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Qin Hao just stood there, motionless, and others did not dare to make the slightest move.

Suddenly, a slight sound came out, and everyone couldn't help but tremble.

It turned out that the little emperor farted.

The Prime Minister immediately glared at him, and the little emperor said timidly:

"Father, I...I have a stomachache. I need to go for a convenience..."

Xiang Guo lowered his voice and said angrily:

"Hold it for me."

The little emperor's legs were slightly clamped, with a look of pain on his face. It was obvious that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Qin Hao frowned slightly, looked at the little emperor who was only one or two years older than his niece, and said calmly:

"Let him go."

Xiang Guo quickly flattered him and said:

"It's okay, he can bear it."

Qin Hao's tone suddenly became lower.

"I said let him go."

Xiang Guo's heart trembled and he didn't dare to stop him anymore.

A eunuch hurried over and led the little emperor away.

But no one saw it. The pained expression on the face of the little emperor who turned into the room disappeared instantly. He waved, and the eunuch beside him immediately leaned down. The little emperor whispered something in the eunuch's ear, and the eunuch continued. Nodding, after the emperor finished speaking, he climbed out of the window on the side of the palace.

Time passed little by little, and the time to burn a stick of incense was almost up, but Zhong Wushuang was still not seen.

The Prime Minister was already sweating profusely, but the little emperor, who had returned from convenience, looked as usual.

Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Guo coldly.

Just as Xiang Guo was about to explain, the sound of a report suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Report..."

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, we were ambushed on the road. Miss Zhong was assassinated. She may have...or died..."

Xiang Guo suddenly felt his eyes go dark and his mind was spinning. He looked at Qin Hao again, only to find that he was surprisingly quiet.

Qin Hao looked at the man and asked in a deep voice:

"You mean he might be dead? Does that mean you're not sure?"

The messenger nodded anxiously and said:

"Ms. Zhong was stabbed through the chest with a sword, but someone immediately rescued her, so I'm not sure if she is still alive at this time."

Qin Hao took a deep breath, looked at the people on the stage, and said in a calm but cold tone:

"If Zhong Wushuang dies, you know the consequences."

Qin Hao then asked the direction in which the messenger Zhong Wushuang disappeared. After getting the answer, he rose into the air and jumped into the air. When he was about to land, he threw out his sword and then tapped the sword with his toes. Li Li leaped forward again, and then used the god to control the sword to recall the sword.

Relying on this method, Qin Hao left the imperial city in mid-air and rushed in that direction as if flying.

At his speed, hundreds of meters passed by almost instantly. After chasing for seven or eight minutes and crawling out for hundreds of miles, Qin Hao's head began to feel a little dizzy. He finally saw the man on the ground carrying a man on his back. The figure of an injured woman running wildly.

Qin Hao suddenly accelerated and landed in front of the man.

The man's figure was shaken, and he raised his sword to stab without any explanation.

Qin Hao stretched out his fingers and clamped the tip of the sword. After a closer look, he found that it was Xu Changfeng whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Long wind?"

"Qin Hao?"

"Oh it's you."

The two said in unison.

Xu Changfeng seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body went limp. If Qin Hao's quick eyes and hands hadn't caught him, he might have fallen down.

"Quickly, save...save junior sister."

Qin Hao hurriedly took Zhong Wushuang off his back. When he looked down, he saw that Zhong Wushuang was already out of breath, his chest was already stained with blood, and he was still bleeding until now.

Qin Hao was so anxious that he struck repeatedly on the acupuncture points on Zhong Wushuang's chest. The infuriating energy from his fingertips directly sealed her meridians and blood vessels, stopping the bleeding.

But this was just Zhong Wushuang's external injury. Her real fatal injury was the damage to the organs in her chest, which had reached the point of no return.

Qin Hao took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down, then tore open the clothes on Zhong Wushuang's chest (hey, it's the chest again), took out the silver needle from the small bag he carried with him, and didn't even bother to disinfect it. With his mind sinking into his mind, he ordered to use nearly 600 points of essence to directly upgrade the nine yin and yang needles taught to him by the medical immortal to the extreme that he could currently achieve.

After the improvement, Qin Hao let out a breath of miscellaneous breath, circulated the zhenqi in his hands, and accurately inserted the silver needles into the acupoints on Zhong Wushuang's chest, neck and head.

He felt that the true energy in his body was rapidly depleting. This was the price of saving lives with the Yang Jiu Needle. It would absorb the true energy of the person who applied the needle. If the true energy of the person who applied the needle was insufficient, it would even absorb the longevity of the person who applied the needle.

Therefore, the nine yin and yang needles of the Medical Immortal are magical skills that determine life and death.

Through the zhenqi entering Zhong Wushuang's body, Qin Hao "saw" the injuries in Zhong Wushuang's body in a way similar to perception. Her lungs were directly punctured, and her heart was damaged due to the strong vibration.

With such an injury, it can be said that death is almost certain.

Qin Hao suddenly felt extremely lucky that he had learned the Nine Needles of Yin and Yang from the Medical Immortal. Otherwise, facing Zhong Wushuang like this, he might have been able to just watch her die.

About 10 minutes later, Zhong Wushuang's injuries finally stabilized, and the Qi in Qin Hao's body was almost exhausted.

He withdrew the silver needle and his face turned a little pale, but fortunately he was finally out of danger.

"Brother Qin...junior sister...how are you doing?"

Xu Changfeng asked in a weak voice.

Qin Hao smiled, turned his head and said:

"Don't worry, Wushuang has already..."

Halfway through the words, Qin Hao's expression suddenly changed.

He stepped over and came to Xu Changfeng's side.

"Changfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Changfeng's face was full of blood, and he was already half-lying on the ground, unable to support his body.

Xu Changfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Qin Hao slapped his chest with a palm, and the few true energy in his body immediately surged over.

Qin Hao's zhenqi possesses a spirituality that is absolutely unmatched by other sixth-level spirits. As if with a pair of eyes, he can clearly see the situation in Xu Changfeng's body.

It turned out that his internal organs had been ruptured, seven or eight ribs were broken, and bone stubble had penetrated into his internal organs. The most important thing was that his skull was cracked and his brain was severely shaken.

If he had just suffered such an injury, it might not have been so serious, but even with such an injury, he still carried Zhong Wushuang on his back and ran for more than 100 miles, having exhausted all his energy.

Qin Hao roared angrily, took out the silver needle again, and was about to acupuncture Xu Changfeng.

But Xu Changfeng stopped him. He knew his situation. Even if Qin Hao wanted to rescue him, he would have to pay a high price.

"Forget it, don't bother."

Qin Hao threw his hand away and stuck three silver needles directly into it.

The purple-gold energy on his body lit up and began to surge into Xu Changfeng's body desperately.

But Xu Changfeng's body was like a bamboo basket. No matter how much energy he put in, it dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Because Xu Changfeng's body was technically dead at this time, and his heartbeat had stopped beating, but Wu Fu's strong vitality gave him some strength to stay awake.

If Qin Hao was at the ninth level of cultivation at this time, and had practiced the nine yin and yang needles to the highest level to the point of reversing yin and yang, he might still be able to be saved.

Qin Hao's eyes were blurred and his whole body was trembling, still desperately trying to squeeze out the little remaining energy he had.

Xu Changfeng's consciousness was almost lost. He used his last strength to reach out and pull out one of the silver needles on his body. Qin Hao's rescue came to an abrupt end.

"Brother Qin...treat...Junior Sister...well..."

After Xu Changfeng said the last sentence, his body went limp.

Qin Hao hugged him and sobbed softly:

"Changfeng...Changfeng..."