One person: Fusion [Luo], a completely unlicensed black doctor

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

This tall, but always somewhat timid, Taoist priest, completely disregarding the old Celestial Master beside him, suddenly burst into a tirade of curses.

"Damn it! Which bastard scared me so much?!"

"Damn! Come out and have a go if you dare!!"

A roar,

This startled the surrounding birds, causing them to take flight once again.

Tian Jinzhong, who was in a deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes.

"Rongshan?"

"Uncle Master!!"

then,

Tian Jinzhong seemed to be dreaming, still unaware of his dream. Almost instinctively, he suddenly stood up from his wheelchair...

Rongshan: !!!

Zhang Chulan's eyes twitched, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him; he seemed to...

I understand something.

Is this the deal between the Celestial Master and the Black Doctor of Quanxing Sect?

Amidst the chaos, the deals between the leaders of the righteous path and the evil forces were made silently.

Even if someone finds fault with you afterwards.

However, everyone remembered the fact that Quanxing had attacked Longhu Mountain, and all their words and ill intentions could only be suppressed in their hearts.

So to say...

Zhang Chulan owes the 'Black Doctor' a favor again.

...

This Taoist priest, who had been a cripple for half his life, rediscovered the joy of standing in his later years.

Tian Jinzhong's lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Senior brother..."

The over-100-year-old Celestial Master, unusually gentle, responded softly.

"I am here..."

Longhu Mountain, Longhu Mountain...

It is only when there are people that it can be called Longhu Mountain.

Having spent half my life cultivating the Tao, wherever my heart finds peace is my home.

Chapter 112 Field Research... Listening to Music in a Brothel?

some where,

Inside an abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with the smell of dust, and looking up, one could see black spiderwebs covering even the most obscure corners of the roof structure.

In this warehouse that has been abandoned for many years.

Strange sounds of bones dislocating kept coming...

Click——!

"what!!"

Click——!

"Oh! Yohohoho!"

Click...

"Oh no! It's flax!"

"Give me anesthesia! Give me anesthesia!"

After each sound of bones dislocating, there was a strange, high-pitched voice filled with emotion.

Bai Yuan is repositioning the bones of the person lying on the old wooden plank.

There are many people.

These people were the 'radicals' who attacked Longhu Mountain.

Because of his radical approach, he chose to confront the old master head-on.

Harboring a mindset of "no one is willing to submit to anyone else, we all have one head and two hands," they wanted to see just how strong this legendary "Peak of the Supreme" really was!

All I can say is that the radicals are indeed radicals.

Daring to fight and charge.

Practice brings true knowledge.

Conservatives, in their opposition, rarely acknowledge that radicals are radical enough.

"Alright, stop yelling like pigs being slaughtered. Just bear with it. It's just a few broken bones. A little rib soup will do the trick. It's not a serious illness!"

"You guys are really something, you're utterly shameful."

"So many strong men ganged up on a centenarian."

Bai Yuan continued with his actions, speaking to the people lying on the bed.

A Quanxing disciple with a dislocated shoulder struggled to sit up and retorted:

"No? You quack doctor, you're wronging me by saying that!"

You weren't with us then, so you don't know how powerful that old man was. When that whip struck me directly, I felt like I was knocked unconscious, like a car had crashed into me. In my dazed state, I saw my great-grandmother who had been dead for many years!

"And what about your great-grandfather?"

“My great-grandfather is still alive and can flirt with young widows at the village entrance every day. He’s in great health! Last month, I even took him to that club you recommended. He was so happy on the spot, like a grandson, and praised me for being a good kid!”

"Oh...that's good, your great-grandfather is blessed."

"What?! What's with that regretful look on your face?!"

Bai Yuan waved his hand.

"Don't think nonsense, it's absolutely impossible."

"..."

...

After treating the injured patients,

Bai Yuan made a small profit on skill points.

These people mostly have minor external injuries that don't require complicated surgery.

After leaving the large warehouse,

Bai Yuan arrived at a small room.

All the top leaders of Quanxing have gathered here.

Gong Qing, the Four Madmen, Ding Shian, the Three Corpses, the Six Thieves, the Weapon Refiner...

Upon seeing Bai Yuan arrive, Gong Qing rose from his seat, smiled, and spoke.

"Dr. Bai, thank you for your hard work. I will have someone transfer the money to your account as soon as possible."

Bai Yuan nodded.

I randomly picked a seat and sat down.

Tu Junfang, the Three Corpses, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette jumped out of the pack.

"Want one?"

Bai Yuan took the cigarette and casually said:

"I remember you don't smoke this stuff..."

He had done several missions with Tu Junfang in the past.

It's the kind of task that doesn't belong to the entire organization.

It could be considered a side job.

To earn some extra money.

After a few visits, he gradually became familiar with this guy.

He earns money to spend at the club.

Tu Junfang, on the other hand, simply likes married women!

Sometimes, when they encounter attractive customers, they'll offer to give them money for free, or even pay them out of pocket...

Lack of professional ethics.

Tu Junfang smiled, then took out a lighter and lit a spark.

"I smoke one occasionally when no one's around, but I'm not addicted."

Bai Yuan held a cigarette between his fingers and brought it closer to the light.

Tu Junfang's eyes flickered slightly.

He looked at the young man in front of him. To be honest, Bai Yuan had always given him a mysterious feeling.

When fighting with others, it always seems like there are always some tricks up one's sleeve.

Therefore,

He was genuinely curious about what this guy's 'three corpses' would be.

He didn't lay a hand on anyone, nor would he dare to do so easily... and there was no need for him to.

One to say one,

After doing a few missions with this guy,

Tu Junfang had to admit that he quite enjoyed spending time with Bai Yuan.

Simple, witty, and humorous.

He always carries a sense of indifference.

...

Xia Liuqing, holding a fan, slowly spoke at this moment:

"Sect Leader, now that everyone is here, we still need to hold this meeting. After all, the losses this time were quite significant, directly slapping Longhu Mountain in the face. If we end up with nothing, do you know the consequences?"

Gong Qing dusted off his sleeves, took a few steps forward, saw the center of the room, and said calmly:

"I know what you all want to ask?"

"This time we've succeeded. Tian Jinzhong's secret, which he's guarded for so many years, has been uncovered... Lü Liang..."

As the words fell,

Leaning to one side, Lü Liang pushed up his glasses, then raised a hand, from which a ball of blue energy rose.

"That is the secret!"

"However, the old man's memories are too vast, and I cannot process the information in a short period of time."

Xia Liuqing, "Let me give you a rough time."

Lü Liang thought for a moment,