The gauze was torn off, and He Sheng saw the wound on the man's shoulder clearly.

The wound was black and blue, and the knife marks in the middle were very deep, and the flesh inside seemed to be rotting. He Sheng squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

In the photo sent by Cui Sanming before, He Sheng didn't dare to cut the wound by the dragon sword, but after observing it at such a close distance, He Sheng could conclude that this sword was done by the dragon sword.

The dragon sword is a left-handed man, and this knife cuts the wound from the left to the right. If it is a right-handed man, the blade must be from right to left.

"Can it be cured?" The man saw that He Sheng did not speak, so he looked up at He Sheng.

He Sheng remained silent, his expression seemed to be thinking about something, and then he shook his head gently.

"Can't it be cured? I can give you money, how much do you want?" the man asked again.

"It's not a question of whether you are rich or not. I can cure your injury, but I have to pay a lot of money for it, which is not cost-effective." He Sheng replied.

Hearing He Sheng's words, the man frowned. He suddenly thought of something and asked again: "It's the treatment just now?"

"Yes!" He Sheng nodded: "The sword energy has already taken root in your body. You are also a cultivator. You should know what the price I will pay to help you treat your illness, right?"

"It turns out that it was the sword energy that caused the trouble..." After hearing He Sheng's words, the man nodded suddenly, but then he frowned again: "But my true energy seems to be unable to push the sword energy out of his body."

He Sheng looked at the man strangely, then asked, "How did you get your injury?"

The man replied, "I had a fight with someone eight years ago and he cut him down."

"who is he?"

"An old enemy."

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name."

He Sheng couldn't help laughing. He sat on the edge of the bed with a p-size, not afraid of the man attacking him, because he felt that there was also a problem with the man's mind. Affected by the sword, the man might become a lunatic.

"I probably forgot what my name was, right?" He Sheng asked again.

The man nodded: "It seems to be."

"The sword energy enters your body and stays in your body for eight years. This will not only affect your body, but also affect your brain. If you don't treat it, you can live for up to three years."

"Then you can help me cure it. If you have any requirements, you can just ask for it." The man said.

"I dare not." He Sheng chuckled and said, "You are more serious than me when you are injured. If I cure you, I will not be able to beat you. What should you do if you kill me?"

"Why do you think I will kill you?" The man looked at He Sheng in confusion.

"Then why do I think you won't kill me?" He Sheng asked again.

"If you can cure me, you are my savior, and I will not kill my savior."

"It's no basis for speaking." He Sheng replied.

"Then I will use the proof of the words."

"You don't have a name, and your proof cannot be proved."

"Then..." The man looked up at He Sheng: "Then you can help me."

He Sheng's expression suddenly became exciting, and he asked with a smile: "I'll help you?"

"Yes, please give me one, and I'll call it back when I think of my name."

"What if I want you to be my bodyguard? It's the kind that I let you go east and you never go west?" He Sheng looked at the man strangely.

The man agreed without thinking: "Okay, but you have to take care of the food."

"Ha? Are you rich? You can't afford to eat?"

"I only have this one, I can use it as money." As he said that, the man reached into his pants, grabbed a piece of thin jade from somewhere and handed it to He Sheng.

He Sheng looked puzzled, but he also took the thin jade with disgust.

After taking a look, He Sheng's pupils stretched and looked at the man in astonishment.

"Where did you come from this thing?"

"It's always there." The man replied, "I heard that the material of this thing can be exchanged for a lot of money. If you want it, you can give it to you."

Looking at the jade in his hand, He Sheng couldn't calm down for a long time, because the thin jade given by the man was exactly the same as the jade plaque on He Sheng's body, except that the man's piece was several times smaller.

But both the shape and the pictures and texts above are the same.

He has studied the jade token in He Sheng’s hand many times, and He Sheng has already remembered the pictures and texts on it.

"I don't want it." He Sheng returned Bo Yu to the man.

"It's the request just now. I need a master like you around me. I will cure you. From now on, you can do whatever I ask you to do. Is it okay?" He Sheng asked.

Hearing this, the man looked at He Sheng with a confused look, his expression as if he was thinking.

"Okay, but I have a request."

"explain."

"The person who slashed me eight years ago, and after my injury was healed, I would also stab him with a sword to take revenge."

He Sheng curled his lips and his expression seemed a little funny: "Why just stab a sword? This sword can kill you. Wouldn't it be over if you kill him directly?"

"I can kill him even if I stab him with a sword." The man replied.

He Sheng was speechless and rolled his eyes at the man.

You just say you want to kill him, and you have to stab him.

"Okay, then that's it." He Sheng replied.

Seeing this man's serious look, He Sheng didn't think he would regret it. Of course, he might not regret it now, but if he recovered his mind, it might not be possible.

"Then give me a name." The man said again.

He Sheng curled his lips, thought for a few seconds, and said casually: "Okay, my surname is He, my name is Hesheng. As for you, you just call him He Hehe, can you?"

"Why die?" The man frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with the name.

He Sheng explained again: "You think, if you suffer this injury, you will definitely die within two years. Is this a death? Isn't this name appropriate?"

The man was stunned, thought for two seconds, then nodded: "It's appropriate!"

"Then let it be. My name is He Sheng, your name is He He. These two names sound like brothers. From now on, I will call you Brother Death. What do you think?"

"Okay." The man nodded.

"Okay, go to dinner with me, come back to heal you after dinner." He Sheng said to He He He He.

He Shen nodded, jumped, jumped down from the hospital bed, and then he took out a coarse cloth clothes from under the pillow and put them on his body.

Seeing He Shi's appearance, He Sheng's expression suddenly became strange.

He He's clothes are made of coarse cloth, with dirt and dust. The style of the clothes is very long and looks particularly strange, like a beggar who is begging for food on the street.

But when you look closely, it seems to be even more sloppy than a beggar.

What is this guy from? Forget it, why are you still so weird in clothes?
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