It was Liu Xian'er who spoke, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of reproach in his tone. With this tone, she obviously did not regard Ning Tao as an older brother or an elder in cultivation.
Ning Tao turned his eyes and looked at Liu Xian'er, and his voice turned cold: "The problems between us will be solved later. Now I just want my friend to come back. I have no other conditions, just this one, let my friend go, I Give you a healthy Song Chengpeng.”
Who controls the cultivation forces behind Chuangshi Biotechnology Company, and who killed Liu Shiba and Taoist Master Qingsong. These issues are not as important as Yin Molan's safety. Ning Tao doesn't want to solve these problems now. He only wants Yin Molan. return.
"Who told you that he was in our hands?" Wu Xiaolin asked in a cold tone, as rude as Liu Xian'er.
Ning Tao said: "Of course I have my own channels. Let me remind you that I can wait, but Song Chengpeng cannot wait. Now every minute that passes, Song Chengpeng becomes more dangerous."
Liu Xian'er said: "Mr. Ning, you are really an unreasonable person. Your friend sneaked into our place with evil intentions. He was caught by us, but you used this method to force us to let him go. You don't Do you think this is too much?"
Ning Tao said calmly: "Song Chengpeng framed me, is this too much? If you want to reason with me, I can talk to you until Song Chengpeng dies. If you want him to live, then let my friend go."
Song Beikun looked at Liu Xian'er and Wu Xiaolin with a look of pleading in his eyes.
Liu Xianer and Wu Xiaolin looked at each other, seemingly confirming their looks. Then, Wu Xiaolin took out his mobile phone and made another call. After the call was connected, he walked up to Ning Tao with his mobile phone and handed it to Ning Tao: "Doctor Ning, please answer the phone."
Ning Tao took the phone and put it to his ear.
A woman's voice came from the phone: "Doctor Ning, this is the last time. If you or your people interfere in my affairs again, the flames of war will burn you."
The sound was like having a piece of ice wrapped in your mouth.
Ning Tao said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Your person is safe. He will give you a call. You should know what you are going to do." A woman's voice.
Ning Tao didn't expect her to tell him her name. He said: "As long as I confirm the safety of my friend, I will cure Song Chengpeng. In addition, I will also give you a warning. No matter who you are, as long as it happens again In a similar situation, I will appear in front of you with my account book and settle the accounts with you. "
"Humph!" The woman snorted coldly and hung up the phone.
Ning Tao handed the phone to Wu Xiaolin. He deliberately paid attention to the screen, but there was not even a mobile phone number on it.
Jingle bell, jingle bell…
Ning Tao's cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, then answered the call: "Senior Yin, where are you now?"
Yin Molan's voice came from the mobile phone: "I have come out of Chuangshi Building and am riding my motorcycle back. I am safe. I called you specifically to tell you. I will wait for you at home. I'll see you when I get back. chat."
"Okay." Ning Tao hung up the phone and walked towards Song Chengpeng.
Jiang Hao asked: "A Tao, do you want them all to go out?"
Ning Tao said, "No, it's just a shot." As he spoke, he had already taken out a heavenly needle and pierced Song Chengpeng's chest. The evil acupuncture caused by heavenly acupuncture transfers evil energy into the human body. For the person who receives the acupuncture, this is undoubtedly a punishment from heaven and there is no cure. But in Ning Tao's case, he only needs to replace the evil energy with good energy to cure the diseases caused by the evil energy. To him, this incurable disease is actually just a simple use of spiritual power.
As soon as the needle entered the body, a trace of black energy immediately transferred from Song Chengpeng's body to the sky needle. Ning Tao did not take it back, but pulled out the Heavenly Needle and forced the bad energy and diseases out of the needle body. In the blink of an eye, a few drops of black liquid dripped from the sky needle, which smelled rancid and unpleasant.
Ning Tao took out another high-quality junior prescription pill and stuffed it into Song Chengpeng's mouth. During this process, he injected a trace of spiritual power into Song Chengpeng's body to catalyze the power of the elixir and help Song Chengpeng quickly recover his vitality.
If Song Chengpeng is brought back to the clinic, there will be another result, that is, the clinic will cure Song Chengpeng, and he will earn hundreds of evil thoughts and sins, but he will need to cut off a pair of Song Chengpeng's eggs to atone for his sins. The current situation obviously cannot cause unnecessary problems.
However, he is not worried at all that Song Chengpeng, a medical patient, has run away. The bamboo slips in the account book have already issued a prescription contract for evil thoughts and sins. Now that Song Chengpeng has taken high-quality junior prescription pills, he can set a trap for him at any time in the future and cut off Song Chengpeng's legs. Eggs and earn away the medical fees from him.
When Ning Tao raised his hand, Song Chengpeng's face had already turned a little red, and the smell of corpses on his body had disappeared.
Song Chengpeng's consciousness also recovered. He stared at Ning Tao, stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed: "It's you! What, what are you going to do?"
Ning Tao said calmly: "Mr. Song, you were sick and I cured you. But I will only do this once, so you can take care of yourself."
After saying that, Ning Tao picked up the small medicine box, turned around and walked towards the door.
Song Beikun couldn't wait to come to the operating table and grabbed Song Chengpeng's hand: "Chengpeng, how are you feeling?"
"Dad, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come? That guy..." Song Chengpeng turned to look at Ning Tao, but Ning Tao and Jiang Hao had already walked out of the emergency room.
In the corridor, Jiang Hao asked: "Who made the call that the boy asked you to answer just now?"
Ning Tao said: "It was a call from a woman, most likely the woman who took away Wu Xiaolin and Liu Xian'er..."
At this point, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped.
There were two people standing at the end of the corridor, a gray-haired old man and a very young woman.
The old man's hair, beard and eyebrows are all white, but his face has no wrinkles, and his skin is smooth and elastic, not inferior to the skin of a young man in his twenties. He is short in stature, wearing a white robe, a pair of old-fashioned sunglasses, and holding an erhu in his hand. He looks like a blind old man who is doing business in the world.
The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, with a cute face, long eyelashes, and beautiful dark eyes. She is tall and wears a navy blue cheongsam. Her arms and thighs exposed to the air are as white as jade, round and delicate, and have a feminine charm. In her hand she held a holed flute. The flute was all white, as if it were carved from jade, not bamboo.
The first impression is that this is a grandfather and grandson who are performing arts.
However, in Ning Tao's sight after awakening his Wangshu state, the white-haired old man playing the erhu and the flute-playing girl wearing a cheongsam were not ordinary street performers, but powerful cultivators. Especially that old man, his spiritual power is as powerful as that of Bai Sheng! The erhu he held in his hand was definitely not an ordinary erhu, but a genuine magical weapon.
The spiritual power of the flute-playing girl in cheongsam is slightly weaker, but it is only compared to that of the white-haired old man. Compared with Bai Jing's spiritual power, her spiritual power is equally matched. The Dongxiao she held in her hand was not an ordinary Dongxiao, but a magical instrument flute.
These two powerful cultivators suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, looking at them expressionlessly. Ning Tao's sixth sense suddenly awakened, and his sense of crisis was unprecedentedly strong. He reached behind his waist and grabbed it, and the refined shell gun appeared in his hand.
Jiang Hao also took out a stick from his waist, shook his hand, and the white silk threads wrapped around the stick fell apart, and it turned out to be a stick of Buddha dust.
This is the Buddha dust that Ning Tao cultivated for Taoist Qingsong. After Taoist Qingsong died, his Tianjia Buddha dust naturally became Jiang Hao's magical weapon. However, she is a modern female agent, an ice demon, and the first magic weapon in her life is actually a piece of Buddha dust. This picture is really a bit inconsistent.
Their eyes met, and there was a sense of tense tension in this silent corridor leaving the emergency room.
Ning Tao whispered: "Follow me later. If they take action, I will deal with the old one, and you deal with the younger one."
Jiang Hao nodded, his expression stern. She has fought countless battles and has long since developed the psychological quality of being fearless in the face of danger.
"Let's go." Ning Tao held the refined shell gun and walked towards the white-haired old man and the cheongsam girl at the end of the corridor.
The cheongsam woman stepped forward from behind the white-haired old man and stood side by side with the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man said something: "What is he holding in his hand?"
The cheongsam woman said: "Grandpa, what he is holding is a gun, a shell gun."
"Oh, it's a bit troublesome..." The white-haired old man's voice was very low.
As the grandfather and grandson said these two words, Ning Tao and Jiang Hao were already dead, with only seven or eight steps left between them. If the grandfather and grandson still don't get out of the way, a fight will be inevitable.
However, the grandfather and grandson still stood there, motionless. Neither the old nor the child are physically strong, but it feels like a big mountain is blocking them, making it difficult to overcome.
Ning Tao slightly raised the shell gun in his hand.
The silk threads of Tianjia Buddha's dust in Jiang Hao's hand also floated one by one, and the whole body was filled with coldness. Before she could do anything, the bucket of a water dispenser in the corridor was frozen, and half the bucket of water turned into a bucket of ice!
The white-haired old man raised his erhu with his hand.
The cheongsam girl also brought the white jade flute to her lips.
But at this moment, a voice came from behind: "The young master of the Song family is fine."
This is Liu Xian'er's voice.
The white-haired old man and the cheongsam girl followed and moved out of the way.
Ning Tao and Jiang Hao walked between the grandfather and grandson. When they passed each other, he glanced at the white-haired old man and said nothing.
The white-haired old man didn't look at Ning Tao. It was useless to look at him because he was blind.
Only the flute player in cheongsam glanced at Ning Tao, but didn't say anything.
Ning Tao said something: "Being blind is nothing, it can be cured. Being blind is troublesome, and it can't be cured."
The white-haired old man was slightly shocked when he heard this. He turned his head subconsciously, as if he wanted to see Ning Tao clearly, but he couldn't see anything.