Yan Ning didn't know that he had been missed, but he was still depressed.

I just looked up the ancient books of Wumen. He knew how to treat Li Feifei's father, but... it must be intermittent.

Yan Ning and Li Liguo have the same situation. They must use the Resurrection Pill to resurrect the soul. Li Liguo needs it, and Yan Ning also needs it.

But there is only one intermittent plant. If Li Liguo can be saved, Yan Ning himself will have no guarantee. If he cannot find a way to solve the problem within seven days, Yan Ning will undoubtedly die.

"Yan Ning, Yan Ning, you said you were pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. If you don't do anything, you have to wade into Li Feifei's muddy waters. Even if you save your father, you may not like you. Why bother to save him?" Yan Ning sighed to himself.

Yan Ning has never been a great person.

He has been frugal with his father since he was a child, and has suffered all kinds of hardships and has been bullied. He is well aware of the indifference and sinisterness of this society.

I finally got something that might change my destiny, but now I have to give it to you and have to take my life. If it were anyone, I wouldn't feel good.

"What do you care about him? I have seven days left to save Li Liguo first."

Yan Ning gritted his teeth and stopped tangling. He pushed open the door, but saw that the house was chaotic and the furniture was scattered on the ground, as if it was patronized by a thief.

"No, right? So unlucky?" Yan Ning quickly opened the drawer at the head of the bed and saw that the intermittent medicine box was stored, and it was indeed gone.

Yan Ning suddenly became anxious. He searched inside and out three times before confirming that the intermittent had been stolen.

"It's so bad!" Yan Ning spat.

At this moment, Yan Ning noticed something was wrong, as if someone was staring at him in the darkness.

He looked back and saw that there was a hunched figure standing outside the door. The figure was holding a small black box in his hand, which was storing intermittent medicine box!

When Yan Ning saw the old man, he was so angry that he said cursingly:

"Damn, I still do such a thief when I'm old. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Return the things to me quickly, otherwise I will beat you up and cannot take care of yourself!"

The old man was naturally Mr. Song. He thought about the medicine box and didn't say anything.

"Don't think I won't hit the old man! I'll count three times, and if I don't hand over the things, I'll take action! I'll hit the bull with a heavy blow!" Yan Ning said, approaching the old man step by step.

But the next second, he instinctively sensed the dangerous aura. Before he could dodge, he felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen, and his body flew out involuntarily and hit the wall hard.

"Little guy," Mr. Song walked to Yan Ning and reached out to pat his face, "Your master has never taught you, what does respect the elderly and love the young mean?"

Yan Ning knew that he was not a good person, and he complained in his heart, but he still refused to give in: "Respecting old people is not respecting you, an old mess like you!"

"Hmph!" Old Song raised his foot and stepped on Yan Ning's chest hard. Yan Ning felt that his ribs seemed to have broken a few, "Who is your master?"

Yan Ning gritted his teeth and refused to speak, but the shadow of the alchemy god appeared in his mind.

"I don't want to say it? Well, it's all people from the Wumen anyway. It doesn't matter. Hand over the "Wumen Ghost Art"."

Old Song looked weak, but in fact he had a thousand pounds of force on his feet. Yan Ning felt a sweet throat and actually vomited a mouthful of blood!

It turned out that the old man came from the ancient Wumen books, and Yan Ning's mind was running quickly.

He only got the ancient books of Wumen for two days, but he never told anyone how the old man in front of him knew? Judging from the old man's appearance, he seemed to have a great cultivation level. Why do he still want the ancient books of Wumen?

Mr. Song slowly increased his foot strength. Yan Ning was already on the verge of collapse. He thought that the ancient Wumen books were always outside the body and could not afford to take his life. Yan Ning gritted his teeth and said, "In my schoolbag!"

"I've said that I shouldn't suffer this?" Old Song sneered and snatched Yan Ning's schoolbag.

"I didn't know what you wanted was that broken thing!" Yan Ning shouted depressedly.

The old man beat him up when he met. If he had said he wanted the ancient books of Wumen from the beginning, Yan Ning would give it to him directly, but now he was beaten in vain.

Old Song rudely tore his schoolbag to pieces, and the ancient Wumen books naturally fell into his hands. Old Song flipped it casually, and his eyes suddenly showed an expression of excitement and greed: "It's really it! God helps me!"

Yan Ning leaned against the corner of the wall and said weakly: "It's just a broken book. What do you want it to do?"

Mr. Song laughed: "It turns out that you are just a little trash who became a monk halfway through. By chance, you got this ancient book. The Maoshan Wumen lineage is rampant in the world with medical skills, among which Wumen Golden Needle is the most important essence of Wumen. How can you know the mystery?"

Yan Ning was surprised by the origin of the ancient books of Wumen and understood the preciousness of the ancient books of Wumen. However, under pressure, he had to bow to someone: "You have also obtained the ancient books, please return the medicine box to me."

After hearing this, Mr. Song laughed disdainfully and said, "You are still infatuated with intermittent? Boy, do you know that you have messed with someone you can't mess with?"

Yan Ning could hear the origin of Mr. Song this time: "Did the Fang family send you here?"

Yan Ning only used the ancient books of Wumen when he was teasing Fang Jie. The old man in front of him must be a master invited by the Fang family. He inferred the story of Wumen's golden needle from the toothpick inserted on Fang Jie's shoulder, and then came to him.

"The boy's head is full of a bright light," Old Song took out a dagger from his arms and pressed it against Yan Ning's neck. The sharp blade immediately cut a blood mark on Yan Ning's neck. "To be honest, the Fang family paid 200,000 yuan to buy your life. Talk, they don't know that the value of the ancient Wumen book in your hand is far more than 200,000 yuan!"

Yan Ning felt the threat of death and his hair stood up all over his body.

Now that things have come, if Yan Ning doesn’t resist, he will definitely die at the hands of this bad old man in front of him!

Thinking of this, Yan Ning suddenly shouted loudly, turned over and took out a bead from the drawer, and slapped it hard on Mr. Song's face.

The abacus bead burst out with a golden light, which actually forced Mr. Song to fly away, and even knocked down a wall before stopping!

"I'll go, this thing works so well for living people?"

Yan Ning threw away the lost abacus beads in his hand, then grabbed the Wumen ancient books and medicine boxes on the ground, and the remaining abacus beads, and ran away wildly.

In the ruins, Old Song slowly crawled out, and saw that he was covered in blood and his eyes were broken.

At this time, his face looked extremely ugly. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of a yellow-haired boy. The duck he got flew away. For Mr. Song, this had reached the limit of his ability to endure!
Chapter completed!