"Damn it, I think you don't want to cure the disease, you want to kill my eldest niece."
"You bitch, die for me!"
The moment Lu Chen opened his mouth, Fang Yu cursed loudly, then pulled the trigger and fired seven shots in a row!
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lu Chen raised Shang Fang's sword and stopped all the bullets, but the huge impact still tore his jaw open and his palms were covered with blood.
Fortunately, Shang Fang's sword is made of special material, otherwise it would have been shot through long ago.
Seeing Lu Chen blocking the gun with his sword, Fang Yu was shocked at first, and then became furious. He grabbed a rifle and was about to beat Lu Chen into a sieve.
But at this time, Chief Wu spoke.
"Young Marshal, I think we should let him try."
But Fang Yu didn't seem to hear it. He fired wildly, and the dense bullets were like a net, shooting toward Lu Chen.
"Brother-in-law!"
Zhao Yuhan exclaimed, feeling extremely painful in her heart. If she hadn't stolen the ancient tomb, Lu Chen would not have died.
There was a trace of ferocity in Xiaoyaozi's eyes, and he thought to himself: Anyway, we are going to die, so it is better to fight them directly.
But just when he was about to take action, a gust of wind blew and scattered the bullets.
Li Yuhan appeared in front of Lu Chen at some point, staring nervously at the dragon head in front of her. She was relieved when she saw that the dragon head didn't look like it was about to attack.
"Brother, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Lu Chen shook his head, feeling a little unhappy, and shouted to Zhang Shaoliang: "Young Marshal, if you kill me, your daughter will be hopeless."
"You dare to threaten my brother-in-law?"
Fang Yu didn't expect that not a single bullet could kill Lu Chen. He grabbed a sniper rifle and was about to shoot Lu Chen and Li Yuhan through together.
At this time, Chief Wu shouted again: "Young Marshal, let him try, I believe him."
Zhang Shaoliang glanced at Chief Wu in surprise, and then pressed the gun in Fang Yu's hand.
"You only have three minutes."
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen hurriedly rushed to the altar and shouted to Chief Wu: "Old sir, have you brought the silver needle?"
"Bring it."
Chief Wu took out the silver needle bag and handed it over.
Lu Chen took out seven silver needles and quickly pierced Duoduo's acupuncture points, and then flicked the silver needles with his bloody hand.
In an instant, the silver needle started to vibrate as if it was equipped with a small electric motor.
"Brother-in-law, this kid actually used his bloody hand to give Duoduo an injection. What if he has any infectious disease?"
Fang Yu angrily poured a basin of dirty water on Lu Chen.
"You seem to be very reluctant to let him treat Duoduo?"
Zhang Shaoliang turned around and cast his sharp gaze on Fang Yu, as if he wanted to see through him.
Fang Yu's scalp was numb from being stared at, and he shouted quickly.
"I, I'm not worried that he will harm Duoduo."
"Be quiet." Zhang Shaoliang glared at him, then looked at Chief Wu and asked, "Why does Chief Wu believe him so much?"
The completely opposite attitudes of the two people made Zhang Shaoliang a little confused.
Chief Wu explained: "Not long ago, the World Medical Congress was held in Beijing. Lu Chen participated as a representative of traditional Chinese medicine. His skills shocked everyone and crushed all the medical giants in the world. He is a representative figure in our field of traditional Chinese medicine."
"I believe he won't make fun of his treatment."
He wasn't there that day, but he heard someone talk about it and had some impression of Lu Chen.
Everyone felt incredible when they heard this.
A representative figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine?
A medical tycoon whose skills amaze everyone and crush the world?
Just him?
He looks just thirty years old, right?
However, a glimmer of hope arose in Zhang Shaoliang's heart.
At this moment, Lu Chen suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood mist. The blood mist formed the word "ghost" in the air, and then hit Duoduo's face.
Snapped!
There seemed to be some broken sound.
The next second, Duoduo, who was still howling like a ghost, suddenly stopped crying.
Lu Chen flicked his right hand and all the silver needles on her body were taken back. Lu Chen took out another pill, crushed it and put it into Duo Duo's mouth.
"alright?"
Seeing Duoduo calm down, Zhang Shaoliang asked in surprise.
"alright."
Lu Chen coughed twice and looked a little ugly. He was first sneak attacked by the clown and then hit by bullets. His body was already in dilapidated condition.
But what consumes the most is the word 'ghost' just now.
This word is condensed from his essence and blood, and is one of the secret techniques of the ghost sect.
——Seal the demon!
The art of sealing demons is specially used to deal with evil spirits such as those possessed by evil spirits and those who are haunted by resentful spirits.
Although the name of Guimen comes with a ghost, most of its spells are used to catch ghosts, such as the magic of sealing demons, the bottle of restraining gods, etc.
"Young Marshal, 1 minute and 44 seconds!"
The timekeeper shouted.
Zhang Shaoliang was shocked and quickly picked up Duoduo and observed her. He found that not only had she calmed down, but her body temperature had also returned to normal.
He was overjoyed and immediately shouted to the soldiers.
"Why are you still standing there? Put down your guns and help the distinguished guests up."
The soldiers were startled. Good guy, you were shooting someone just a second ago, but now you are a distinguished guest?
Is this change of face too fast?
They quickly unlocked the handcuffs on Zhao Yuhan and others, and moved in a few more chairs.
They knelt for three days and three nights, and their legs were almost useless.
Zhao Yuhan shouted excitedly: "Brother-in-law is awesome!!"
Lu Chen walked over, knocked her on the head and said, "Little girl, don't speak so vulgarly. How are your legs? Let me rub them for you."
The blood did not return for a long time, causing her legs to lose feeling.
Lu Chen gathered his spiritual power in his palms, and after massaging it for a few times, he suddenly felt relieved.
Xiaoyaozi ran over: "Lao Lu, you must be tired just after treatment. You go and rest for a while and I will help you press it, hehe!"
Lu Chen was indeed a little tired, but the matters here were not finished yet.
He turned back to Zhang Shaoliang and said: "Young Marshal, although I have controlled your daughter's condition, there is still a possibility of recurrence."
Before Zhang Shaoliang could speak, Fang Yu cursed loudly.
"Okay, I knew you were bragging. Did you overdraft my niece's life in exchange for this opportunity to shine again?"
Lu Chen glanced at him, his eyes a little impatient.
You have no grievances against him, right?
Why does this guy keep throwing dirty water on him?
Zhang Shaoliang asked with a stern face: "I remember you just said that my daughter was cursed, that's why she is like this. Does it mean that as long as the cursed person is killed, she will be fine?"
"Young Marshal is indeed smart, but the person who cast the curse is even smarter."
Chase Lu turned around, pointed at the coffin on the altar and said, "Because the other party's curse was not placed on your daughter, but was placed here."
"He changed the Feng Shui of the ancient tomb, and inserted three knives into the original situation of two dragons guarding and ascending dragons. These three knives damaged the dragon veins here and increased the Yin Qi, so..."
"That's why your daughter has symptoms like this."
