Son-in-law From Dark World

As the effects of the Energetic Ball evaporated, it filled his body with energy. Not only did it recover to its peak state, it even improved a little.    

    

Suddenly, Qin Feng opened his eyes. His face was full of regret.    

    

"This Energetic Ball is good. If I had known earlier, I would have searched the old monk's body. What if I found another one?"    

    

Qin Feng, who was lacking in greed, felt his mood drop. He regretted letting the old monk go so easily.    

    

Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind. In such a situation, he would not let him off easily. In the future, if there were no treasures similar to the Energetic Ball, he would treat him to a few more bowls of noodles.    

    

After the sky brightened, Qin Feng heard a burst of ear-piercing singing. He raised his head and saw the old Daoist's face was glowing red, as if he was a dogtail grass that was being nourished and bloomed.    

    

"Ya, Boss Qin, why are you still here? It can't be that you haven't slept for an entire night, right?"    

    

The old Daoist felt weak in his heart, but on the surface, he appeared to be very nervous. He looked at Qin Feng as he opened his eyes, his face filled with fatigue.    

    

Qin Feng opened his dry lips and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He weakly waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm too tired. I want to sleep!"    

    

He had never seen Qin Feng this weak. Recalling what happened last night, the old Daoist felt ashamed and ashamed.    

    

Was it because he was too old and weak? He was simply a coward, yet he actually threw that mess to someone else.    

    

Looking at Qin Feng's weak and dispirited appearance, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.    

    

Boss Qin was really kind. He must have experienced a life and death battle last night. Otherwise, how could Boss Qin, who was known for his rough skin and thick flesh, be so weak?    

    

He could already imagine the devastation of the night before, especially the bloodstains and potholes on the ground by the door.    

    

Great Devil Monk, I never thought that all the people who came would be important figures!    

    

It was hard to imagine how Boss Qin endured it.    

    

"Boss Qin, stop talking, I'm sorry!"    

    

Thinking of this, the old Daoist knelt on the ground and helped Qin Feng, who almost fell off the bench. His old face was full of shame, and tears also started streaming down his face.    

    

Throughout his lonely life, the old Daoist has never truly seen a friend who was so sincere to help him pay for his debt of blood.    

    

Now, he completely treated Qin Feng as family.    

    

What could be more precious than this friendship!    

    

"Old man, I want to go home. I want to eat my wife's breakfast …"    

    

Qin Feng's eyes were dull and his voice was trembling. He was bullying his body.    

    

When he held onto his chest, the old Daoist hurriedly reached out and lifted up his clothes to see a black bloodstain.    

    

The Great Strength Vajra Finger!    

    

So this was a fatal injury!    

    

"Boss Qin, don't worry, this old Daoist will definitely not let you die. I will bring you to the Medicine King Mountain right now, even if they capture you, this old Daoist will not let you die just like that."    

    

As he spoke, the old Daoist was about to carry Qin Feng, but his heart was filled with pain. The distance between Longhai City and Medicine King Mountain was more than three thousand kilometers.    

    

At this moment, Boss Qin could no longer continue on his journey. It was very possible that he would die on the way.    

    

"Old Taoist, I think I can save him for a while.    

    

Put me down first! "    

    

"Cough, cough!"    

    

Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.    

    

When the old Daoist saw this, his body trembled. He hastily put Qin Feng on the stool and said, "Boss Qin, how are you? Shall we go to the hospital to take a look?"    

    

Qin Feng shook his head weakly, his lips moved slightly, and he said with a weak voice, "I suffered internal injuries, and the hospital can't save me. That old monk saw that I was pitiful last night and gave me some kind of powerful pill, which hanged me for half my life. I will definitely die at daybreak."    

    

Saying that, Qin Feng's face was full of hope, but he hesitated to speak.    

    

When the old Daoist heard about the Energetic Ball, he fell silent. He scratched his head and seemed to be deep in thought.    

    

"Energetic Ball, that's a treasure of the Medicine King Mountain. I really want to use this thing, it's something martial artists use to strengthen their body, but I've never heard of it being able to treat internal injuries."    

    

The old Daoist looked confused. He stretched out his hand and took out a small porcelain bottle.    

    

Then, he opened the bottle and poured out a grey pill. When Qin Feng saw it, it looked like the light had returned to the last time. It was ashen white …    

    

His eyes lit up as he nodded his head repeatedly, gulping down his saliva.    

    

"Boss Qin, are you sure this thing works?"    

    

The old Daoist passed the pill over with a skeptical look. Qin Feng already reached out his hand to receive it. The moment he showed his speed and saw the change in the old Daoist's expression, he returned to his original state and slowly put the pill into his mouth to chew.    

    

As the pill entered his body, a faint heat circulated through his body.    

    

"Hrmph."    

    

A slight sound of breathing came from Qin Feng's nose. When the old Daoist heard this, his body trembled and he almost fell down the stairs. He grinned and stared at Qin Feng with a look of surprise.    

    

Qin Feng's face reddened. It was so comfortable that he accidentally made that kind of noise.    

    

Endure it!    

    

"Not enough, it's still not enough. It's still lacking a little bit!"    

    

Qin Feng's head leaned on the door and slowly shook it. He saw the old Daoist was not stingy and passed him another pill.    

    

After repeating this a few times, the bottle in the old Daoist's hand was already completely empty, and he casually threw it on the ground.    

    

Qin Feng ate eight pills in a row, but he still looked weak and powerless.    

    

"Boss Qin, how are you feeling?"    

    

The old Daoist rolled his eyes as doubt arose in his heart. Logically speaking, a strong pill like the Energetic Ball could kill a dying person if they took too much of it.    

    

However, Qin Feng was still in his half-dead state.    

    

Blood was still trickling out from the corner of his mouth, as if he was going to hiccup at any moment.    

    

"Much better, but if there are a few more, maybe, there is still a chance."    

    

Qin Feng suddenly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw the old Daoist's suspicious eyes.    

    

The old Daoist was completely stunned and hurriedly ran into the room to get a tissue for Qin Feng to wipe the corner of his mouth. As he patted Qin Feng on the back, he felt even more ashamed.    

    

Since Boss Qin was already like this, it was all because of him. How could anyone, who was on the verge of death, still suspect him?    

    

The old Daoist had never felt this ashamed before. He was simply insane, even doubting Boss Qin's character. He was even worse than a beast.    

    

If it wasn't for Boss Qin taking him in to protect him from the killers on the Mortal Ranking, he might have been killed last night.    

    

He truly had no conscience!    

    

"Boss Qin, don't be blind. How do you feel?"    

    

The old Daoist asked anxiously.