"Darling, what's wrong?"
The lady of the house said worriedly. She hurriedly stood up and went to her husband's side. "Come on, let's get to the hospital."
The man of the house raised his head. Purple, web-like blotches began appearing on his face, and one of his front teeth fell out as black blood flowed from his mouth.
"I feel like something's very wrong. My head hurts so much, and I can't see anymore."
Its flesh and snake gall had accumulated over a century. Their effects surpassed those of ten or even twenty hundred-year-old ginseng roots, and they had more and better uses than ginseng.
Because in the Past Life, it was Shi Yan who reported Zhang Zijian and his son, which led to a whole chain of events being uncovered.
Hearing this, Hua Yi's face also showed a trace of awkwardness. He naturally understood why his father had beaten him. If he hadn't caused such a mess, his father wouldn't have ended up fighting in underground boxing matches at his age.
Suddenly, a door appeared overhead. Inside it was a dazzling expanse of white, making it impossible to see what lay within.
The next day, the monks continued searching for Elder Zhihua, but the elder seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, leaving no trace behind.
"It's been so long since I saw him. Honestly, I really miss him, but I never had a good reason to visit. Things are better now—I can finally go see him openly."
Shui Qingming raised his hand. A purple golden core slowly rotated in his palm, and a vast Dragon's Might radiated from it.
He thought that the worst possible outcome was merely that the child would die without being avenged. Taking advantage of their trust and gambling on this