Opened the door.

Finding the darkness in front of the door, he hesitantly stretched his head and looked at the hospital corridor. His expression suddenly froze, and he slowly took a step back and closed the door gently.

After completely retreating to the ward, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Why... why is it so dark outside?"

"It's also filled with invisible black fog!"

"Is... did Ping An bring someone here?"

"Black mist? You won't practice secretly to create hallucinations, right?"

Hearing this, the old man's second daughter, who was close to Zhang's father, walked over and opened the door.

Then, everyone heard the woman's scream.

But when she opened the door, she happened to see an old man in black robe standing there with a black smell all over his body.

Not only did a squeaking sound come out of the black mist behind them, but a pair of blood-red eyes emerged and stared at them.

The few timid people were so frightened that they sat on the floor of the ward.

What made them feel even weirder was such a noise.

All the doctors and nurses on this floor seemed to have disappeared. No one appeared.

Taoist Rat glanced at these people and looked at the patient.

He found that among the people present, only this old man wearing a breathing mask looked at him with excitement rather than fear.

It seems that his desire for life makes him tend to regard all the unimaginable as life-saving straw?

Su Ping waved his hand, causing the red eyes in the black mist to recede a lot.

Then he shook his sleeves gently, and a black package flew out and quickly grew in size.

As the package landed and untied automatically, the Zhang family saw Zhang Pingan, who was dazed inside.

Zhang Pingan felt the light and realized that he should have landed.

He only felt a little nauseous and uncomfortable, but otherwise he was fine. It was just a pity that he could not experience the feeling of flying in the air.

After a few seconds, Zhang Ping'an regained his senses and opened his eyes wide to find that he had appeared in his grandfather's ward.

He came to his senses and quickly stood up and looked at Taoist Rat for introduction.

Wait for Zhang Ping'an to finish his introduction.

Su Ping slowly walked towards the bed.

At the same time, a trace of black air also spread from the open door.

The red eyes also gathered again in the dark mist at the door, staring at everyone in the ward.

"Don't be afraid, I just came here to ask some questions."

"Cough cough cough!"

The old man on the hospital bed struggled to get up, and after taking off his breathing mask, a smile appeared on his pale face.

As a man matures with age, after seeing Taoist Rat's appearance, he knew that his grandson had invited an evil cultivator.

And after hearing Zhang Ping'an's introduction.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that everyone in the ward had become hostages tied to him in a sense!

This... is really a heretical and evil way!

He sounds gentle and polite, but in fact he has been using all means to secretly intimidate him.

At this point, he had no choice but to use all his strength to say:

"Please ask fellow Taoists, I will definitely know everything and tell you everything!"

"Thank you very much."

Su Ping nodded slightly, and at the same time his consciousness swept over the old man's body, guiding a trace of spiritual energy into his body to preserve his life.

Otherwise, it would be bad if you suddenly fainted in the middle of talking.

Su Ping took out the bronze statue.

After the old man showed such an expression, although he was older, he answered Su Ping's questions clearly.

He and Su Ping guessed pretty well.

This thing comes from a large underground tomb related to Daomen.

No wonder this old man can 100% guarantee that it is genuine.

At the same time, according to what the old man said, the ancient tomb was not excavated later, but was protected and sealed after some discussion.

Therefore, many things should still be buried underground.

Su Ping actually has no interest in the antiques underground.

All he cares about is whether the radiation source that may have radiated the bronze statue is still there.

Or maybe it was taken out like this bronze statue.

So, except for the exact location of the underground palace.

Su Ping also learned from the old man the origins of several other utensils brought out besides this bronze statue.

After keeping all the information in mind silently.

Then compare it with the information collected by Mr. Huang during this period.

Su Ping confirmed that the other party did not lie to him.

Because an ancient sword matched what the old man said.

It was the remains of a magic sword used by Taoists.

It was also given to me by the person who presented the treasure some time ago.

It was confirmed that it was authentic, but it was unable to react, and it was obviously not as close to the radiation source as the bronze statue.

But because of the real reason, Mr. Huang and others also took photos and kept them.

The origin was also recorded, and it was a certain family that the old man told him.

So, Su Ping asked the old man:

"If I can gain anything from this trip, I owe you a favor."

"What...are you going to use this favor for?"

"But I want to help you cure your illness?"

The old man was a little moved when he heard this, and he hesitated and asked:

"If the disease you have is cured, how many years can you live?"

"How many years do you live?"

Su Ping chuckled, made an estimate and said:

"Even if you are free from all diseases, because you were severely depleted of Qi and blood in your early years, your lifespan is approaching, and you may still be able to enjoy it for another year or two."

"Are you going to enjoy it for a year or two?"

The old man smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Pingan, who had his head lowered.

"I wonder if you could exchange this favor for a request from me?"

"I... hope that the Taoist Master can accept my grandson into your sect?"

"Even if it's just a named disciple."

As soon as the old man said these words, Zhang Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief.

The other people also changed their colors slightly, but quickly realized that this was the best choice for the Zhang family.

Compared to an old man who can only live for one or two years.

A registered disciple of a mysterious force... undoubtedly has a brighter future!

"Hahaha!"

The rat Taoist laughed.

After scanning the surroundings, black mist appeared on my body:

"I agreed, I will give him a chance! If that kid really has spiritual roots, the burial ground won't mind having one more named disciple!"

As soon as the words fell.

The room lights flickered a few times.

The black mist receded like the tide.

At this time, a doctor and a nurse suddenly walked in with a cart with confused expressions. They were a little unhappy when they saw the old man sitting up.
To be continued...