When Zhang Fan made rude remarks to the golden-robed Taoist priest, the black bear spirit in the small porcelain bottle became extremely anxious. He complained to Zhang Fan countless times in his heart. He once thought that there was no chance of reversing the matter and that his life would be over.
Fortunately, after things developed to this point, he saw an opportunity to survive from a desperate situation. He must seize this opportunity, so he stood up at this critical moment.
Hearing the words of the black bear spirit, the golden-robed Taoist priest subconsciously glanced at Yin Gui, a second-grade official uniform. The corners of Yin Gui, a second-grade official uniform, trembled slightly.
"Mr. Zhang's medical skills are amazing. He is really capable of saving your son. You have to trust Mr. Zhang and don't listen to that sinister fart." Black Bear Spirit continued.
After the golden-robed Taoist priest pondered for a moment, he took out a dagger from his pocket, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
Just two soft sounds of "pop" and "pop" were heard, and two ten-centimeter long wounds instantly appeared on the golden-robed Taoist priest's arm, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the wounds.
The golden-robed Taoist priest stretched out his arm and said to Zhang Fan: "Young man, please forgive me for not trusting you immediately. As long as you heal my arm, I will trust you."
At this time, the golden-robed Taoist priest's tone became more polite when he spoke to Zhang Fan, and there was a sincerity in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Fan. It was not difficult to see that he was eager to save his son.
"Okay." Zhang Fan responded. He didn't show his true ability. It's understandable that the other party didn't believe him.
After saying that, Zhang Fan walked in the direction of the golden-robed Taoist priest. Soon, Zhang Fan arrived at the golden-robed Taoist priest's side. He took out the silver needle, manipulated it smoothly, and pierced the golden-robed Taoist priest's chest.
On the body.
After about three or four minutes, the two wounds on the golden-robed Taoist priest's arms slowly scabbed, and then new flesh slowly grew.
Seeing this scene, both the golden-robed Taoist priest and the Yingui in second-grade official uniform had a look of shock on their faces.
However, then, the expressions of the two people became different.
A flash of ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the golden-robed Taoist priest, while the eyes of the ghost in the second-grade official uniform were full of fear.
The man in the second-grade official uniform suddenly changed his mind, and then said: "Master Jin, you can't be fooled by him. Although his medical skills are not low and he has the ability to heal wounds immediately, he is not necessarily a medical soul.
Master, he probably won't be able to save your son."
"He has such medical skills at such a young age. Even if he is lying to me, he can't save my son now, but I believe he will become a soul healer one day. It will only be a matter of time before he saves my son. At least he can
I see hope of saving my son." The golden-robed Taoist retorted directly.
"His cultivation talent is too high. When he becomes a soul healer in a few years, his Taoist skills and physical combat abilities will probably be above yours and will be beyond your control," said Yin Gui, a second-grade official.
Hearing this, the golden-robed Taoist priest frowned tightly, "Hiss...this problem does exist."
For a moment, the golden-robed Taoist priest fell into a tangle.
"I said I can save your son, and I mean I can save your son. You don't have to worry about this." At this moment, Zhang Fan added, "Take me to your home now, and I will treat your son first. You
What do you think?"
Zhang Fan looked at the golden-robed Taoist priest.
Zhang Fan's calmness made the golden-robed Taoist slightly surprised, which made his trust in Zhang Fan a little stronger.
"Okay!" The golden-robed Taoist priest agreed happily, and then said more politely, "Then please come with me, young gentleman."
Just as the golden-robed Taoist priest was about to lead the way away, he stopped again. After glancing at the Yin Gui, who was a somewhat trembling second-grade official uniform, he said to Zhang Fan: "Sir, let's not deal with this Yin Gui for now, and wait for your treatment."
After taking good care of my son, let’s make him pay the price he deserves, what do you think?”
"Okay." Zhang Fan responded with a smile. He guessed what the golden-robed Taoist was thinking.
The golden-robed Taoist priest was leaving a way out for himself. If Zhang Fan could not cure his son, he would ask the second-grade official Yin Gui for the ghost cave to calm his son's soul.
Hearing Zhang Fan's agreement, the golden-robed Taoist priest smiled and nodded, then quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his backpack and directly put the ghost in the second-grade official uniform into the small porcelain bottle.
After several people left the villa together, they came to another villa area. Under the leadership of the golden-robed Taoist priest, everyone came to the master room on the second floor. On the big bed in this room, a man of about 40 years old was lying on his back.
Man, this man is the son of a golden-robed Taoist priest!
In the Yintang position of the golden-robed Taoist priest, a large amount of black energy has condensed and flows very slowly. Moreover, in the position of the man's Fortune Palace, a bright red light shines. This is the face of the man who has done good deeds and accumulated virtue.
In the position of the palace mistress of the golden-robed Taoist priest's daughter, there is also a face that represents a man's good deeds and virtues. This is why Zhang Fan agreed to save the golden-robed Taoist priest's son and was so eager.
"Little sir, this is my son, please give him a good look..." the golden-robed Taoist said eagerly.
At this time, the golden-robed Taoist priest no longer had the arrogance and shrewdness before. He was only an old father who desperately hoped that his son would recover as soon as possible.
Zhang Fan nodded, then walked to the man lying on the bed, raised his hands at the same time, one hand pressed on the man's wrist, and the other on the man's crotch.
After taking the man's pulse, Zhang Fan fell into deep thought. About two minutes later, Zhang Fan said to the golden-robed Taoist priest in a low voice: "The damage to your son's soul is not ordinary damage, it is...
Special attack attribute damage."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the golden-robed Taoist nodded heavily and said, "Yes! His soul is damaged, not in the ordinary sense!"
After saying this, a worrying thought suddenly appeared in the golden-robed Taoist's mind, and then he said this thought, "Little sir, you...can't you save my son?"
"
"It's not that I can save him, but saving him is a step-by-step process and cannot be done overnight like saving other people with damaged souls." Zhang Fan answered truthfully.
"Then... how long will this process take?" the golden-robed Taoist priest immediately asked.
"With my current level, it should take half a year." Zhang Fan said.
"Little sir, I'm willing to wait for a year, as long as you can save him.
As long as you cure it, if you ask me anything from now on, I will go through fire and water, even if I die." The golden-robed Taoist looked sincere.