Chapter 549 The Enemy Arrives

"Let go! Do you know what you are doing?" The thin old man spoke in a low voice while enduring the severe pain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I don't know, how about you tell me?" Zhan Nianchuan showed a harmless smile on his face.

To others, the two were very close, as if they were communicating about their illnesses.

The old man's wrist had turned black and purple. Although he tried his best to use his true energy to shake Zhan Nianchuan away, it didn't work.

"Let go, I will return the blood of Meng's family to you."

"Very good, a wise choice." Zhan Nianchuan smiled slightly and loosened his hand that was tightly clasped around the old man.

He didn't have the idea of ​​getting rid of harm for the people. This guy's behavior was very strange, and his cultivation was also very good. It can be imagined that there must be other powerful forces behind him. He has enough troubles now, and he really doesn't want to cause more trouble.

According to his observation, this guy was really treating the villagers, and he was only extracting the blood of new people. He didn't do anything else to the villagers who had been extracted before, which made him a little puzzled.

But he was too lazy to guess what this guy wanted to do. As long as he returned the blood of the Meng family, he would let him go.

The thin old man quickly covered his purple right wrist with his sleeve, then stared at Zhan Nianchuan imperceptibly, and then showed a warm smile to the old man who had chest pain before, "Brother, are you uncomfortable?"

"Chest pain, shortness of breath..." The old man panted and described his symptoms.

The old man listened to his symptoms, took his pulse with his left hand, and understood his illness. He wrote a prescription with his left hand and handed it to him, and then began to treat the next patient.

As time passed, the night was deep, and many villagers who came purely to join in the fun and chat came forward to salute, and then left in twos and threes.

The field became empty.

Only those who were really sick still lined up devoutly, waiting for the thin old man's diagnosis and treatment.

During this time, Zhan Nianchuan clearly sensed that the thin old man secretly extracted another drop of the newcomer's blood. He knew that this was the old man's test of him, so he pretended not to know.

In this way, the thin old man understood that Zhan Nianchuan's purpose was indeed to get back the blood of the Meng family, so he was relieved.

If there were only dozens of people, it would not matter, and he would be able to explain it to the higher-ups easily. After all, the higher-ups had reminded him many times that the most important thing in doing such things was to be secretive. You could extract less, but you couldn't cause any trouble.

Zhan Nianchuan sat cross-legged quietly on one side, and his heart was very calm.

Through the performance of this old man, he was sure that the other party would give up the blood of the Meng family for the sake of a long-term plan, so that he could successfully get back the blood of Meng Xiaohua and her brother.

Once he got it, he could leave. It was only more than a month before the opening of the ancient forbidden land, and time was still very tight.

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt his thighs sink slightly, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked down.

The little girl was already drowsy, sleeping soundly on her thighs, with a trace of glittering saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

An hour later.

All the patients with difficult and serious diseases had been seen, and the night was deep.

The thin old man stood up, apologized to the remaining dozens of people, and distributed number cards to them, saying that they could be consulted first with the number cards next time.

Although these people were a little disappointed, they still bowed to the old man and thanked him, and then left with their families.

Now, the whole place was completely empty.

The whole place was silent, with only the big elm tree above the head making a rustling sound in the night wind.

The thin old man turned around and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, you've waited for so long, but the blood of the Meng family you want is not on me. How about this, can I go back first? Or if you are worried, you can go with me."

"If you want to leave, you can, but you have to leave your soul tablet first." Zhan Nianchuan smiled lightly, and added: "Or you can swear a great oath of heaven."

"Don't you think you are going too far? You really think I am a soft persimmon, right?" A strong spiritual pressure came out of his body, pressed down on Zhan Nianchuan, and then disappeared in an instant.

Because he was shocked to find that Zhan Nianchuan had a large number of talismans emitting amazing spiritual power fluctuations in his hands.

He swallowed hard, his words full of bitterness: "I choose to swear the Heavenly Law."

"Very good, just say so..." Zhan Nianchuan forced others to do this kind of thing more than once or twice, and he said a whole set of flawless oaths very familiarly, which made the thin old man stunned.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and swore the Heavenly Law Oath according to the oath specified by Zhan Nianchuan.

Above the sky, lightning flashed suddenly. After a burst of thunder and lightning, a golden light fell from the sky, passed through the dense shade of the big elm tree, and fell on the forehead of the thin old man, and soon disappeared.

The old man felt that there seemed to be a pair of ruthless eyes in the sky peeking at him, and he couldn't help but feel hair all over his body, knowing that the Heavenly Law had noticed him, and everything in the future would be done according to this guy's instructions.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

......

More than 20 miles northeast of Luanfeng Village.

A flash of light passed by like lightning.

Chi Shujian, who was standing on the flying boat with his hands behind his back, saw the golden light coming down from the sky, and his eyes flashed, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

In this rural area, someone actually swore a great oath to the heaven, which was an unusual thing no matter how you looked at it. This meant that the cunning little cultivator was very likely here.

As long as he was caught, all of Lin Damao's belongings, as well as his treasure that even Ye Xueyi wanted to get, would fall into his hands. And Lin Damao would also become his slave because of his oath.

Haha, a slave in the middle stage of Jindan!

Thinking of this, he suppressed his inner ecstasy, slightly adjusted the direction of advance, and accelerated the speed of flight.

Lin Damao, who was standing aside, also saw this scene and couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

"This damn bastard, he got so many benefits but still didn't leave. Could it be that he was really fascinated by the little girl whose hair hasn't even grown yet? It's a shame for cultivators!" However, when he thought of the little girl's cute and lovely appearance and the strong and upright little pigeon, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem so shameful.

"No, unless that kid has arranged a big formation in advance, he will definitely not be Chi Shujian's opponent. If he is killed by Chi Shujian, I will be a slave for life." Lin Damao's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes kept flashing.

After dozens of breaths, he secretly glanced at Chi Shujian, whose face was full of excitement, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Chi, in this remote place, someone actually swore a great oath to the heaven. There must be something wrong. I think it is very likely this kid!"