Subdue Devil In 100 Days: Volume 4

By Nan ShanJiuCang

Rise on the Wheel Platform

Annihilation before the Spiritual Shower Pearl

Extraterritorial search for mustard seeds

Black and White Books for Interrupting Love

The boy ordered Tang Thirty-Six to find his father. In order to find his father, he and the fortune-teller Wang Heming and the Yin Yang Eyes set foot on a path that could not be turned back. Love and hate intertwined, trust and doubt intertwined, conspiracy and arrangement. For a hundred days, let's see how the three of them find their loved ones, capture demons, subdue demons, fight against the mysterious organization's wits, fight against the strong opponent to the death, and fight against the time race step by step … Waves strange cloud, the human heart is difficult to predict, who with you fight shoulder to shoulder, who with you wind and rain, who with you life and death?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: May 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648977619

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PSEUDOPTERYGIUM

CHAPTER 301 - CUT MEAT SOUP

Maybe when we went to the second high, they were already prepared to take action, but due to a coincidence, the devil s also appeared at the second high. The female ghost's strength was insufficient, and had no choice but to join forces with Tang to get rid of the devil incarnate. The female ghost and the old man realized Tang's ability and did not dare to act rashly, so they played the role of mourning lovers in the canteen.

While I was still thinking, the grandpa cut off another piece of flesh from my body. Without pain, there wouldn't be any benefit at all. If the pain was normal, I would have fainted long ago.

Seeing that the piece of meat was even bigger than before, I couldn't help but ask, Sir, can we let the meat flow in a long stream? If you cut such a big piece of meat, even if I don't feel any pain, I won't be able to hold on.

Don't talk nonsense. The wounds have already been treated, so there won't be much blood. Don't worry, you're still young, it's only right for you to suffer a bit more. You can't just watch me cut your uncle, can you?

Hmm, what I mean is that there's still a young man. This kid's physical fitness is quite good. You can cut him as well …

The old man seemed to be moved by my words, he went over to untie Dai Changle's clothes, and swiped at his naked body with his sharp blade, but did not cut anything.

Damn, you did not grind so much when you just cut my meat, why are you still not willing to let go when it's Dai Changle?

After the sharp knife moved around Dai Changle's body, the old man did not make a move. Instead, he kept the knife with a puzzled look and muttered: Weird, this kid is so weird, could it be that it's because of Qing …

Before he could finish his sentence, a shiny dagger shot towards the grandpa like a bolt of lightning!

The dagger came so fast that I didn't have time to think about what he had just said. I held my breath and stared at it.

This was Tang's dagger.

The old man raised the sharp knife in his hand and slashed at the dagger. The huge impact caused the old man's body to tilt and almost fall to the ground. The middle-aged man picked up a ladle and chopped at the dagger.

It was clear that the old man did not expect a small dagger to have such power. The dagger seemed to have a life of its own as it scuttled back and forth in the room, continuously attacking the old man and the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the dagger was too powerful, the big uncle pulled the ground to protect himself, while the middle age man also used Dai Changle as a shield, and the two retreated to the wall, using Dai Changle and his big uncle as cover, and started hiding like a turtle.

Dagger finally stopped. At the same time, the door opened and a towering figure appeared before them.

With great difficulty, he raised his head to look at Tang, and said weakly: Bro, you're finally here, I've been violated by these two bastards …

The dagger returned to Tang. He stood between me, the uncle, and the middle-aged man, his entire body filled with killing intent as he faced the two bastards.

It was only then that the old grandpa pushed his first uncle away, and looked at Tang who was in front of him with a face full of suspicion: How could you come in? That's impossible, this Spell Array, forget about your cultivation, even if it was a True God Buddha, it would still not be able to break through forcefully …

The middle-aged man was also stunned, he muttered: Could it be that this brat's strength far surpasses Black Lama's?

He mentioned a person, Black Lama.

The grandpa quickly interrupted, Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Tang asked one word at a time, Who is Black Lama?

That's what I wanted to ask.

The old man did not answer, his face was filled with vigilance and nervousness, Tang did not continue asking, the stalemate lasted for more than 10 seconds, then the old man's gaze landed on me.

After that, a look of realization appeared on his face, he nodded and pointed at me: I understand, no wonder Jian Nanshan hasn't lost his consciousness yet, so that's how it is, so that's how it is … …

Great sir, what do you understand? Can you tell me so that I understand?

The middle-aged man asked my question.

The old man explained: Jian Nanshan, you have been maintaining your consciousness this entire time, but from the looks of your soul, you should have been infected since long ago. Logically speaking, after you entered this Spell Array, it would be impossible for you to maintain your consciousness. I didn't figure it out before, but now I understand. You haven't gotten sick at all, and you're pretending to be stupid, right?"

What is this old fogey saying? If I could choose, I would rather have lost consciousness long ago. That way, I wouldn't have to watch my uncle and the others eat what they spit out. I wouldn't have to personally watch the grandpa cut off the meat on my body to make soup.

Seeing that Tang and I did not react, the fellow continued to speak, "That's right, it must be so. Your soul seems to have been corroded, but in truth, the corrosion that you have suffered and the corrosion of Wang Heeming and the other patients are two completely different matters, your soul being damaged, is not because you are sick, but because you have deliberately plotted against yourself. Child Life Tang Shituo, I also know why you were able to force your way into the Spell Array, it is because of Jian Nanshan.

Tang extended his palm, gently clapped his hands, and nodded.

Tang, what do you mean?

By the time I asked, I already knew what had happened.

It was no wonder that Tang had not appeared for a long time.

It's no wonder that after my first uncle and Dai Changle fell ill, they lost their consciousness after entering the Spell Array, while I still maintained my clarity of mind.

That's because what happened to my soul was completely different from what happened to Dai Changle and Big Uncle.

Perhaps they looked the same as the two of them. Their souls were scarred after being corroded, and they had lost all sense of pain.

But in reality, my soul wasn't invaded by the Maze Meat, and what I had suffered from, was Tang Shituo's actions on my body.

He tampered with me to make me look like my brother-in-law.

When the uncle and the middle-aged man lose their vigilance towards me, they will trigger the preparations that were made for me in advance, and then the Spell Array will be opened from the inside, allowing him to enter the array.

Tang had his back to me, and he looked so unfamiliar with his tall and straight body.

I have experienced something similar before, when I was still in the Wan Yuan.

At that time, in order to let me be the bait to lure out the Lizard Monster that was hiding underground, my first uncle had left a palm print on my legs, making me lose consciousness, so I couldn't even feel them being bitten by the Lizard Monster. First uncle then, they killed the Lizard Monster, and they did the same thing to Tang, causing Tang to fall into the river, and thus getting rid of big brother Lizard Monster.

And now, Tang has used the same method on me.

There was an indescribable feeling in my heart, the feeling that I was being used as a tool by the people I trusted the most. In order to achieve their goals, I didn't care about whether I lived or died.

His first uncle was like this, as was Tang.

Even though their starting point was very noble, their first uncle wanted to eradicate the Lizard Monster that was lurking in the reverse flow of the river. Tang wanted to deal with the old man and the middle-aged man, as well as the powers behind them.

However, he still felt uncomfortable with this sort of thing happening to him.

Tang did not say a word, his aloof and proud figure seemed like a stranger, wielding his dagger as he approached the old man and the middle aged man. The two of them did not seem to be proficient with their moves, all of their faces were trembling with fear, but in front of Tang, the two of them did not have the strength to fight back.

Walking up to the two, Tang pointed his dagger at them as he released his killing intent. The two of them knelt down at the same time, and Tang whispered: Who is Black Lama?

The middle-aged man raised his head and was about to answer when the old man suddenly glared at him.

One second later, the middle-aged man's body drooped down powerlessly. He fell to the ground and quickly turned into a pool of blood.

I knew that the middle-aged man's death was not because the old man could kill with his eyes, but because his body had long since stopped functioning. His body was covered in countless bone-deep wounds.

The old man glared at the middle aged man, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water as he provocatively looked at Tang.

This old brat was not going to explain.

Tang took another step forward and slowly placed his right hand on the old man's head.

A few seconds later, Tang retracted his right hand. The old man's face was filled with terror as he asked: What the f * ck did you do to me?

Tang did not reply. Instead, he raised the dagger in his hand and cut off the old man's head. The old man's round head rolled to my side and he still maintained his terrified expression.

With great difficulty, he stood up and looked at the unfamiliar Tang. After killing the old man, Tang did not put away his dagger.

F * ck, it's fine if this brat was scheming against me, but now he wants to kill me to keep my mouth shut? Is this still the Tang that I know?

Tang raised his dagger, but did not swing it towards me, instead, he faced the old man's corpse which had lost its balance, and hacked down with the blade, removing the old man's right arm.

He swung the sword again, this time with his left arm.

...

A few minutes later, Tang had actually mercilessly dismembered the old man's corpse …

After that, Tang who was covered in blood picked up the old man's broken limbs and threw it into the big pot in the kitchen. He also picked up the head beside me and threw it into the pot, at the same time, he did not forget to add some water.

The Tang from before made me feel unfamiliar.

The current Tang has made me feel fear.

After finishing all the work of dismembering and dismembering the corpse, Tang turned around and stared at me. For a moment, I didn't dare meet his gaze, afraid that this brat would fall into the demonic path and even cook me.

He didn't cook me.

Tang walked towards me, walking extremely slowly, as though every step he took weighed more than a thousand kilograms.

In a few short steps, he had walked for half a century.

Finally arriving at my side, Tang said expressionlessly: Nanshan, ever since Loongxu's death, when I cut off my lust, my heart was as firm as a rock. At that time, things were still unclear, but those patients in the hospital, as well as Sir and Dai Changle, were always in danger, do you understand?

I understand, of course I understand, to give up personal feelings for the sake of righteousness.

Last night when I investigated this Tibetan Restaurant house, I could only sense that there were extremely powerful Spell Array s here, but I could not figure out how they were able to enter. Thus, while you were sleeping, I used a technique to harm your soul, and tried my best to fake your soul to look like a patient's damaged. And then, as expected, you used the arrangement that was set up on your body to open the Gate of Life from inside the Spell Array, and then entered the Spell Array, and annihilated this pair of trash.

Oh, I understand. You don't need to talk about the details. Even if you did, I wouldn't understand. I answered without expression.

Tang shook his head, wanting to say something but hesitated.

Finally, he asked me for a cigarette, which made him choke with tears, and after one cigarette he lit another, and after two in a row, he put his head in his hands and cried.

F * ck, you tricked me, and now you're still crying in front of me?

I want to cry.

Unexpectedly, Tang could not stop crying.

It was as if he was the one who was being tricked, and the one who was at a disadvantage was him, and the one who had two pieces of flesh cut off was also him.

When the brat started crying, he looked even more heartbroken than a woman, making me feel awkward. I immediately asked, Tang, why are you crying so miserably?

Tang choked with emotions: Nanshan, do you really think I have cut off my lust? Do you think I really have no feelings? Do you think I feel good about putting you in danger? I let you enter the Spell Array, wasn't it to find a chance to save your uncle? Wasn't it for you? I just tortured and killed that old thing because he cut off two pieces of your flesh. If you were me, what would you do? I'll tell you in advance what my plan is. How much of a chance do you think they'll fall for your clumsy acting?"

I didn't blame him anymore. I understood that he had put in a lot of effort and effort and at the same time, knew that this brat had not completely cut off his lust, at least I could feel that the handsome and handsome boy beside him cared about me, cared about our friendship.

If I were Tang, I might not be able to handle the old man and the middle aged man that beautifully. The most likely possibility is that my big uncle and the others are all dead, and I still have not found a way to enter the Spell Array.

Enough, enough. I got it. Don't f * cking cry anymore.

Tang gradually stopped crying, while his first uncle and Dai Changle slowly woke up. Seeing that his first uncle had woken up, Tang immediately stood up and turned around, secretly wiping his tears that had yet to dry, and stepped on the two cigarette butts under his feet at the same time.

First Uncle looked around at his surroundings, then looked at Dai Changle and me to ask where we are.

This is the Tibetan Restaurant from before. First Uncle, are you alright?

First uncle lit a cigarette, rubbed his head and patted Dai Changle who was beside him. The two of them looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

Nanshan, I'm fine now, I remember now, yesterday Changle and I were having noodles here, after dinner, we prepared to contact each other, and I just realised that I was struck by something, and then, as for the things that happened afterwards, I could not make sense of it, and I felt that I was muddleheaded, that my brain was not sharp enough, that my IQ was dropping rapidly, it was just like your performance over this period of time.

Everything about me.

Dai Changle asked: What smell? Does it smell so disgusting?

I sniffed with all my might. In the kitchen pot, the grandpa's broken limbs were cooking soup. At this moment, the smell was extremely disgusting and unbearable.

Then, sirens sounded outside the door.

CHAPTER 302 - DANBIAZONE

After the police arrived and saw the scene in front of their eyes, they did not inquire any further. Presumably Tang had already warned them repeatedly that the things that happened during this period of time was not something that ordinary police forces could handle or deal with.

After a brief inquiry, the police motioned us to leave.

Just as he stood up, a heart-wrenching pain came from his abdomen …

First uncle. Dai Changle and my soul quickly recovered, the pain had also been healed. Correspondingly, the pain from the two blades in my abdomen that were cut by the old grandpa came back to me, causing my first uncle to immediately apply the medicinal ointment. Everyone sat in police cars and rushed back to the People's Hospital.

Before we even reach the hospital, Dr Han already called and told us that those patients had recovered in a short period of time and were currently undergoing reexamination. If nothing went wrong, they could be discharged very soon and Dr Han's own illness would quickly recover.

This was naturally because Tang had killed the old man. The old man was the direct culprit behind this bizarre infectious disease, but he was not the mastermind.

The culprit was a guy called Black Lama.

That guy, had once slapped the old man in the face when I was talking nonsense with him, and then quickly left. Only after that did Tang enter the Spell Array and kill the old man.

I also understood that Maze Meat s, who were mentioned by devil before, were the flesh of living people.

First Uncle remembered that he had written something on a piece of paper. He said that after he finished eating the noodles, he felt that something was wrong and quickly wrote the two words Maze Meat before holding the paper in his hand. He had forgotten about what happened afterwards.

After explaining what happened to his uncle and Dai Changle, in order to protect Tang, I didn't mention that Tang had used me to open the Spell Array's life gate. I only said that Tang and I had long planned for me to come out and investigate Tibetan Restaurant and Tang would support us from the shadows.

After his first uncle heard this, he asked doubtfully, Nanshan, why did you also get sick and still have consciousness? Yet Dai Changle and I became idiots?

Well, this might be related to the power that Huanxi had left in my body.

This statement isn't completely bullsh * tty. When facing the old man and the middle-aged man, the back of my neck really does feel itchy, and my brain feels a lot more nimble.

To be able to see through the old man's scheme, it might really be related to the power Huanxi had left behind.

There was one more thing that I couldn't make out. When the grandpa was about to cut Dai Changle's flesh with a sharp knife, he said something weird — Strange, this kid is so weird, could it be that Qing …

Before he could finish speaking, Tang had already rushed into the Spell Array to launch an attack.

It was obvious that the old grandpa found out about Dai Changle's secret and thought that he was not a simple person.

I already knew that something was wrong with Dai Changle, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Every time I found some clues, my first uncle would always side with him, preventing me from investigating further.

It was the same this time. Just as I repeated what the grandpa had said, the eldest uncle waved his hand and said that everyone was tired and it was time to go back and rest.

When he returned to the People's Hospital, Cory was extremely busy. He was not busy taking care of the patients, but rather, he was busy rechecking the patients and completing the discharge procedures.

The Dr Han smiled as he came over and shook hands, and said: "Sir, thank you. Although I do not know what you have done specifically, I understand that these patients, including myself, have suddenly recovered without being treated. They are directly related to you.

His first uncle immediately shook his head and pointed at Tang: Old Han, don't thank me. This time, I was also involved, it was both Tang, Tang and Nanshan who made a plan to destroy a group that was trying to spread the disease, and succeeded in saving everyone, and also saved me.

Dr Han looked at Tang and I with a face full of respect, saying with heartfelt gratitude, "Young heroes truly come out, thank you for your assistance! Nanshan, are you alright?

I'm in trouble, I've got two cuts on my stomach.

However, First Uncle had already helped me apply the medicine and didn't bother the hospital. After exchanging a few words with Dr Han, he took us to leave the Dr Han and left the hospital.

Even though the problem in front of me had been solved, the mastermind behind it all had yet to appear. My heart still felt uneasy as I pulled Tang to the side to ask him who the Black Lama was, since he had searched the grandpa's soul before, and had definitely grasped some important information.

However, Tang shook his head and said: That old man does not know much about the Black Lama. Or rather, the memories of the Black Lama in his soul, have been tampered with, and the results of the soul search, could be said to be completely useless. He only knows that there is a person called 'Black Lama' present. It's just that the male lead is not the old grandpa, and the old grandpa also heard that he and the female ghost did not have much interaction. The young lady in the cafeteria had long since died because of an illness, and the old grandpa was only pretending to mourn the female ghost, but the female ghost was kind and did not have anything to do with the Maze Meat.

Oh, I see.

Tang, is Black Lama very powerful? It's not easy to tamper with the soul, is it? I told Tang about a fellow who was suspected to be a Black Lama who had once slapped the old man across the shop.

Tang nodded his head and said: "It should be, the person you are talking about, could very likely be the Black Lama. Looking at the way they use Maze Meat s to harm people, it is very possible that their understanding towards the soul has reached a level that we have never come into contact with before. At least, with my experience, what they have done, is definitely not possible.

One more thing, when the old man talked about how if he could control the soul of a city, and master so many subordinates that didn't feel any pain at all, he was taught a lesson by someone who was suspected to be from Black Lama, why do you think that is so?

Tang frowned slightly, then asked with a serious face: They want to build an army?

Without our intervention, according to the rate at which those patients were infected, there was a high probability that a large number of patients in Lhasa would continue to be infected.

These people, their souls will be eroded, they will lose their sense of pain, they will become the tools of others …

Yes, a group of people who felt no pain and were controlled would be a terrifying force to be reckoned with.

Was this the goal of the Black Lama team?

To be able to control such an army, although it was not invincible, but its combat strength could not be ignored.

What is the Black Lama doing?

Just as they were discussing, the voice of their first uncle sounded from behind them.

His name is Danbi Jianzan, a Russian West Mongolian, a tyrant of the early Qing Dynasty. He was a famous bandit, a north-western warlord, a cruel and capricious man, and in 1910 he rushed to Xinjiang and took advantage of the time when our country was suffering from internal and external problems to quickly rise up. He took control of an army.

I turned my head to look at my first uncle. I smiled awkwardly and said, First uncle, are you done?

Eldest Uncle ignored me and continued. In 1914, the Russian government learned that the atrocities had been committed and that the Russian authorities had dispatched a large force to capture them and send them to a Russian prison. Three years later, in 1917, the Black Lama successfully escaped the prison and took in a group of fugitives.

In 1919, after being defeated, they fled to Xinjiang and became bandits, becoming the most vicious and powerful bandit group in Xinjiang. In 1919, after being defeated, they fled to Xinjiang and became the most ferocious and most powerful bandit group, Yang Xianxin was their sworn enemy, and he mobilized a large number of troops to encircle and annihilate the Black Lama, who knew that he was unable to match up with the regular army and retreated all the way to the uninhabited region of Xinjiang, Gansu and Inner Mongolia, the Black Gobi, where they plundered caravans along the way and set up a tent in the uninhabited region. "

Until 1924, when the cruel atrocities of the Black Lama provoked the wrath of the Heavens, causing the government to be unable to bear it any longer. Finally, under the conquest of the Outer Mongolia Regular Army, the former Soviet KGB and the Xinjiang Army, the Multinational Force finally defeated the Black Lama. When the Black Lama and his men were escorted back to the Outer Mongolia for trial, they passed through the Red Stone Valley, the undying Black Lama brazenly launched a counterattack, and the final battle finally arrived.

After battling day and night, the Black Lama was beheaded on the spot. More than six hundred of his captives returned to the Outer Mongolia. The most terrifying thing is that more than six hundred of the captured soldiers actually managed to kill more than two thousand elite soldiers.

This is the Black Lama that I know of, Danbi Jianzan. He is the formidable figure of an era, the nightmare of our country's people in the Northwest, Outer Mongolia, Russia and many other countries. Rumor has it that the six hundred odd soldiers he brought are all extremely brave and battle-ready. "Danbi Jianzan, the formidable figure of an era, the nightmare of our people in the Northwest, Outer Mongolia, Russia and many other countries.

"Also, in the early days of Black Lama, Danbi Jianzan studied in Tibet and was expelled from the temple due to a lack of good intentions, which allowed him to gain access to heaven and earth. In that era of war and chaos, the Black Lama who did not have any wealth or background was able to use his own strength to form a powerful army.

After saying that, First Uncle lit up a cigarette, and patted Tang and I on the shoulders. After a long while, he said: Prepare yourselves, what we are facing, is very likely to be enemies that are closely related to the real in the history of Black Lama. This person's cultivation level is unheard-of, if he were to succeed, it will definitely cause a bloodbath.

I sucked in a breath of cold air. None of the enemies I've met before could be as ambitious as me.

Even if this Black Lama didn't have any relations to the historical Black Lama, he was still considered strong. His control over his soul to such an extent was truly shocking.

If he was to create an army that did not feel any pain, how much death and killing would he bring?

Even the opponent that I fear the most, the one with the strongest power known to date, boss of Tianlun Platform, doesn't seem to have this kind of ambition.

After all, Tianlun Platform was not a regular army, it was just a relatively casual organization with relatively low discipline.

The Seventh Warrior s under the Tianlun Platform had all been annihilated, and the remaining boss, no matter how strong he was, would only be a lone wolf in battle.

If Tang had not taken care of the old man previously, those dozens of patients whose souls had been corroded, they would have become the tools of the Black Lama now, right?

Although, in today's society, the organization of hundreds of people cannot match the regular army at all, but what if the number continues to rise? What if everyone was not afraid of pain or death? What if he could control so many residents of Lhasa?

They will become an extremely destructive force, causing irreversible damage and damage to our beautiful Snow Region Plateau.

He had to kill it in its bud!

I couldn't help but applaud Tang's actions. He sacrificed the least (Two pieces of flesh were cut off from my stomach) in exchange for the greatest benefit.

CHAPTER 303 - WONDERFUL HANDS AND HEARTS

After studying, everyone agreed that the opponent was too crazy, far more than anyone we have ever come into contact with. First Uncle immediately contacted the Commissioner, requesting her to contact the local high ranking military and police personnel, Tang was also busy making calls, even Dai Changle pretended to make two calls, as though he was seeking help.

Afterwards, First Uncle contacted Lu Huaizhen and Luo Luoyi, these two current experts were naturally duty-bound. Lu Huaizhen had always considered it his responsibility to erase all evil spirits in the world, and subdue all evil spirits in the world. As the former head of the seven masters of the Southern Champion world, Luo Luoyi also understood the danger and terror of the enemy this time, and the two of them indicated that they should hurry over.

To prevent Lin Baogu from seeing the two of them fighting, his first uncle did not inform Elder Lin.

Nanshan, think of a way to contact Feng Beishui, that girl is very powerful and has a family background, the last time you went to Chengdu, Feng Tian and the Xiao Jiu must have had a deep relationship with them, call them over too, we cannot underestimate them.

No problem. He took out his phone and realized that he didn't have Feng Beishui's contact method. Her WeChat Sister is a goddess had already deleted me long ago, and she didn't reply to his verification.

As for Feng Tian and Xiao Jiu, these two people didn't even talk to me. Feng Tian and Tang were really unhappy and almost fought to death.

But even if we do not have the help of these experts, our lineup is still rather strong. Black Lama, regardless if you are real or not, you will have to pay the price.

Yesterday, he saw the devil's symbol. Today, the old man and the middle-aged man died.

After discussing the strategy, Uncle Tang and the rest were almost done with calling for reinforcements. Although we have an unprecedented formidable lineup of reinforcements, we can tell that everyone has an uneasy look on their faces.

Nanshan, let's go to the Second Higher Education for now and look at the female ghost. Although Tang said that the female ghost is not related to the old man, I am still worried.

Afterwards, we rushed to the Second High School's cafeteria. As soon as we entered the cafeteria, our First Uncle sighed softly.

What are you sighing about?

Haven't you noticed? First uncle pointed to the dining hall.

I looked over, the floor that Feng Beishui smashed yesterday had already been repaired, there aren't many students in the cafeteria. This spot is mostly for self-study after eating lunch, but I can see that there are flies inside the cafeteria.

There weren't many flies, just a few circling in the air. They didn't disperse even when they saw people approaching, only flew a little higher.

The student who was eating soup beside him complained to the student opposite him, Why is there a fly in our canteen? Wasn't there none in the past?

How would I know? I didn't come over for lunch today, but now there's one …

Ignoring the two students who were eating slowly, we wandered around the cafeteria, went into the kitchen, and found no sign of the ghost.

That long-haired female ghost was the guardian of the second high for many years. Yesterday, she teamed up with us to take care of the devil's avatar, but I wonder where she has gone to now? Was her departure related to the old man's death?

Not knowing why, Tang and First Uncle also couldn't explain why the female ghost left the canteen. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Second Uncle's side, Big Uncle said that I was seriously injured, so they decided to return to the hospital to recuperate.

First Uncle, didn't you say that the treatment methods at the hospital wouldn't be of much help to my injuries?

If I tell you to go back to the hospital, then go back obediently. Those people at the People's Hospital are really not bad. They're young and beautiful, and their attitudes are also …

Tang did not object, but Dai Changle's eyes shone even more as he said that his stomach was not feeling well, and prepared to wash it.

Nonsense, can you feel comfortable eating such a disgusting thing?

Returning to the People's Hospital, when Doctor Han Ying saw us, he took the initiative to arrange a double ward for us. He said that most of the patients had already been discharged and that the ward was sufficient.

This is not a hotel room.

Dr Han personally helped me apply the medicine. The cotton gauze, bandages, and alcohol were washed for a long time, and he even praised my First Uncle for giving me such a good drug. He told me not to worry, just eat well.

First Uncle and Dai Changle went to wash my stomach. Dr Han finished applying the medicine for me, and indicated that I was really tired. I first went to lie down for a while, and then called out to him when I had something else to do. Only Tang and I were left in the sickroom.

Tang, who did you call that time? When he thought about how his first uncle mentioned about the Black Lama, Tang called for help. This brat had basically not called anyone, and he did not even know what he was doing with his phone, but his phone was already being used as a watch.

Tang slightly smiled and said: Naturally, it's to find help.

I found a few helpers. Is that good? When will they be coming?

Not yet.

...

First Uncle came back from washing his stomach and I asked Dai Changle where he was. He said that this fuerdai was having a good chat with other departments and was preparing to do another gastroscope to get a B-scan.

Sir, Nanshan, you two stay here for a while, I'll go out first. Tang pushed open the door, and didn't say where he was going.

Nanshan, tell me, what else have you hidden from me today? Eldest Uncle asked without batting an eyelid.

He was simply an old cunning fox. Even though he had been tricked and lost all of his consciousness, he could still see that I had not revealed anything and had concealed the fact that Tang had used me to enter the Spell Array.

First uncle, don't ask anymore. Aren't we all fine now?

No, First Uncle shook his head, his face full of worry. After a few seconds of silence, he pointed to his chin and said, Why do I feel that my jaw is so sore? Did my mouth get slapped by that grandpa?

At that time, he and Dai Changle were eating in an exaggerated fashion, to the point that even his chin had been dislocated. The food in his mouth flowed down to the table, and after I helped them reset it, the two of them picked up the food on the table and ate it. The scene was extremely disgusting.

In order to take care of my uncle's image as an expert, I didn't tell him the truth. I just pretended that I didn't know anything and told him not to ask.

First uncle nodded and pinched his chin, no longer bothering with this question.

After a day of fatigue, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I was highly nervous when facing the enemy. Now, I rarely had the chance to relax. My eyelids felt especially heavy.

Eldest Uncle, I need to get some sleep first …

[10 September, sixty days countdown to Tang Shituo's life]

When I opened my eyes, I saw an old face very close to mine. I was so shocked that I immediately retreated a few dozen centimeters before realizing that it was my uncle's face.

First Uncle was sitting next to the bed, very close to me, his eyes bloodshot, his face tired, a few silver strands growing out of his temples.

I was just sleeping. Why does it look like my uncle has aged a lot over the course of a night?

Uncle, are you alright?

First Uncle laughed and said with a tired voice: I'm fine, I'm preparing to leave the hospital. Nanshan, check if your body is fully recovered.

I nodded and lifted my clothes to look at my stomach.

The two pieces of flesh that the grandpa had cut off on his stomach had actually been restored. There was no skin or flesh missing, not even a scar remained.

As if I wasn't the one who got two cuts yesterday.

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but looking at my uncle's tired expression, I understood that my injuries were healed by him. Furthermore, he had spent a lot of effort to treat it.

Uncle, thank you.

Scram, don't be so polite with me. When I get old and can't walk anymore, just remember to give me some wine. I won't treat you like my own son in vain.

Uncle's voice was still tired, and my eyes reddened. Facing Uncle in front of me, my heart was filled with endless emotions.

It's true that First Uncle has always seen me as his own son and taught me how to be a good person. Although last time at Old House Town, he used Tang and I to attract Lizard Monster s, I can understand his painstaking efforts.

The Lizard Monster is cultivating there, its strength progress is extremely fast, and every year, we will kill an offering. First Uncle is using us, and he is only acting on behalf of the heavens, so for the sake of the Dao, it is inevitable that he will make the necessary sacrifices. Furthermore, Tang and I are both alive and well, and don't have any life or death worries, what reason do I have to hate First Uncle for?

I also don't want to say inflammatory words, take out a cigarette for my uncle to light, said that in the future will be very good filial piety him.

Dai Changle was still sleeping soundly on the sickbed. Seeing him, I recalled what the old man said yesterday. The old man said that Dai Changle was very weird and said Ling, but in the end, I did not manage to get any more clues.

Tang pushed the door and entered. Seeing that I had woken up, he came over and said: Sir, Nanshan, I'll bring you guys to meet two people.

Who is it?

My two uncles, Sir, one of them is a tall brother of the Uncle Wu.

Hearing that, the first uncle immediately stood up, sweeping away the tiredness on his face. Oh? There was actually a descendant in the Lao Wu? The heavens have eyes …"

First Uncle and Tang had mentioned Uncle Wu more than once. First Uncle had called him Lao Wu and had once granted him a 32 years of lifespan and the death of a Moon God. First Uncle had said that Lao Wu had already passed away.

Tang had also mentioned that he had two extremely powerful uncles.

Dai Changle who was at the side also woke up, and asked where we were going.

After getting up and washing up, my body had already recovered, so I went to find Dr Han to complete the discharge procedures. Old Han's eye circles had turned even darker, it seems like he didn't rest last night, he was on duty at the hospital, how could he sleep well? The patient's condition changed rapidly, but he didn't dare to be careless.

Of course, the media would not report that the Dr Han was an outstanding doctor who had dedicated himself to medical work. They would not praise his noble medical ethics or his superb medical skills.

In the eyes of the media, this was something a doctor should do.

On the contrary, a good doctor would be infinitely magnified by the unscrupulous media if he made even the slightest slip up. He would not hesitate to use all sorts of vulgar words to belittle the doctor in order to gain his eyesight.

This is the status quo of our medical industry, I think it is really sad.

Doctors don't know much about doctors, and excellent doctors don't have much time left. Their bodies and minds have long since been overdrawn during the night surgery when they were young and on shift duty. They live in hospitals with the densest number of pathogens, and their immune systems have already been corroded by countless germs …

Like Doctor Han Ying in front of him, although his soul color was a lot lighter than that of a normal person, he was still struggling at work, giving his life for the safety of his patients, competing with death gods and fighting against illness.

CHAPTER 304 - TWO UNCLES

Dr Han heard that I was going to be discharged, and immediately said: "Nanshan, don't be in such a hurry to leave, stay here for another two days. Although your illness isn't severe, you will still need to take rest, and you will need to change your treatment for at least seven to eight more times.

I took off my clothes and showed Dr Han my stomach.

Holy shit, are these the muscles in Hua Tuo's superb hands? Seeing that the wound on my stomach had already been completely healed, without even a scar left behind, Han Ying asked in disbelief.

I don't know if it's the rebirth of Hua Tuo, but I have a good uncle anyway. I pointed proudly at my uncle.

Dr Han nodded his head: Alright, as soon as you are discharged, I will leave the hospital. I already knew that you two were not ordinary people, especially Mr Heeming and Tang, the temperament that you two have, is too special.

Dr Han Spiritual Sense were powerful, they could sense that their First Uncle was different from the rest.

After completing the procedures and leaving the hospital, Tang walked in the front, as he found it hard to conceal his excitement, and told us to leave quickly.

What are you doing, Tang, slow down … Dai Changle said absentmindedly.

To visit my uncles. When Tang mentioned his uncle, the pride on his face was similar to when a rich second generation boasted about their father's name.

The Tang who was usually calm, had actually lost his composure like this. I had developed a strong interest for the two uncles he mentioned.

Dai Changle quickened his pace and maintained a consistent pace with Tang. The two of them whispered at the front, probably asking Tang about the two awesome uncles.

Coming out from the People's Hospital, walking east for a few meters, they arrived at a North and South street. Tang pointed at the street: This is the youth road, we are almost there, Sir, Nanshan, you two hurry up.

Tang was still excited, and he was in high spirits.

First Uncle, who are the two uncles that Tang spoke of?

I don't know either, but one of them is an old friend of mine, so I'm quite interested.

First Uncle had very high opinions of Lao Wu, and had repeatedly revealed his admiration for this mysterious Lao Wu. Now that the Lao Wu was no longer around, it was a fortunate thing to be able to see his noble demeanor.

They walked south along the youth road. After passing the God Power Times Square, the originally excited Tang became silent.

The cautious Tang kept a low profile and slowed his pace. After passing through an ancient alley, he would be able to see the golden roof of the Great Chaotic Temple.

Tang said in a low voice: This is Dan Jie Lin Lane, my two uncles are just around the corner. Nanshan, Changle, don't speak carelessly when we arrive, they are both good people, but they have bad tempers and they are a little too big, you must not to anger them.

This is the first time I've seen Tang display such feelings towards others. Respect, reverence, and it was as if he was treading on thin ice.

When facing Lu Huaizhen, Feng Tian and the others, Tang was not timid at all. He could not help but think, why are these two uncles so powerful? scaring the arrogant Tang to such a state?

After walking for a while in the old Dan Jie Lin Lane, Tang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Not far in front of him was an antique shop called Voyage House.

Looking at Tang's attitude, his two uncles should be in this antique shop, the antique shop's outer appearance did not seem to be anything special, the curtain door was half pulled down, just like most antique shops, the light was dim, maybe there was a different world inside?

Tang took a few deep breaths, as if he was trying to calm his churning heart, causing us to feel nervous too. He thought to himself, my nephew is meeting his uncle, is there really a need to be like that?

After a few minutes, Tang seemed to have finally made his decision. He turned around and looked at First Uncle and me, and the two of us gave him an encouraging look. He then nodded resolutely and walked towards the antique shop with big strides.

Dai Changle consciously kept up with us and followed a few meters behind Tang.

When he arrived at the roller shutter door that was half pulled down, Tang reached out with his right hand and used his knuckles to lightly tap on the door. The knocking sounds were long and short, both short and long with a lot of rhythm.

The door opened.

However, Tang didn't see anyone open the door. He turned his head to look at us and signaled us to follow him in.

After entering, the door slowly pulled down until it reached the ground, completely isolating the antique shop from the bustling Octagon Street outside.

What entered his eyes was a long and narrow room. There was a light in the room, and the dim yellow light was swaying back and forth. It was not very stable.

The two sides of the room were filled with all sorts of antiques. Most of them were works of art related to Tibetan Buddhism, and from time to time, they would contain a few bronzes, or other antiques that were passed down from the Han Dynasty.

On the walls hung several Tangka, all of which looked very old, like paper or cloth Tangka, but the image of the Buddha Bodhisattva still shone brightly. This was the image left behind by the mineral pigments used to paint Tangka, which had not faded for a long time.

The shelves were filled with clay statues of different sizes, called wiped Buddha, which was a type of molded clay Buddha from Tibet. Of course, in Southeast Asia, Mongolia, Xinjiang, Qinghai and other places, there were also a few unearthed statues.

The square inch size of the clay sculpture, the Buddha's Bodhisattva, the Heavenly King Rui and the others could all be clearly seen, and the fragrance of the earth could still be smelt. These Scrubs were mainly made from the pagodas, and after the followers of Tibetan Buddhism (including their own sect) made them using the scrubbed models, they placed them within the white pagoda and, due to the wind blowing and rain, struck the earth, causing disasters and even the collapse of the white pagoda, allowing the Scrubs hidden within to be once again seen in the light of day, picked up to be offered up for worship.

Other than the various types of buddha, there were also many gold and copper statues, stone sculptures, and wooden sculptures. With my eyesight, I could only tell that most of these were real items.

He looked at his first uncle. He wanted to ask his first uncle about the matter, but his first uncle was staring at the end of the room.

I looked over and saw two people sitting across from each other in the dim light at the far end of the room.

But I didn't see anyone when I walked in the door.

The two of them seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Or perhaps, Spell Array was set up beside them?

They did not dare to use their Yin Yang Eye to observe them. Presumably, these two were Tang's uncles.

The two of them sat down with their heads lowered, ignoring us, Tang walked forward while the rest of us followed behind.

Their temperament was quite unique. As we got closer, I started to carefully observe these two masters.

The one on the left was dressed in casual long hemp. He didn't seem to be more than thirty years old. He was elegant, relaxed, and had an extraordinary bearing. Judging from his profile, he was quite handsome.

The one on the right was dressed in a black Chinese tunic with the collar and sleeves of his snow-white shirt exposed. He was about my age, no more than a year or two older than me.

The two were playing chess.

We didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, these two people didn't even look at us properly, and didn't intentionally display their strength, but the pressure they gave me was definitely not below Lu Huaizhen's.

Suddenly, Brother Xiaoshuai, who was wearing a black chinese suit on the right, picked up the chess piece that had just fallen and said in a low voice: I made a mistake, repent.

People did not regret playing, but this person did not have any knowledge of this aspect. He carefully observed the chessboard after he recalled the chess pieces.

The slightly older man on the left shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Soon after, the middle mountain suit on the right fell off once more, while the man on the left frowned, using his hands to support his cheeks. He was thinking of a countermeasure.

The two of them had a rare haughty and extraordinary demeanor. With a raise of their hands, they were able to detect the aura of a Grandmaster. I was astonished by what I saw, and at the same time, I began to pay attention to the chess board.

It was a board fifteen by fifteen, covered in black and white.

At first glance, he thought it was a Go. But upon closer inspection, he realized it was a Go.

The two continued to play chess. You will be the next one to be considered for half a day, and you will also be the next one to frown and ponder …

Despite their unique identities and extraordinary bearing, I could see some clues from the chessboard.

That's right, this was the simplest form of chess, and there was no prohibition.

For this kind of Go that had no rules, it could be said that the one who was in the vanguard would definitely win.

Counting the number, the long-sleeved man on the left side who used the white piece became taller. It was Zhongshan's turn to play the game of chess. In other words, the long-sleeved man had taken the initiative in the game of chess.

The problem was that the man in the gown was clearly at a disadvantage. Judging from the current situation and the rules without any restrictions, if he didn't take three steps, the man in the gown would surely lose.

However, Hei Zi's Zhongshan Dress had given up its huge advantage. It left a son far away from the Tianyuan position. The long-sleeved man found an opening and retaliated.

This kind of simple chess game, due to the lack of restrictions, the long-sleeved man's white piece was the first to go, Zhongshan dressed in black didn't take advantage of the opportunity and would lose very quickly.

However, after looking at it for a few minutes, the man unexpectedly gave up on such a good opportunity to retaliate, and casually left behind a son far away.

After watching for a while, I realized that the two of them were either completely novices who didn't know how to play chess, or they had done it on purpose.

The black dress had three sons, but the man in the white dress didn't seem to care and simply dropped them somewhere else. In the end, the man in black couldn't see the obvious and once again gave up the chance to win …

Damn it, Tang, your two uncles are acting like masters from another world, hiding under the antiques shop's dim light to play chess, at least there's a match with nutrition, what is this?

Finally, the man in the long gown seized the opportunity. He dropped the key piece, and the four white stones formed a line.

Zhong Shan looked at the chess piece for a long time before finally realizing what had happened and put it down. He raised his head to look at the man in the long gown, and said word by word, You're cheating?

The moment he raised his head, the already dim light in the room seemed to grow dimmer. The light was absorbed by his handsome face …

This person did not have any black hole on his face. It was just that his temperament was more dazzling than the lights in the room. Even the sun in Sunlight City was not as eye-catching as this person.

The man in the long gown let out a light breath, lit up a cloud of smoke, puffed out a cloud on Zhongshan's face and said: The devil is one foot high, you have lost.

Zhongshan Zhuang shook his head, picked up a black piece and gently placed it on the board. Then, something miraculous happened.

The white stones on the chessboard crumbled into fine powder the moment Blackie landed, while the plates of black stones were completely unaffected. The spot where Zhongshan had placed the white stones had originally been a white spot, but now it had turned into a black spot in a row.

The corner of Zhongshan's mouth lifted, his face revealed a charming smile, and he softly said: Fifth son, line up, I've won.

The long-sleeved man looked at the chessboard and saw that his white pieces had turned to dust. His right hand slapped the chessboard and the chessboard fell to the ground in anger. His left hand threw the pieces that were not finished onto Zhongshan's face.

The chess piece thrown by the man in the long gown smashed into the face of Zhong Shan's outfit, turning it into powder as well. The black spots on the chessboard were also completely shattered.

I was secretly shocked. Just now, the middle-aged man and the long-sleeved man both used inner strength to throw chess pieces. This is a kind of invisible and untouchable force.

Even though his Zhongshan Robe had been smashed into smithereens, there was no trace of it on his face. It was as if there was an additional barrier on his face.

The aura of the two began to rise. The man in the robe glared at them and shouted, Do you want to fight?

Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed! Zhong Shan's clothing was tit for tat.

Alright, if you don't fight in the next two days and tear off my roof, I'd like to see what kind of contestant you are! The man in the long gown said in a deep voice.

Come on, Six Paths of Reincarnation — Sbako! The handsome man in a black Chinese tunic suit let out an angry roar, his aura rising to the extreme. His right hand grabbed out of thin air, and a 1.5 meter long trident appeared in his hand …

The man in the long gown did not show any signs of weakness, he took down a prayer bead from his body and quickly turned it with one hand. The golden Buddhist light on the prayer bead flourished, and within the Buddhist light, there were a few faint traces of black gas mixed.

The war was about to start. I quickly took a few steps back, afraid that these two powerful experts would bring disaster upon us.

Tang said to the two of them in a low voice: Uncle Sun, Uncle Ren, please stop messing around, a guest is here.

Hearing Tang's words, the two of them retracted their terrifying aura at the same time, and turned to look at us. The man in the long gown who was addressed as Uncle Sun was even cursing, Ren Donglai, if there wasn't a guest coming, I would have beat your sh * t out of you and pulled you clean!

The handsome guy dressed in the black chinese tunic suit who was addressed as Uncle Ren also angrily said: Sunn Xiaoshuai, with your insignificant cultivation experience, you dare to hoot in front of me? On account of Tang and the few guests, I will not beat you up this time.

Uncle Sun is called Sunn Xiaoshuai.

Uncle Ren's name was Ren Donglai.

Although the two of them looked a few years older than Tang, Tang called them uncle.

Furthermore, I realized that the space between Sunn Xiaoshuai's brows and lips is 70% similar to Tang. The two of them look similar, but Tang's facial features are more three-dimensional, and is even more handsome than Sunn Xiaoshuai.

I feel that the Sunn Xiaoshuai in front of me right now is a person who doesn't care at all. The two of them seem to be at loggerheads with each other, but in truth, they aren't really angry.

Under Tang's persuasion, the two of them could only shake hands. Sunn Xiaoshuai walked to the shelf and opened a drawer, and after meditating for a while, he took