The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

"Master, I am done."

Fu Mingcheng had a smile on his face, his eyes filled with contentment.

"Good, good, good."

The old man who was sitting above the old man drinking tea immediately cheered.

There was an unstoppable smile on his face, and with his cultivation level, he could naturally see the difference in Fu Mingcheng's current situation at a glance.

"Master, can I go out now?"

The old man paused after hearing this, and then teased: "You clamored to get out as soon as you came out of seclusion, could it be because of the woman you love?"

"Ah."

Fu Mingcheng did not deny it. When he thought of Jiang Yunshu who was still waiting for him outside, the coldness on his face faded a lot.

Seeing him like this, the old man understood.

He didn't stop him, just smiled and said: "Go quickly, don't keep your little girlfriend waiting."

But after Fu Mingcheng left, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded.

If you want to marry a woman from the outside world, you have to get through him first, and he will never agree!

He finally accepted such a disciple, and now that his status in the Ji family is about to rise, he will never allow it to be destroyed.

The old man thought this, his slightly cloudy eyes flashing with light.

"Ji Xin, call Wen Qian."

"Yes."

The moment the voice fell, a breath disappeared from the corner of the yard.

Yan Qiao raised his eyes to look at the two of them, and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Hearing this, Song Shiyan twitched the corners of his mouth and sighed slightly.

"Baicheng Yan's family, they knew that my aunt was cured, and they have been asking us to help contact you."

The Yan family?
Yan Qiao narrowed her beautiful eyes, she seemed to have some impression of this surname.

She remembered that someone claiming to be surnamed Yan called Gu Nianchen last month.

He said he wanted to ask her to take action, but he sounded arrogant both inside and outside of his words, so Gu Nianchen blocked the other party without even listening.

"They said they had contacted you, but you blocked them."

As he spoke, Song Shiyan raised his eyes to glance at Yan Qiao's reaction. Seeing that her expression did not change, he paused and continued:
"We didn't want to trouble you with other people's affairs, so we rejected their request.

But who knew, they would attack my grandfather directly!

Until now, my grandfather's condition has become more and more serious, and he has reached the point of entering the intensive care unit.

However, we didn't find anything wrong with him and could only judge it to be cancer.

I wonder if it was caused by some dirty means."

After listening to his words, Yan Qiao touched his chin thoughtfully: "I'll go with you to see Mr. Song."

"it is good."

Song Shiyan nodded quickly, with a little hope in his eyes.

He really failed as a doctor. When one or two people in his family got sick, he was unable to do anything.

Yan Qiao had already made assumptions before seeing Mr. Song, but she was still a little surprised when she saw Mr. Song.

But when he really saw the old man in front of him, his skin was dried and shriveled, and he looked like a mummified old man, Yan Qiao frowned and couldn't relax.

"Since that day, grandpa's body has become thinner and thinner. Now, only in the past five or six days, he has become like a mummy."

When Song Shiyan said this, his eyes were red and his fists hanging by his sides were clenched.

"Miss Yan, I have to trouble you again." Song Xinwei stood up, wiped the tears on her face, and bowed lightly to Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao's eyes fell on Song Xinwei's face and saw that her face turned pale due to excessive worry.

She didn't say anything. If she asked Song Xinwei to put her body first, she knew that it was empty and unnecessary at this time.

He just nodded and said, "Well, let me take a look first."

Hearing this, Song Xinwei quickly stood up and gave up her seat.

Yan Qiao stepped forward and put her fingers on Mr. Song's withered wrist. She lowered her eyes slightly.

The weak spiritual energy from the fingertips entered the body along the skin, exploring bit by bit.

After scanning the whole body with his spiritual power, Yan Qiao slowly retracted his hand, but his expression was not pretty.

When Song Xinwei and Song Shiyan saw this, their hearts suddenly trembled, but they still managed to smile and asked, "Master Yan, how is my father's health?"

"The condition of the internal organs is like a lamp running out of oil. Within a few days at most, the vitality in the body will be exhausted."

"Yes, this is also the case after the examinations these days." Song Shiyan's face looked extremely ugly.

"Master Yan, do you know what caused this?"

"Gu worm."

Yan Qiao's cold voice dropped a big thunder.

The explosion made Song Xinwei and Song Shiyan feel dizzy and dizzy. Gu insects?
Isn't that a legend only found in Miao territory?
How can this be?

But whether they want to believe it or not, it is the truth.

Yan Qiao did not wait for the two of them to react completely, and continued: "This Gu insect is located in Mr. Song's heart. There is no way for me to get it out without guaranteeing Mr. Song's safety."

"Is there no other way?" Song Shiyan collapsed, but he still looked up at Yan Qiao and asked with hope.

Hearing this, Song Xinwei also held her breath and stared at her closely.

Under the expectant gazes of the two people, Yan Qiao continued: "There is another way, which is to find the person who caused the poison behind the scenes. The flesh and blood of the person who caused the poison can be used as a primer to draw out the poison from Lao Song's body."

"So think carefully about the people you have come into contact with during this period."

"Only the Yan family. Grandpa's health started to deteriorate after they came to visit that day." Song Shiyan's face was clouded and he gritted his teeth.

"Are you sure?" Yan Qiao looked at him calmly.

"I'm sure that some of the children of the Yan family have used this method to kill people and silence them." Song Shiyan clenched his fists tightly and then managed to suppress the violence in his heart.

Hearing this, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything.

He just said: "Since the source has been locked, we just need to find the person who caused the poison."

Song Xinwei asked hesitantly: "But how do we know who is the one who cast the poison?"

"I'll go to Yan's house with you."

Yan Qiao lowered her eyes, because she not only discovered the presence of Gu insects in Mr. Song's body, but also a touch of demonic energy.

She had to find out the source of this evil energy.

Song Shiyan immediately booked a flight to Baicheng to be with Yan Qiao.

Song Xinwei also wanted to go, but Song Shiyan and Yan Qiao persuaded her to leave, so she had no choice but to give up and choose to guard Mr. Song in the hospital.

"Pour out some of this potion and feed it to Mr. Song every day. It can delay the loss of vitality in his body."

With that said, Yan Qiao took out a bottle from his backpack and handed it to Song Xinwei.

Song Shiyan was a little curious about what was in the bottle, but he also knew that it must be similar to the pills Song Xinwei had taken before.

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