Super Medical Genius

"Alright!"

Cheng Yang had already killed another cultivator and was walking out. Seeing the chain of attacks, he could not help but clap and cheer, but Zhong Wentao did not relax.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the cultivator did not dare to fight and dragged his broken body back to the light.

The cultivator jumped out from inside with Zhong Wentao following closely behind.

The moon was bright and sparse outside, and not a single pedestrian could be seen. It was ridiculously quiet.

The cultivator stood two meters away, not moving at all.

The blood kept flowing out of the wound, and the stench of blood rose to the heavens.

"We can't let him escape. I'll meet him."

Cheng Yang said, as he quickly rushed towards the cultivator's location.

"Be careful of a trap!"

Zhong Wentao shouted loudly, but he could not stop Cheng Yang.

In the next second, Cheng Yang appeared in front of the cultivator. Without waiting for an attack, a light lit up around Cheng Yang, enveloping him within.

"What is this?"

Looking around, Cheng Yang still did not sense any danger.

"Come back quickly!"

Zhong Wentao shouted. Cheng Yang had fallen into someone else's array and did not even know it!

"What?"

Cheng Yang turned his head to ask as a black figure appeared out of nowhere behind him. He could vaguely see that it was in the shape of an animal, and it was right above his head.

"AHH!"

In the next second, Cheng Yang felt a sharp pain from his back, and his entire person screamed out in pain.

Zhong Wentao reacted immediately and quickly rushed towards Cheng Yang. He had to save Cheng Yang from the array.

This formation was very strange. This animal demon soul came along with the formation and was summoned by the formation.

The souls of animals would also fall into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Animals all yearned for adults and for reincarnation, so no one would stay to become a demon out of love. This formation was forced to absorb souls and refine them into demon souls. It was very strange.

"Don't come over."

Cheng Yang shouted, as he also noticed the strangeness of this place.

Something had entered the wound on his back and was tearing his flesh. He slowly felt around inside as if he was looking for something.

Everywhere it went, there was bone-piercing pain.

"Be careful, he wants to steal your Spiritual Bead!"

Zhong Wentao shouted as he saw through the tricks of the Spirit Demon.

He quickly looked at the cultivators at the side and attacked.

He never thought that the Cultivator Organization would actually have such big ambitions and wanted to take the Spirit Orb away.

It was a pity that the Spirit Orb had already been absorbed by Cheng Yang, unless he used Cheng Yang's soul to refine the orb, he did not believe that the people of Cultivator Organization could bear the consequences.

"What's going on?"

Feng Chen just happened to see this when he returned.

Feng Chen stood in place and watched as Zheng Yu ran up to him without saying a word and besieged a strange man together with Zhong Wentao. There was also Cheng Yang, who was bleeding painfully from the side.

He shook his head, hoping that everything was fake.

But the pain was too obvious for Cheng Yang to comfort himself.

Zhong Wentao could feel that Cheng Yang's Profound Spirit Qi was becoming weaker and weaker. If this continued, Cheng Yang would die from blood loss soon, and his soul might really be taken away by the Spirit Demon.

"You have ten seconds, kill him!"

Zhong Wentao instructed, he did not care if Zheng Yu was capable of doing it alone, but his entire person had already started to attack the Demon Soul, alleviating Cheng Yang's burden.

Ten seconds!

Zheng Yu almost wanted to die, this man's martial arts were not worse than his, how could he do it in ten seconds?

However, he did not dare to refuse. The smell of blood continued to smoke him to death, so he could only give it his all.

His weapon was a longsword left behind by his ancestors. Summoning it out, he looked at it sword by sword, accompanied by a deep curse.

Ten nine, eight, seven … At the last second, his sword cut off the cultivator's head, causing the demon soul to disappear.

The formation was still there, but it had zero attack power.

Cheng Yang's body weakly fell into his embrace. The scar on his back was a huge hole that had been ripped open.

Zheng Yu was busy dealing with the corpses on the ground, when Zhong Wentao entered the house with Cheng Yang. Feng Chen was left alone in his original spot, no one remembered him, nor could anyone remember him.

As he dragged Cheng Yang's body, Zhong Wentao also became a little nervous.

This was the first time he had ever treated such a severe laceration. All those who had suffered such wounds in the past had died in the end!

Zheng Yu then used his senses to contact the Night Room, and teleported the corpse into the Night Room to be fed to Third Uncle.

This was a very insidious method, but it was the best one.

With his physical body gone, even if his soul did not enter the Night Room, it would still not be easy for him to be reborn. No one dared to wander around for 500 years just like Zhong Wentao before being reborn.

"What did you just do …"

Feng Chen said faintly, not daring to believe the scene in front of his eyes.

The terrifying corpse was still there, but it had disappeared in an instant.

Ye Zichen rubbed his eyes. The scene didn't change.

Zheng Yu hesitated for a moment, then gave a low warning: "Just pretend you didn't see it."

Not caring about what Feng Chen had to say, he immediately went in, and saw that there was still a corpse in the hut at the back that needed to be taken care of.

Outside, the cool breeze gave Feng Chen an indescribable feeling of fear. Looking at the broken Ciji Hall's iron door, he actually felt as if he did not dare to go in.

Inside, Zhong Wentao seriously was sewing up Cheng Yang's wounds. He was so careful that not even sweat could fall on Cheng Yang's body.

"Master, it's done."

Coming out of the small hut, Zheng Yu was in a sorry state. The blood inside had all been wiped clean, and not a single trace of it could be seen. He would have to repeat what he did outside later, otherwise, no one would dare come here tomorrow.

"Where's Feng Chen?"

Zhong Wentao smelled it.

Zheng Yu pouted, and indicated for him to be outside.

Zhong Wentao stood up, it was time to talk with Feng Chen.

"Master, clothes!"

Zheng Yu warned his. He was afraid that if they went out like this, Feng Chen would be even more afraid.

Lowering his head to look at his body, he saw that his clothes could no longer distinguish any colors. They were all dyed red with blood and stuck to his body.

He went to the bathroom and washed himself briefly before putting on some clean clothes and going out.

Feng Chen sat on the stairs in front of other shops with his head lowered, thinking about something.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, Feng Chen immediately raised his head. Although his expression was not good, there was not much fear in his eyes, which made him feel a little gratified.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a midnight snack and treat you alone."

Zhong Wentao laughed and said.

"Really?"

Feng Chen was a little surprised, but still nodded and agreed.

The two of them walked to the night market a few streets away. No one spoke along the way, so they were extremely silent.

In the past, Feng Chen would always be an idol by his side, but today, he didn't dare to say anything.

Sitting on the chair, after the food was served, the two each drank a bit of beer. Only then did Feng Chen calm down a little, but he could still remember Cheng Yang's painful expression.

"You saw me. You should know who I am."

Zhong Wentao said calmly: "You and I are friends, if you leave, I won't do anything to you, as long as you keep your mouth shut."

"I …"

"Don't be in such a hurry to answer."

Zhong Wentao interrupted him.

"I'm not an ordinary person, neither are Cheng Yang and Zheng Yu."

"No wonder."

Feng Chen said bitterly: "No wonder you are so close to them all the time, I originally thought it was a matter of time before you got to know them, seems like it isn't …"

Without replying to him, Zhong Wentao took another sip of beer.

Feng Chen was a good person and a good friend. If not for what had happened today, he would have slowly allowed Feng Chen to integrate into their lives.

"Will you kill me if I tell you?"

Suddenly, Feng Chen asked.

Silence, a few seconds of silence.

Suddenly, Feng Chen laughed out loud. He opened his mouth and laughed foolishly.

The way it looked now was exactly the same as before, proving that Feng Chen accepted it.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Zhong Wentao knew that he did not misjudge her.

He took a big bite on his waist and felt a fragrant taste filled mouth. He was in a good mood to eat anything.

He was, after all, a soul from five hundred years ago, and it was not easy for him to assimilate into the modern world, especially when he was completely accepted by a modern person like Feng Chen.

Originally, he still had some worries, but with Feng Chen's understanding, he instantly felt the pressure lessened.

Even so, he wouldn't be regarded as a monster. It was too good a feeling.

Feng Chen's thoughts were much more complicated than his. In Feng Chen's eyes, Zhong Wentao was just a giant treasure mine, if he found it, Zhong Wentao must be protected to the very end … His idol was naturally not something an ordinary person could compare with!

If Zhong Wentao knew his strange logic, then his previous worries would be for naught.

Calculating the time, Cheng Yang should be awake by now. They hastily ate the leftovers and quickly returned to the Ciji Hall. Zheng Yu was currently researching how to repair the iron gate.

Feng Chen was in a good mood and planned to personally change it tomorrow, saving Zheng Yu's unfocused mind. Lying on the bed, Cheng Yang felt that his lungs were filled with fire, almost to the point of burning himself to death.

"Who did it?"

Cheng Yang said coldly.

"Cultivator Organization."

Zhong Wentao answered immediately.

"No …"

Cheng Yang continued to ask: "Who is it, who is the person behind you, they charged money to take your life, and someone was trying to kill you!"

"It's Ximen Nuan."

Zhong Wentao answered immediately. Other than this person, who else would be so angry at him for not dying?

Maybe Ximen Nuan already knew that he would be going to the auction with Jiang Yuanyuan and would have to kill him as a thorn in his side before participating.

It was just that the Cultivator Organization's power was even stronger than the Pine City's power. Although their martial arts were not powerful, they had many tricks up their sleeves, to raise a demon soul with a human was already extremely difficult.

Other than Yi Yi, he had never seen anyone else who succeeded in reincarnating.

Thinking about Yi Yi, maybe it was time to plan how to use this little fox demon. The ability to seduce people was not something that normal girls could have, staying behind would definitely be useful.

"Since we know that it was Ximen Nuan's doing, don't tell us we should let him see?"

Cheng Yang said fiercely, he wanted to kill him immediately.

"No rush."

Zhong Wentao laughed and said, "No matter if I die tonight or not, the news will not spread to him. I just need to wait for him to come tomorrow."

"Master, do you have another bad idea?"

Zheng Yu was very much looking forward to it, but when Zhong Wentao looked at him directly with his throwing knife, he trembled in fear.

After a long night, he could only spend it with the brush.