"Don't blame me,"

A weak voice came into his ears.

The old uncle said, "Don't blame me."

Zhu Feng's brows frowned suddenly.

Nan Yan, who had just been touched by him, opened his eyes in a daze and saw Zhu Feng standing beside the bed, saying quietly: "Master, you are doing it--"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the weak voice of the old uncle.

"Don't blame me..."

She was shocked and woke up immediately. She hurriedly got up and walked to Zhu Feng's side. She also looked down at the old uncle's trembling eyelashes. She held her breath and pointed her ears and listened for a while. But after saying these words, the old uncle seemed very tired and stopped talking.

Nan Yan panted heavily and turned his head anxiously to look at Zhu Feng: "Master, what's going on?"

Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but just frowned and stared at the old uncle's weak and pale face. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Call Heyi and the others."

"Oh, yes, yes!"

While agreeing, Nan Yan turned around and walked to the door and asked the people guarding outside to pass the message. In a short while, Heyi and Chen Zixiao arrived.

As soon as He Yi came in, he immediately rushed to the bed and pulled the old uncle's hand to take his pulse.

Although the old uncle had not woken up, he didn't look completely in a coma. He frowned, his eyelashes kept trembling with his twitching eyelids, and cold sweat dripped downwards, and even it could be seen that it was very painful.

Zhu Feng stood a little further from the bed this time and asked, "How?"

He Yi thought for a while and said softly: "I offended you."

After saying that, someone brought him a pack of needles.

He knew medical skills, Zhu Feng and Nan Yan knew about this, but Chen Zixiao changed his face when he saw this scene and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

He Yi sighed and said, "If this is not the case, the Taoist priest will suffer all the time and will be uneasy even if he leaves."

After hearing what he said, Chen Zixiao could not do anything after all, so he could only let him go.

He Yi took out the silver needle and went over the fire, then carefully pierced into the old uncle's head and several parts on his chest. After a while, he pulled out the silver needle. And just as he had just pulled out the last silver needle on his head, a low tremor suddenly came from the chest cavity, as if he was about to breathe, and it seemed that the air in his chest was blocked by something. He roared in his throat for a while, and then he opened his eyes and lay on the edge of the bed and vomited.

A pool of rusty red blood pierced into everyone's eyes.

"Father!"

Chen Zixiao shouted and hurriedly hugged him.

After the old uncle vomited, he fell back to the bed weakly. Nan Yan hurriedly stepped forward and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over. Chen Zixiao thanked him, took the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Father, how are you doing, Father?"

He asked so anxiously, but the old uncle could not even say a word except for breathing.

After spitting out the pool of blood, he was like an empty sack, hanging softly on the bed, with only a pair of eyes rinsed with blood. After looking at the person in front of him for a while, he seemed to be barely recognizing it, and couldn't speak, but he nodded gently.

After taking a breath, he seemed to have some strength before he said weakly to Chen Zixiao: "You——"

Chen Zixiao immediately said: "What do you have to explain to my father?"

The old uncle looked at him with red eyes for a while, as if he had said a thousand words, but in the end he said only a few gentle words: "You, you are fine."

His words were obviously to explain to these three brothers.

Chen Zixiao's eyes also turned red. He sniffed and said in a urn: "Father, please rest assured."

The old uncle smiled and said, "I never worry about you."

For some reason, just a few faint words revealed a deep pain of parting. Nan Yan heard it next to him. Although he was full of thoughts, he couldn't help but turn his eyes red. He subconsciously turned his face to the side, and saw He Yi put away the silver needle and took a step back silently.

She asked softly: "What's the situation of the old uncle? What other medicine do you need to use?"

Heyi glanced at her and then looked at Zhu Feng.

After hesitating for a while, he said softly in a low voice that was almost unaudible: "The Taoist Master is like this, he will be a rebirth."

It means that I can't make the world come true.

When he heard this, Nan Yan let out a low voice and reached out to cover his mouth.

Zhu Feng's eyes also turned red.

But he didn't immediately go up to ask anything, but just stood not far away, watching the father and son say goodbye. Instead, it was the old uncle. After saying that, his eyes crossed Chen Zixiao's shoulder and looked at Zhu Feng.

He smiled at Zhu Feng, as if he wanted to say something, but at this time, the roar in his chest had exceeded his breath, as if he had no strength to speak.

Only one hand that was limping beside him raised a finger tremblingly and pointed at Zhu Feng.

Chen Zixiao wiped his face and immediately stood up and retreated aside.

He choked and said, "Master, father has something to say to you."

Zhu Feng then walked over slowly.

Under the candlelight, we can see more clearly that the old man has grown a lot older at this moment. Originally, when he came, he looked so energetic. Even an old pine tree was still standing with weather and frost. But after a prayer, the old pine tree's life seemed to be washed away by rain, leaving only an empty shell of old and exhaustion, lying on the bed powerlessly.

Zhu Feng bent down, his voice seemed particularly hoarse, and he whispered: "What are your uncles saying to me?"

“…”

The old uncle seemed to have nothing to say, but also seemed to have no strength to speak.

He just opened his eyes so wide and looked at him blankly.

Zhu Feng thought for a while and said, "If there is any explanation, I will understand. The three of them are all capable ministers and generals of the court. I can use it, and it will not be useless."

The old uncle breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was laughing.

His eyes became even more distracted.

Chen Zixiao, who was standing beside him, was already crying like rain, covering his face with both hands and making a whimpering sound.

Zhu Feng continued, "Apart from the three of them, my uncle is alone. If I have to explain anything else, I can only tell me myself. I don't know anything else."

The old uncle took a few deep breaths, but asked, "Baihu City."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly.

But he said, "It's destroyed."

“…”

"When the country of Yan was hit by this, it was even more difficult for us to compete with our country of Yan. There are some things that I have already brought to my mind."

A sunset smile appeared on the old uncle's face.

He nodded gently, as if he had put down a worry, and then his tired expression dyed like clouds and mist, and he slowly lowered his heavy eyelids.
Chapter completed!