After Uncle Zhang surrendered to Chen Yu, he stayed at Mu's house.

Handle some difficult matters for the Mu family and deter those who move in the dark.

Although his own cultivation level is that of a minor master, he can exert half of his innate power with the help of his talisman and seal skills.

It can be regarded as a real super combat power.

Publicly and privately, Mu Zhixing didn't want him to die.

Unfortunately, God did not wish for it.

The doctor said with great regret: "It's hopeless. Let's deal with the funeral."

Mu Zhixing clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart was about to burst his body.

"Damn the Red Flower Organization! If we don't kill them all this time, I won't be willing to die!"

In a rage, Mu Zhixing's energy and blood surged, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked and quickly asked: "Are you okay?"

Mu Zhixing waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then said with a wry smile: "It's fine. I have been practicing Furious Blood Tali recently, which has caused instability in Qi and blood. I occasionally vomit one or two mouthfuls of blood. This makes it easier."

The Night King was speechless and said: "What kind of technique is so evil that you have to vomit blood to be able to do it easily?"

Mu Zhixing shook his head, not wanting to mention these things, then looked at the doctor and asked sadly: "Is there really no chance?"

The doctor sighed: "If you are injured like this, even gods can't save you."

On the hospital bed.

Uncle Zhang squirmed even more.

All the injuries hidden in the body exploded.

"Pa bang bang..."

The bandage wrapped around the body does not break.

Revealing the scarred body.

Wounds criss-crossed one after another.

It's like being cut by countless sharp blades.

Very scary, very scary.

When Mu Zhixing saw this, he became even more angry.

Clenching his fists tightly.

Veins popped out on the back of his hands and forehead.

"Red Flower Organization!"

He chanted word by word.

The murderous intention in my heart was extremely strong.

Uncle Zhang on the bed has reached the last moment.

Life keeps passing away.

About to fall into the abyss of death.

inside the room.

An atmosphere of sadness permeated the air.

Everyone lowered their heads sadly.

At this time——

A gust of wind blew gently.

Everyone felt in a daze.

When he reacted, there was already a figure in front of the hospital bed.

Everyone was shocked.

"who!?"

The Night King shouted loudly.

The invisible energy condensed into a sharp arrow and shot away quickly.

But when he came within half a meter of that person, he immediately collapsed.

This weird method makes people's scalp numb.

Suddenly, Mu Zhixing's pupils shrank and he quickly shouted: "Stop! Stop everyone! This is Mr. Chen!"

Everyone reacted.

Look carefully.

The thin figure is like a tasseled spear, standing tall and proud.

If it wasn’t Chen Yu, who could it be?

After seeing it clearly, everyone trembled and almost knelt down.

The Night King broke out in cold sweat and soaked his clothes.

"Master Chen."

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen——"

Everyone in the room bowed respectfully.

As soon as Chen Yu appeared, he became the center of attention.

But he didn't react at all.

Chen Yu stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at Uncle Zhang who was scarred and on the verge of death, with a gloomy expression.

After a moment, he asked in a sinister tone: "Who did it?"

The Night King respectfully replied: "They are from the Red Flower Organization."

"The Red Flower Organization..." Chen Yu murmured, and then said solemnly, "They are looking for death!"

The killing intent filled the room instantly.

Everyone felt the biting cold and shivered.

At this time, Uncle Zhang on the bed made a faint moan.

Chen Yu snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it from the air.

Pulled by the Qi machine, Uncle Zhang's body stood up.

Then he waved his right hand again.

All the instrument lines connected to Uncle Zhang's body fell off.

Chen Yu turned his left hand.

The ring flashes.

A small porcelain bottle appeared in the hand.

Chen Yu pulled the cork off the bottle.

A strange medicinal fragrance filled the room.

It's intoxicating.

Especially the doctor, whose eyes burst out with extremely bright light.

"Master Chen!"

The doctor took a step forward.

Chen Yu turned to look at him.

Don't know.

So I just ignored it without giving a shit.

The doctor was very embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me, Mr. Chen, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Elixir."

Chen Yu answered casually, then poured out one pill and gave it to Uncle Zhang to take.

The doctor continued to ask: "What kind of elixir is this?"

Chen Yu glanced at him: "As long as it can save people, does it matter what kind of elixir it is?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "That's wrong. Medicines have different uses. If used well, poison can also save people. If used poorly, elixirs can also kill people."
To be continued...