy, could you wipe the blood for me first?"

The master's aunt glanced at me, and her original gentle and considerate expression disappeared instantly.

"Don't worry, this little injury won't kill you. How come today's young people don't have any perseverance?"

Mr. Sang raised the apricot brass ruler in his hand and blew his beard at me.

"Stand still, you are not allowed to come down before the sun sets."

The aunt held Master Sang's arm and walked towards the tea table next to him.

"Don't worry about him. Go over and take a rest first. I'll make you some soothing tea myself."

Mr. Sang kneaded the magic formula with his hand, and the apricot brass ruler in his hand exuded a faint halo and floated in front of me.

"Don't move! I'll keep an eye on you."

I bit my lip and felt like crying without tears.

In the past half month, Master Sang has conducted a series of brutal training on me.

This resulted in me being beaten half to death every day, and then my aunt would help me heal my wounds at night to ensure that I could stand up vigorously the next day.

Then he continues to be tortured, and the cycle starts over and over again.

The key thing that I couldn't bear the most was that while I was being tortured, they had to keep feeding me dog food.

At this moment, in my eyes, Mr. Sang and Master Shen Su are just like a pair of evil spirits.

At this time, the door to the backyard opened with a creak, and Fu Feng slowly leaned half of his body in.

The moment I saw the door open, I seemed to see a beam of light.

I curled my lips and cast a look towards Fu Feng that could only be understood but not expressed.

"Brother, save me, I'll give you a salary increase."

Fu Feng glanced at me, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Master Sang, can you please be a little quieter, as it will disturb my medical treatment?"

During my visit to Kunlun Ruins, my aunt was shocked by Fu Feng's talent and made an exception to accept Fu Feng as her disciple.

Master Sang frowned when he heard the sound and raised his hand towards Shen Su.

"Susu, go and seal his mute point, so that he won't have to vomit and scream all day long."

When the aunt heard this, she flicked her sleeves, and two silver needles pierced into my dumb points with a whooshing sound.

I just feel like crying without tears. Before, I could at least scream twice when it hurt, but now I can only hold it in.

Mr. Sang raised his eyebrows and looked towards Fu Feng.

"Is there anything else?"

Fu Feng swallowed and quickly retreated out of the yard.

"Wait a moment."

"Master Sang, is there anything else?"

Fu Feng asked.

"It's almost noon, let's go to the small restaurant at the corner of the street to buy some food and come back!

Braised pork, dry-cooked pork intestines, three delicacies, stir-fried vegetables, and rice for three people."

Fu Feng frowned and glanced around the yard.

"Master Sang, there are four of us, rice for three people?"

Mr. Sang looked up at me and waved his hand.

"Don't worry about him, he may need to go without food in the next few days."

Xie Yue Sect General Forum.

Snapped!

The ground was covered with broken porcelain pieces from the tea cup, and Yu Cangming's cheeks were filled with a gloomy look.

"Half a month has passed, why hasn't Huo Yunlei brought back the Soul-fixing Pearl?"

At this time, the door slowly opened, and a figure in a bloody robe walked in nervously.

It is none other than Bakun, the former Holy Lord of Bai Luomen.

Of course, there is no longer Bai Luomen in the world, and Ba Kun has also transformed into an elder of the Xie Yue Sect.

Ba Kun has been spending these days in a state of anxiety, fearing that if Yu Cangming is unhappy, he will seek to settle old scores with him.

Fortunately, after Yu Cangming succeeded the leader of Xie Yue, he did not liquidate him, but continued to let him lead the believers in various tribes in southern Xinjiang.

"Ba Kun pays homage to the leader. I wonder what the leader has to say when he summons me so urgently?"

Yu Cangming stood up with a roar and walked towards Ba Kun.
Chapter completed!