Volume I Chapter 402

Everyone around the woman was shocked.

"Can you really save me?"

The woman looked at Chu Linguang seriously, her eyes full of expectation.

"certainly."

Chu Linguang nodded. As he inherited the "Shenlong Treasure", it was relatively simple to save the woman's life at a critical moment.

"Thank you, just wait a moment. I'll contact my family and ask them to come over immediately. No matter what conditions you want, I believe they can agree to you."

The woman was very excited, and immediately took out her mobile phone, walked aside, and called her family.

Chu Linguang wanted to tell her that he didn't need any remuneration, but the woman was too excited and rushed to call her family, so she didn't pay attention to him for a while.

"You are really amazing, did you inquire about Xiaoqing's family background before?

I advise you, you'd better think carefully about whether there is really a way to cure Xiaoqing.

If it is cured well, your wishes will come true and you will enjoy all the glory and wealth.

If it can't be cured, hehe, this matter is not that simple. "

The man put his hands on the table and warned Chu Linguang.

Chu Linguang could see that the status of a woman was unusual, but what if she was extraordinary, could she be better than Ning Xuanyuan and Zhou Yubo?

"Hello, my parents said that they will try their best to come here in the shortest possible time.

At the same time, ask me, let me settle you down first, I believe you will see them soon. "

The woman laughed.

"Actually, you don't need to mobilize people so much. Your problem is very simple to me. After all, the death of the golden thread is not a difficult and miscellaneous disease to me."

Chu Linguang said seriously.

"This should let my parents know, I believe they also want to see a miracle happen."

Hearing the words "Jin Si Suo Ming", the woman's expression changed, and she became more certain in her heart that Chu Linguang was a knowledgeable person.

As for the woman's insistence, Chu Linguang couldn't say anything for a while.

Then the woman booked a homestay for Chu Linguang.

In the later get-togethers, Chu Linguang learned that the woman was called Lan Qingying, who was born in a wealthy family and was pampered since she was a child. Three years ago, she was wrapped in a golden thread. Since then, every inch the golden thread grows, her spirit and body will be more. layers of torture.

Can come through these years.

She mainly relies on expensive medicines for support, but even so, whenever night comes, Lan Qingying still feels like a knife is twisting her heart, and wants to commit suicide by taking poison several times.

this time.

The wild boar king rushed out from the penalty area.

She told her family that since she was a child, she had never seen a wild boar king who could injure a martial arts expert. In the only time she had, she wanted to see what the wild boar king looked like.

The family immediately organized an adventure team for her, and invited mercenaries and martial arts experts to sit in the town, hoping to let Lan Qingying meet the wild boar king.

But in fact, Lan Qingying wanted the Wild Boar King to give her a straight shot, and it would be best if he could slap her to death.

Save her from the death of the gold thread.

I never thought that in the small town of Liyang, I would meet Chu Linguang,

A person who prepared medicine to help her alleviate the growth of golden silk and reduce her physical pain; the old genius doctor once told her that no one in the world would be able to save her unless the other party could see at a glance that she was killed by golden silk and died soon. carry on.

Otherwise, it is difficult for a miracle to happen.

So when Chu Linguang saw that her life was not long with just one glance, and said that she was killed by Jinsi, Lan Qingying was almost certain that Chu Linguang could save her life.

night comes.

Lan Qingying's adventure team rested in the homestay to protect Lan Qingying's safety, but when night came, the gold threads on Lan Qingying's wrists would break out.

At this time, Lan Qingying would feel that the golden thread was like an iron thread, stabbing her heart along her blood, wishing to smash her heart into pieces.

Each time, though with drug control.

But as the gold wire gets longer and longer.

The medicine also gradually lost its effect.

Once the attack occurred, she would curl up on the bed, sweating profusely, biting the pillow tightly, and struggling to survive.

Every time this kind of pain came, she couldn't bear to live.

That night, Lan Qingying knew that she was afraid that she would be tortured to the point of mental breakdown again, so she came to Chu Linguang's door, knocked on the door and said, "Sir, can you help me?"

Chu Linguang had long expected that Lan Qingying would come to look for him. After all, Jinsi was killing her, and when night came, ordinary people could not bear the pain of that attack.

He directly opened the door.

A drop of blood emerged from the palm of his hand and touched Lan Qingying's forehead.

At this moment, Lan Qingying's head was covered with sweat, her face was pale, her body was bowed, and the pain had already begun to flare up. When she reached the peak, she could only curl up into a ball, screaming that she couldn't work every day, and the earth should not respond.

But when Chu Linguang's finger was on her forehead, especially when Chu Linguang's blood fell on the center of her eyebrows.

She just felt a chill all over her body.

The heart-wrenching pain disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the gold thread on the wrist seemed to have disappeared an inch inexplicably, as if it had been cut off.

This made her froze on the spot and looked at Chu Linguang in disbelief.

"Go back to bed! You can sleep well tonight."

Chu Linguang smiled, and then closed the door to rest.

Lan Qingying's gold thread claiming her life was actually a little ghost seizing her home.

Every time the length of the golden thread increases by one point, it means that the little ghost sucks more of Lan Qingying's spirit. Once the spirit is completely sucked, Lan Qingying will die, and the little ghost will also succeed in seizing the house and occupying Lan Qingying's body, which is against the law of heaven Reincarnation, continue to live on.

But this kind of survival can only support the kid for three years at most.

After three years together, the kid has to change his body again.

And Chu Linguang inherits the identity of Yan Luo Guichai, and is the nemesis of all demons and ghosts. His blood can cut through all evil spirits. Just one drop can seriously injure the vitality of a successful little ghost.

Hunk up, not daring to act rashly.

"Okay, thank you."

Lan Qingying nodded, she also saw the blood on Chu Linguang's finger, and seemed to understand that Chu Linguang's blood was life-saving for her illness.

Chu Linguang was practicing late at night.

Lan Qingying's family also rushed to Liyang one after another.

They spent a lot of money and came here from thousands of miles away in the shortest possible time.

"Daughter, are you okay?

Judging by your current complexion, it seems that you are not in pain. "

Lan Qingying's mother hugged Lan Qingying tightly. Her daughter regarded this adventure as her last journey. As a mother, how could she not know.

"I didn't have an attack tonight. Mr. used a drop of blood from his body to suppress my attack."

Lan Qingying said.

"Can his blood save you?"

Lan Qingying's father, Lan Bo asked.

"Ok!"

Lan Qingying nodded with great certainty.

"Could it be that the blood on his body is noon blood? If it is confirmed that it is noon blood, just make sure that in the future, Miss can drink half a bowl of blood every day, and she will be cured of a serious illness for a week."

The old genius doctor who developed Lan Qingying's pain relief also rushed over. What he said made Lan Qingying, Lan Bo and his daughter all startled.