In fact, when he left Shiqu Town, the hands and feet left by Ling Chuxi on him had already started to act. However, he did not expect that it was Ling Chuxi who moved the hands and feet. He only thought that something went wrong in his practice, so he did not think of looking for it.
Ling Chuxi asked for help. It was Ling Chuxi's miscalculation. Not everyone knew her details and would be the first to think of her when trouble came.
Ling Gusong's endurance was quite good, and he actually managed to return to the hidden Ling family. However, the situation was getting more and more serious now, and he really couldn't bear it anymore.
He only felt that the innate vitality in his body was running around uncontrollably, and a round ball of air protruded from the surface of his body from time to time along with the chaotic vitality. Before he could react, the protrusion disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared from another place.
A part popped out, and every time, there was heartbreaking pain.
Ling Tianhao's face turned pale in pain and he was sweating profusely. As the air ball protruded, he let out another scream, jumped upright, and then fell down on the bed as hard as a dried wooden stick.
"Uncle, help, help..." Ling Zhonghao said to the tall and thick young man in front of him while he was dying.
This man's name is Ling Ziran. He is Ling Zhonghao's uncle and the strongest master among the younger generation of the Ling family. He has reached the peak of Tianyuan and is said to be able to break through the bottleneck and be promoted to Grandmaster at any time. Although he looks tall and thick, he is
He is somewhat clever and well-known among the younger generation of the Ling family. He was not originally named Ling, but because of his extraordinary qualifications, he was admitted into the Ling family as an exception and took the Ling family's surname.
Ling Chuxi's tricks were so secretive that Ling Zhonghao couldn't find a solution, so he found him.
"Zhonghao, please be patient for now, I'll find a way for you right now." As soon as the uncle finished speaking, he saw a ball of air coming out of Ling Zhonghao's shoulder, so he slapped it down.
At the same time, Ling Zhonghao jumped up again and was knocked to the ground by the slap, twitching violently several times.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Ling Zhonghao asked with a sad look on his face.
"If I read it correctly, your vitality has become extremely disordered. If it cannot be eliminated in time, you will probably go crazy. I will try to shoot him away." The uncle said with a calm face.
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of air came out of his chest again. My uncle had quick eyes and quick hands and slapped it out again.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Ling Zhonghao was slapped so hard that his internal organs shook, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"How's it going? Did the shot fall apart?" Ling Zhonghao looked at his uncle pitifully.
"Come on, I've found the trick. It should be fine soon." After the uncle finished speaking, he slapped him again.
This time the attack was heavier. Ling Zhonghao was slapped onto the bed and bounced up at a faster speed. Before he could catch his breath, he saw his uncle's palm-like slap falling on him again.
He went and slapped Ling Zhonghao, who was shot up and down and screamed again and again. His face, which he finally recovered from, was bruised and bruised again.
"Ugh..." Ling Zhonghao suddenly let out a shrill and weird scream, foamed at the mouth and fell on the bed with all four limbs. His uncle's slap hit him right in the middle of his legs.