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"My son was also very lively and lovely at the beginning. Although he was dragged by me and exiled to this death apartment, I also felt that he was with me, and I didn't feel scary where I was imprisoned and detained;

However, the resident upstairs in the garage was an exiled starving ghost. He also played with my son on weekdays. I thought he liked my son too, because he was so innocent and cute, so arrogant. people like it. Please search (pin% book ￥ ￥ network) to see the most complete! The fastest updated novel"

When the old woman said this, Zhao Zhu couldn't help but reached out and touched his nose, thinking, "Your son is cute in your eyes, right? Looking at him like this, even if he wasn't possessed by a starving ghost, it would be a long time." It has to be like a car accident scene, or like an abstract art.

This is because of the mother's perspective. When Zhao Zhu was on a plane or a train, he hated the noisy children around him the most, and some parents of arrogant children would not stop and discipline their children. They always felt that their children were like this. The ground is lively and cute, but the passengers around are not cheap parents of these children. In their eyes, this noisy child is really uneducated and disgusting to the extreme.

"However, I didn't expect that he actually had the idea of ​​taking my son's house, and I found out that he was only half-integrated, so I took out the dozen signs I saved in the apartment and asked the other side. A wizard in the building helped me separate him from my son. He failed to merge and died, but the poison of starvation had penetrated into my son's body, and the wizard was powerless.

He said, unless I encounter that kind of high-level Buddhist monk to detoxify the child, otherwise my son can only continue like this, but in this death apartment, all the demons and evil spirits who have been exiled here are , Evil creatures, fallen undead, where can there be any enlightened monks!

No way, my son just starves every day and wants to eat every day, I have to keep looking for something to feed him or he will eat himself. Really, I actually saw him eating his own flesh one day, you know how sad I am! "

"Ahem... Okay, the lyric is over, you are a great mother and your son is a lovely and innocent child, now. It's time for us to talk about business, I need you to help me restore my broken body. The sooner the better!"

This is the key that Zhao Zhu came to find this old woman. Zhao Zhu can be sure that from the first time he saw the old woman and saw the needle and thread in her hand, he could conclude that many of those who died were stitched up by the old woman. of.

This may be a mode of operation of this death apartment, similar to a small circle, or it may be that the intervention of the group owner changed the rules and sent people who died but must continue to exist to the old lady, of course. There should be other sewing workers in the apartment of death, but Zhao Zhu only knows the exact location of this one.

The old lady sewed back the body of the person to earn a little reward...that is, this brand, and this brand is equivalent to the currency in circulation in the apartment of death. What is the specific use, Zhao Zhu does not know. Too lazy to know.

"I only sew and mend the dead." The old lady looked at Zhao Zhu meaningfully.

"The dead can be sewed out, let alone the living."

"Oh, well, you help me treat my son first."

"Are you always dizzy?" Zhao Zhu spread his hands towards the old woman, "Look at me now, it's amazing to be standing here talking to you without breathing. Does your son heal?"

The old woman looked at her son, then looked at Zhao Zhu, and finally showed a resolute look on her face, "Okay, I will help you stitch your body first, even if you lie to me, I will recognize the old woman!"

"Be quick." Zhao Zhu urged. Whoever cares more is the uncle.

"You endure the pain." The old woman reminded, and then she waved her hand, and a very long white thread was pulled from the wall. The old lady held the needle in her hand and rubbed it a few times. The needle floated, and the white thread automatically concatenated in it.

"Come on, I'm really not afraid of pain...hs...!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, and couldn't help but grabbed Su Jin'er's arm beside him. Su Jin'er was going to instinctively pat Zhao Zhu's hand away, but seeing Zhao Zhu's tense posture It's not like it's pretending, it's just letting it go.

It hurts, it really hurts.

A needle, strung with thread, roams directly in your body at a rapid speed, which is no less than the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Even people like Zhao Zhu who have seen all kinds of big scenes can't help but feel unbearable. The feeling of living.

But Zhao Zhu was still clenching his teeth. At this time, Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi were still fighting there, and his two buddies were still fighting with double opponents to save him. If you can go back early, you can go back early, what is it to endure a little pain at this time?

Five minutes later, the old lady wiped the sweat on her forehead and took a step back, apparently feeling a little dizzy, and said:

"Okay, it's over. You can also toss, how can you make your body like this, I wasted a lot of lines, you should have died long ago."

Zhao Zhu slowly opened his previously closed eyes, then clenched his fists and opened them again. Although he could feel the white lines everywhere on his body, the damage to his body, such as meridians, muscles, and various tissue fibers, They have been completely reconnected and stitched together, and I can feel the power from my body again. At this time, the stitched body is equivalent to 50% of the peak state. Although it is only 50%, it is enough.

"Help my son see a doctor before leaving!" the old woman snapped.

Zhao Zhu looked at the old woman, then looked at the puddle of fat sitting on the bed, nodded, and came to the bed. The stench was ignored by Zhao Zhu, and he was too lazy to go. Care about these things, you must know that this child has been eating, drinking, and sleeping on this bed. With such a large size, can it not smell?

"I'll check his body first." Zhao Zhu put his hand on a mass of fat, and then began to silently feel the flow of the meridians in the other person's body. Then Zhao Zhu snapped his fingers, and the ghost-faced Buddha appeared beside Zhao Zhu and followed Zhao Zhu. Zhu looked at the child together.

The ghost-faced Buddha was as thin as a porridge at this time. This was also because Zhao Zhu said that his body was stitched up, but his soul was still extremely weak. In the previous battle, Zhao Zhu squeezed himself several times. , the ghost-faced Buddha can still be summoned at this time, which is very good.

However, Zhao Zhu soon discovered a fact that shocked him. Through the ghost-faced Buddha's induction of the breath of the starving ghost, Zhao Zhu found that the breath of the starving ghost in the fat child had formed a steady flow. The rules, continue to explore and check, Zhao Zhu's heart directly turned up a huge wave, he saw the inner core!

Neidan of the starving ghost!

This kid is really a **** genius, an absolute genius. He actually subtly influenced the aura of a starving ghost parasitizing his body, and cultivated an inner alchemy. What kind of amazing talent is this?

Zhao Zhu glanced at the child's face again. It was a mass of fat, and he could not even see his eyes. There were only gaps in his facial features. Excessive obesity suppressed his brain and made his IQ very low. It didn't develop at all or even went backwards, but it was in this situation that the inner alchemy was actually condensed!

At this time, Zhao Zhu couldn't help but feel a little scared. Fortunately, this child has a problem with his brain IQ. If his IQ was normal and he had such a terrible talent, he would have grown into a giant that cannot be ignored in the apartment of death. The subconscious reacts instinctively, and a person who has cultivated Dao may not be able to get involved in the slightest inner alchemy in his life. What kind of talent is this?

Even if it is compared with that genius magician Subei, it is not much different, or even higher, because Zhao Zhu thinks that if Subei becomes an imbecile with IQ, he may not even be able to train as a magic apprentice.

However, no matter what monstrous waves were in Zhao Zhu's heart, on the surface, he was still calm, and even frowned, showing that the child's condition was very troublesome.

"The poison of the starving ghost has invaded the soul meridian. I want to put the poison on him first. When the time comes, I will first condense the poison of the starved ghost in his body into a ball, then take it out, and then use the power of Buddhism to purify the residual poison and cut it off. Get rid of all the connection between him and the starving ghost, you should prepare more white thread and needles, when you take it out, your son may bleed a lot, and the wound is so thick with fat layer, it is difficult to heal."

"Oh, well, I have a lot of needles and threads, I'm willing to give as much as my son wants!"

The old woman nodded heavily, and at the same time there was a look of joy on her face, her son finally saw the dawn that he could break free from the sea of ​​misery!

And Zhao Zhu's happiness is actually no less than this old woman. UU reading www.uukanshu.com because as long as he gets this inner alchemy, swallows it, and forcibly digests the power of this inner alchemy, his soul and body will get A great addition, I will regain the power of the first battle at an extremely fast speed. As for the side effects of doing so, this is not a problem that Zhao Zhu needs to be concerned about now.

He is thirsting for power now, terribly, thirsty to the point of madness!

"I'm going to start cutting."

The ghost-faced Buddha directly submerged into the child's body to restrain the inner alchemy. Then Zhao Zhu held the card and cut a very deep incision in the child's stomach. Then, he put his arm in and dig it out. , to catch.

The child kept screaming in pain, and the old woman looked worried but didn't dare to disturb. In the end, when a large pool of blood flowed out on the ground, Zhao Zhu finally grabbed the inner elixir with one hand. in hand! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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