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"Can you take out the poison? Third Uncle."

Zhao Changyuan frowned, and his wife Yao Yao couldn't stop crying. Seeing the child crying in pain, her heart ached like a knife.

Zhao Shou smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"The Gu worm and Ah Wu's spine have been integrated into one. If you take out the Gu worm, you will have to cut off Ah Wu's spine. How can you survive?"

Alas, even if you are lucky enough to survive and be unable to sit or stand for the rest of your life, you will still be suffering a lifetime of torture."

"Third uncle, I beg you to save Ah Wu, any method will do. Isn't there a way to exchange one's life for one's life along the way of medicine? Changyuan can exchange my life for Ah Wu's life..." Zhao Changyuan said tightly.

He grabbed Zhao Shou's arm with a pleading look on his eyebrows.

Zhao Shou sighed:

"I'm going to Yaowang Valley. Maybe Brother Sun can find a way. You two, please take good care of Ah Wu in the past two days."

"I will go with you, Third Uncle." Zhao Changyuan said.

Yao Yao has been crying all day long recently, and her cheeks are a little swollen:

"I am coming too."

Zhao Shou nodded first, then shook his head:

"It's not a good time to travel and travel."

The scene in front of him gradually collapsed, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled. He actually already had a way to save Xiao Zhao Wujiang in his heart, but he knew that this was in his memory, not reality.

Xiao Zhao Wujiang has been saved, grown up, and become him.

Suddenly, the fog surged violently, and the fog under Zhao Wujiang's feet continued to escape, and his figure began to fall continuously.

The wind roared beside my ears, and the boundless and boundless world below me.

Finally, he fell into a darker mist.

"Uncle, I'm here to beg you!"

Zhao Changyuan sounded with joy and fatigue.

The fog in front of Zhao Wujiang dispersed, and he was still in Zhao Shou's house, but the scene seemed to have passed for some time, I don't know how long.

Zhao Changyuan's cheeks have grown a messy beard, and his eyes are full of fatigue. His gray gown is torn and stained with blood, but he still looks happy and holds a wooden box in his arms.

When Yao Yao saw Zhao Changyuan like this, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Let's go." Third uncle Zhao Shou picked up little Zhao Wujiang and walked out of the house first.

The scene kept changing as Zhao Shou walked quickly, and soon they arrived at a hut.

The scene inside the thatched hut made Zhao Wujiang's eyes tremble suddenly. A wide ditch passed through the hut, a rushing stream, a stove with charcoal fire and firewood burning continuously, an iron frame standing beside it, a bellows, and a wide stone platform of unknown material.

..

Is this a blacksmith shop? Zhao Wujiang heard the faint sound of bellows beating and the sound of a woman crying...

The scene outlined by the voice in my mind before overlapped at this moment.

Little Zhao Wujiang was placed on the large stone platform, and his swaddling clothes were removed, revealing his thin body. He neither cried nor fussed. His big eyes were tired but bright, and he stretched out his hands toward Zhao Shou and the others.

Yao Yao looked worried and couldn't help but turn her face away, raising her hand to wipe away her tears.

"If you want to save Ah Wu, as I said before, you can only use divine weapons to cast bones..." Zhao Shou's eyes trembled:

"However, it is very possible that Ah Wu could not bear the pain and died young..."

Zhao Changyuan lowered his eyes and opened the wooden box. In the wooden box, there was a piece of iron lying quietly.

It is inappropriate to say it is a piece of iron.

To be precise, it is a long sword without a hilt.

The upper and lower sides of the long sword are smooth and silvery, and the sword's body is engraved with fine lines, like characters or talismans.

When the wooden box was opened, everyone felt the vast sword energy.

"The shock at the Sword Tomb..." Zhao Changyuan took out the magic weapon, his eyes flickered, and he nodded. The meaning was self-evident. In this situation, the only way to save Ah Wu was to give it a try.

"Let's begin." Zhao Shou let out a long sigh, and the silver needle appeared in his hand, and slowly pierced the acupuncture point behind Xiao Zhao Wujiang.

"Ah!" Xiao Zhao Wujiang burst into tears.
Chapter completed!