Only then did Ye Hong realize that the ancient Taoist martial arts expert he had sensed in the dark before was exactly this person.
Seeing this man looking at his hand with an unkind expression and vague signs of pulling out a samurai sword, Ye Hong couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Don't move if you want him to survive."
The man frowned slightly, put back his katana, and watched Ye Hong's every move coldly.
At this moment, the situation in An Zai Tian's body was even worse.
The breath that overflowed from his heart kept pulsing to other meridians of his body.
But the worst thing is that other parts of An Zaitian's body can't withstand the torture!
"What a troublesome old man."
Ye Hong muttered, and the breath in his body poured into An Zai Tian's body like a torrential river.
Since the aura in An Zaitian's body is out of control, Ye Hong will take over the control of the aura in his body!
From this moment on, it is not him who has the final say whether An Zaitian wants to die, but Ye Hong!
Ye Hong's face became paler due to the loss of a large amount of breath.
Seeing Ye Hong's desperate posture, the ancient warrior's expression finally softened.
Ten minutes later, the restless aura in An Zaitian's body was finally completely suppressed by Ye Hong.
But this is not the end.
If Yehong does not undergo follow-up treatment, there will still be a risk of recurrence.
After the breath in his body calmed down, An Zaitian woke up from his almost comatose state.
He opened his eyes, looked at Ye Hong who was treating him with a serious look, shook his head and sighed: "Is this the ancient medical skill of the Yan Kingdom
You are so impressive that you can even do this kind of thing.
But there is no need for you to save a dying person like me.
Me. I’m not worthy of your saving either.
Let me leave this world with all my sins. "
"Be quiet, you're disturbing my treatment!"
Ye Hong scolded him unceremoniously.
"Yes, I'm sorry." An Zaitian looked like a child who had made a mistake, with a slight embarrassment on his face.
While Ye Hong was tending to An Zai Tian's injuries, he glanced at him and said calmly: "There is a tomb for you in Anjia Village."
An Zaitian's eyes trembled and he looked at Ye Hong in astonishment.
“Although my mother never allowed us to worship, our family all knew that she would go to Anjia Village alone every year during the Qingming Festival to sweep the grave.
It’s just that we all pretend not to know. "
Ye Hong looked at the moved An Zaitian and said disdainfully: "Do you think our Ms. An cares about your broken treasures
If you are truly guilty, live a good life and apologize to her in person!
This is the true way of atonement. "
An Zaitian was stunned for a while, and then burst into tears.
An Zaitian's no longer suppressed cries resounded throughout the room.
This old man, who is over seventy years old, seems to want to mix all the sins of his life into these tears.
Half an hour later, Ye Hong walked out of the room.
Accompanying him when going out was the middle-aged ancient warrior.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he stopped Ye Hong and said calmly: "My name is Shengong Fifty-Six, and Mr. An is my adoptive father.
I am not an ancient samurai from Sakura Kingdom, but a higher level Kagemusha. "
Ye Hong understood instantly.
He once heard a martial artist say that among the masters he most wanted to fight against were Sakura Kagekage warriors.
The Kage Warriors of the Sakura Kingdom are equivalent to the ancient warriors of the Yan Kingdom.
But one characteristic of Kagemusha is that he is good at disguising his aura.
No wonder Ye Hong misjudged his strength.
However, Jingu Fifty-Six even told Ye Hong this information and the identity of An Zaitian's adopted son. He must have already had a certain degree of trust in Ye Hong.
(End of chapter)