"I also want to know what happened to Patriarch Wang?"
Feng Jiu's soft voice came from behind, and the two followed the sound, and they saw Feng Jiu in red and Leng Shuang in black walking in.
"Feng, Miss Feng... are you still here?" Patriarch Wang originally took a step backwards, but when he thought of Feng Jiu's identity, a surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the whole person threw forward and knelt forward: "Miss Feng, please Save me, I don’t want to be like them."
"Wait! I'll ask you something later." Feng Jiu said, walking inside and said to Wang Yu: "Take me to see your grandfather."
"Okay." Wang Yu responded and took a look at his father before leading Feng Jiu in.
The ancestor of the Wang family who was lying on the bed inside was very haggard. He listened to the voice outside, anxious in his heart, thinking of getting up, but could not even sit up until he saw Feng Jiu coming in.
"Ghost Doctor... It's really, really great to see you again."
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "But I didn't expect to see you again. What I see is not your advanced strength, but such a dying and haggard appearance."
Leng Shuang brought a chair and placed it next to the bed. After Feng Jiu sat down, he stretched out his hand to help him lower his veins, and said, "It seems that the strength of the magic repair that hurt you is not low. It is not easy for you to survive until now." In time, she retracted her hand and gestured: "Help your grandfather sit up."
"Okay." Wang Yu immediately stepped forward and lifted his grandfather to sit.
Feng Jiu turned his palm, and a breath of spiritual energy flowed into his body to help him repair the wound in his body. After a while, he retracted his hand and took out the silver needle to pierce the acupuncture point, waiting to remove the blood in his body. After melting away, he motioned to help him lie down.
"You should have a medicine for removing blood stasis right now? Just drink it according to that prescription. I don't need to prescribe more, it will get better after a few days." Feng Jiu said, standing up.
"Ghost doctor, what happened to my son? What happened to him?" He was still thinking about his son outside, wondering what happened to him?
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Your body is not suitable for worrying. Don't worry about other things. Let's take care of the injury first! He is fine, so I will ask him something."
After that, she looked at Wang Yu and said, "Take care of your grandfather."
"Yes." Wang Yu responded, and when he sent them out, his eyes naturally fell on his father.
"Patriarch Wang, let's find a place to chat!" Feng Jiu said, and walked out.
Seeing this, Patriarch Wang said to Wang Yu: "Take care of your grandfather." As he said, he followed Feng Jiu.
When he arrived at the main courtyard, Feng Jiu looked at Patriarch Wang and asked, "Is there any wound on your body? Or, did you touch something when you went out the other day?"
Patriarch Wang was taken aback, paused, and then said: "I took the team to patrol a few days ago, and was scratched by a magic repairman." He untied his coat and pulled it down, revealing the dark purple color. Arm.
Looking at the arm, Feng Jiu twisted his eyebrows slightly: "It turns out that the devilish energy on your body is emitted from this. No wonder it is different from ordinary demon cultivation, but how can this be?"
She felt strange, stretched out her hand and diagnosed the lower vein for him. For a long time, she retracted her hand, looked at him, and raised her eyebrows: "The devilish energy has entered your internal organs, and the devilish energy in you It seems to be contagious, like a...virus."