Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Han Zhengchu was silent for a moment after receiving the questioning look from his father.

What should he say?

Seeing his son hesitate to speak, Palace Master Han became even more panicked. He urged, "Speak quickly!"

What has Song Shenzi experienced?

"Um..." Han Zhengchu glanced at Song Yizhi, and under his father's panicked eyes, he said, "When I rushed over, the Son of God had already taken care of it."

"Ah?" Palace Master Han was stunned.

Didn't Zhengchu rush over to solve it?

Han Zhengchu nodded, and under his father's shocked gaze, he continued, "The corpses on the ground are all monks at the seventh level or above. My son estimates that there are a few at the eighth level."

???

Palace Master Han came back to his senses somewhat mechanically and looked at the pale and feeble Song Yizhi, his mind immediately shutting down.

Song Yiyue looked down at her helpless sister, hesitating to speak but wanting to speak.

No wonder Han Zhengchu's expression is so strange!

It's not that Han Zhengchu helped his sister solve the problem, but that his sister did it herself?

But...my sister has already vomited blood, but she is still so good at fighting? ?

Is this reasonable?

Song Yiyue's brain was about to burn out.

Song Yizhi leaned against his sister and said in a very weak voice, "Palace Master Han, I'm really sorry. I damaged some things when I killed people earlier. I will compensate you according to the price."

Palace Master Han, who came back to his senses, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "What is the Son of God talking about? It was our Zijing Mansion that failed in our duties, which made the Son of God's situation even worse."

Looking at Palace Master Han who looked guilty, Song Yizhi gave a smile and said, "Palace Master Han's words are serious."

"Does the Son of God really not need any spiritual plants?" Palace Master Han couldn't help but ask, and then added, "As long as the Son of God needs it, Zijing Mansion will definitely find it for God Son Song!"

"My current body is ruined no matter what I eat." Song Yizhi showed a pale and fragile smile, "Palace Master Han, there is no need to worry, it will be fine after a while."

Palace Master Han looked at Song Yizhi hesitantly, and finally nodded.

I'd better go and ask some of the ancestors later. They're all out of seclusion anyway, so it's okay to bother them again.

"Then I will go back and check the identities of those people first, and I will give an explanation to the Son of God later." Palace Master Han said.

Song Yizhi nodded slightly.

After Master Han left with Han Zhengchu, Song Yizhi coughed up a few more mouthfuls of black blood.

Song Yiyue on the side looked at her sister who was getting weaker and weaker, feeling helpless and helpless.

She knows nothing about medical skills, and in this situation, she can't do much to help except just watch.

Song Yizhi, who had recovered a little, raised his hand and took his sister's hand. His weak voice was gentle and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Su Dai, who was standing aside, walked up slowly and looked at the dying Song Yizhi, looking up and down.

Song Yizhi raised his eyes and met Su Dai's probing eyes.

"Yueyue, go to the kitchen to find your godmother and see if there's anything you can do to help." Song Yizhi said to her sister.

Song Yiyue looked at her sister, then at Su Dai, and finally nodded and passed.

Lan Yungui followed Song Yiyue with short legs.

Song Yiyue saw the swaying little baby following behind and turned back to hug Lan Yungui.

Song Yizhi looked at the big one and the small one walking away, and then looked at Su Dai after he could no longer see them.

Su Dai sat aside, looking at the weak Song Yizhi, his hoarse voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Reach out your hand."

Song Yizhi obediently stretched out his hand and handed it over.

Su Dai put his fingers on Song Yizhi's wrist, and a trace of spiritual power entered Song Yizhi's body.

For a moment, Su Dai withdrew his spiritual power and looked at Song Yizhi, his eyes a little turbulent.

Song Yizhi bent his eyes towards Su Dai and smiled.

"This poison is really tricky." Su Dai's calm voice sounded, and she thought for a moment, "Interesting."

Before he finished speaking, Su Dai took out a porcelain cup, then took Song Yizhi's hand and stabbed it. "Tick tock, tick tock"

Black blood emerged from the wound and fell into the porcelain cup.

The sudden dizziness made Song Yizhi raise his hand to support his forehead to avoid hitting his head on the table.

After the porcelain cup was filled with poisonous blood, Su Dai let go of Song Yizhi's hand and said, "Bandage it yourself."

Looking at Su Dai who picked up the porcelain cup and returned to the house, Song Yizhi showed a bit of helplessness on his face.

When Rong Yueyuan came out of the room, he saw Song Yizhi putting one hand on the table to support his head, and there was a wound on the other hand.

"Yu Yuan." Song Yizhi handed Rong Yueyuan his injured hand.

Rong Yueyuan walked up, took Song Yizhi's hand, squeezed a dust removal formula, crushed a hemostatic pill, and sprinkled the powder on the wound.

When the powder fell on the wound, it stung, and Song Yizhi couldn't help but shrink his hand.

Rong Yueyuan reached out and grabbed Song Yizhi's wrist, then took out a white cloth and gently wrapped it around the wound.

"Why don't you use divine power?" Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice sounded.

Song Yizhi held his head and looked at Rong Yueyuan lazily, with a hint of tiredness in his voice, "I really can't muster the strength."

Rong Yueyuan looked up and saw Song Yizhi's lazy and sleepy look. He didn't ask any questions and just reached out to pick him up and take him back to the house.

Song Yizhi lay on the bed for a while when there was a knock on the door.

Rong Yueyuan, who was sitting on the side, looked at the person who was trying to get up, stretched out his hand to drag her back, and slowly helped the person up.

"My godmother's medicinal diet should be ready." Song Yizhi braced himself, "Come on, let's go out and take a look."

Rong Yueyuan responded.

When Rong Yueyuan helped Song Yizhi out, Ye Su's eyes showed a bit of surprise, and then worry.

"It smells so good, what did your godmother do?" Song Yizhi said with a smile, and then walked towards the stone table.

When Song Yizhi sat down, Ye Su filled a bowl of soup and handed it over, "This is chicken soup to replenish qi and blood."

Song Yizhi couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and scoop up a spoonful of chicken soup and put it into his mouth.

Rong Yueyuan stood aside.

"She went out for a trip earlier and dealt with some people." Rong Yueyuan took the initiative to talk to Ye Su.

Zhizhi's current bad situation is really worrying.

Ye Su glanced at Rong Yueyuan with a reproachful look.

In Zhizhi's situation, he felt free to let her go out alone!

Rong Yueyuan remained silent.

Song Yiyue, who was standing aside with Lan Yungui in her arms, looked at the pot of chicken soup with a complicated expression on her face.

This is not chicken soup, this is obviously a spiritual pearl!

But this shows that Lord Ye really loves his sister!

"I've made a lot of stew, so sit down and drink some." Ye Su and Song Yiyue said, and then they also filled a bowl of soup and put it on the table.

Song Yiyue looked at Ye Su in surprise.

Ye Su took Lan Yungui and gave it to Rong Yueyuan with her backhand. Then she pressed Song Yiyue onto the stool.

Song Yiyue looked at the bowl of fragrant chicken soup, and her hand trembling slightly when she reached for the spoon.

This rich spiritual power rushed towards my face.

"Sister, do you know what's in this chicken soup?" Song Yiyue whispered to her sister.

Song Yizhi raised his head and glanced at Song Yiyue, raising his eyebrows slightly as if to ask her what she had put there.

"Eighth-grade immortal-level purple ginseng." Song Yiyue raised her hand and gestured, her tone full of shock, "Sister, there are a lot of purple ginseng in this pot of chicken soup!!" (End of Chapter)