The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2053
"Brother Lingmu..."

"Master Lingmu..."

Everyone in the Lin family saw that they were lying on the ground at this moment. They were carried on a stretcher and thrown at the door. They were covered in blood and their faces were pale. They didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and they all looked terrified.

Someone ran over quickly, looked at the dying spirit tree, wanted to touch it, but didn't dare to touch it, for fear that he might accidentally touch the wound on his body and make his wound worse.

A dozen or so people surrounded the Lingmu panicked for a while, not knowing what to do, after all, someone in the crowd reacted and yelled hastily.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and find the government doctor, and inform the Patriarch and elders!"

"Go!!"

After this roar, everyone woke up like a dream. Those who were looking for the doctor hurried to the doctor, and those who were looking for the head of the house went to the head of the house.

The government doctor was the first to rush over, but he didn't rush over by himself, but was framed by two young men.

The doctor in the mansion is a very old doctor. He used to be a practitioner, but he was unable to practice because of some reasons. Now he is old. Although his medical skills are very good, he is a little bit old-eyed, dizzy and road-crazy.

So the two young men who were too anxious put the old man out without saying a word, but the old man was taken aback and almost didn't push it away.

Along the way, the old man kept saying, "Hey, slow down, you two little guys are going to break my old bones apart..."

"Grandfather Ling, don't say anything about falling apart. Brother Lingmu's life will be gone if it's a little later."

"Who, something happened to Xiao Lingmu?"

Old man Ling's brows were instantly twisted into a pimple, and there was worry in his cloudy old eyes.

The little Lingmu kid has been injured often over the years, but if it wasn't for a particularly serious injury, the little guy wouldn't have come to him, and he wouldn't have mobilized so many people like today.

Old man Ling's heart suddenly rose high. He has treated that little guy as his grandson for so many years. If it weren't for this little guy, he wouldn't have recovered from the pain of losing his cultivation back then. come out.

The old man Ling was very worried, and even urged the two of them to speed up.

When he got to the door, old man Ling's heart skipped a beat when he smelled the strong smell of blood.

From the smell of blood, he could tell that the Lingmu at this time must be seriously injured, and his life might even be in danger.

"Quickly, put me down."

With a hoarse voice, old man Ling hurriedly asked to put him down, and grabbed Suzuki's pulse door without saying a word.

Feel the weak beating veins.

And breath.

While old man Ling breathed a sigh of relief, his brows were furrowed together, and he never let go for a long time.

However, the movements of his hands were also nimble, and he dug out a spirit herb that could hang people's lives from his usual medicine box, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

At the same time, he took out a small dusty porcelain bottle, poured out a pill from it, crushed it, and applied it to his exposed wound.

Then he raised his hand and touched his pulse gate, feeling that the weak pulse gate had regained a little bit of strength, and old man Ling's complexion had recovered a little bit of calm. .

Only then did he raise his hand to remove the clothes on his body, and saw densely packed sword marks on his wrists, arms and chest, some of which were deeply bone-deep.

The dense white bones were exposed, which made people feel a chill in this hot day.

The more you look at it, the more ugly old man Ling's face becomes.

Patriarch Ling and a group of elders who rushed over after receiving the news had been watching silently from the sidelines, and when they saw old man Ling's increasingly ugly face, their hearts were raised high.

"How is Linglao?"

The Second Elder still couldn't hold back, after all, seeing the kid lying there with a pale face, as if he had no breath, he was really worried, his heart, like eighteen buckets, was up and down and couldn't get down. Come to the point.

(End of this chapter)