Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 381
Sometimes I really want to know where Li Kexin has gone. She seems to owe me an explanation. I think there will always be a day when we should meet again.

After entering the hospital, Xiang Qian took me to a ward on the second floor. There were four people in this ward. The one lying on the bed at the door was Qian Qian. After I went over, I first explored His breathing must be full of energy.

Then, I reached out to feel his pulse. As soon as this hand touched his arm, I was immediately frightened, and then I took it back because Tian Ning's arm was a bit scary and felt like it was boneless. Generally speaking, I then touched the bodies of several other people, and they were all like Tian Ning. The skin and flesh were very soft under the skin, but the bones could not be felt.

Not only can I feel no bones in my arms, but also in other parts of my body.

This situation is very rare. I have never encountered such a weird thing since I started practicing. It must be some powerful evil method.

After seeing the conditions of these people, I turned my head and looked forward, and said seriously: "What did the doctor say about their conditions?"

The doctor said it was a rare and intractable disease. They said there were worms in their bodies, which could be seen under a microscope, but so far they had not found a way to kill these little worms.Qianqian answered honestly.

I remained silent, thinking to myself that I seemed to have met a master. To be able to do this to people unknowingly was to kill someone invisible.

After pondering for a long time, I asked forward again: "Where is the boy who was beaten? Take me there and have a look..."

"They live here too, I'll take you there right now..." As he said that, he turned forward and took me out of the ward and into the corridor. After walking for three to five minutes, he pushed me away. A ward, but after opening the door, the bed was empty, no one was there.

Xiangqian was at a loss for a while, so he grabbed a little nurse and asked, "Where are the patients here? Where did they go?"

The nurse replied: "The patient was picked up by his family this morning. He is an old man. They can no longer afford the medical expenses. Moreover, the young man was seriously injured. It was a severe brain injury. He survived. The chances are slim.”

After hearing what the little nurse said, his face changed. He took off his hat and pulled his scalp hard several times.

Seeing how anxious he was, I shook my head helplessly and said, "Let's go, take me to their village and go directly to the old man. This matter must have something to do with him. Let's go there early." If so, maybe those few people can still be saved."

After hearing what I said, Xiang Xiang immediately took me out of the hospital. Xiang Xiang seemed to have expected something. When he left the hospital, he called the department to send more people there.

And I also called Li Zhanfeng from the Tiannan City Special Case Investigation Team, told him the specific address, and asked him to come over and help him out later.

Then, he started the car and drove directly out of Tiannan City.

The young man who was injured lives in a village not far from Gaogang Village, called Niuwangzhuang. It is about seven or eight miles away from Gaogang Village. I am quite familiar with that village. I went there to play when I was a child. , which is even more remote than Gaogang Village.

After driving for more than two hours, when we arrived at Gaowang Village, it was already dark.

Qian Qian parked the car at the entrance of a very dilapidated courtyard, then got out of the car and asked me to come in with him.

He said, this is the old man's home.

At this time, I had an idea and felt that there might be danger, so I asked Xiang Qiang to wait for me at the door alone, and I could go in alone.

Seeing that I said it solemnly, Qianqian couldn't help but feel a little worried, and said, "Xiaojiu, are you okay? It's safer for me to go in with you. I have a gun on me."

"I went in to argue with him, not to fight. It won't be like this. You should just wait."

Saying that, I took my second senior brother into this dilapidated courtyard.

I have lived in rural areas since I was a child. I have seen the yards of many poor families, but I have never seen such a dilapidated place. Nowadays, the yards in rural areas basically have cement floors, but here we still have dirt roads at home. A lot of poplar trees were planted in the garden, and there was a rustling sound when the wind blew.

A lot of the surrounding courtyard walls have collapsed, and even the house is an old house from decades ago and looks very dim.

As soon as I walked into this dilapidated campus, I felt a chill and an ominous atmosphere.

Even the second senior brother who was following behind me seemed to have noticed something, and he made a whining sound in his throat.

Soon, I took my second senior brother to the door of the hall. I reached out and knocked on the door gently and said, "Hello... is there anyone at home?"

I waited for a while, but no one responded, and when I was about to knock on the door again, the door made a creaking sound and opened by itself.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard a hoarse voice saying: "Everyone who comes is a guest... Come in and talk."

After finishing speaking, the old man coughed heavily, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

I glanced around the main room and looked inside through a small, not very bright light bulb hanging from the beam.

But I saw a large bed plank lying across the middle of the main room. There was a young man lying on the plank. I could no longer feel the breath of life from his body. This poor young man must have been killed by that boat. I was beaten by several young men from rich families.

While the old man was coughing, he used a wet towel to wipe the body of the young body lying on the wooden board. He didn't even look at me the whole time, and just said lightly: "Who are you? Why did you come to my house?"

I took a few steps forward and stood next to the dead young man. I took a closer look and saw that this young man looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. There was still a circle of gauze wrapped around his head and it was stained with blood. His face was black and blue, and there were many scars on other places. It seemed that he had been beaten badly at that time.

I coughed dryly, pulled a mat from the side, put it under my butt, sat across from the old man, and said calmly: "Old man, we enlightened people don't do secret things. I know you are a practitioner." , if we have anything to say, let’s talk openly, were you the ones who tampered with the four people lying in the hospital?”

After hearing my question, the towel in the old man's hand fell into the basin. He raised his head and looked at me with eyes as sharp as a knife.

The look in his eyes made me a little scared.

(End of this chapter)