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"Master Jiang!"

After reacting, Song Yingming quickly helped the person up.

He yelled and pinched him again, but not only did the old man in black not wake up, but he began to twitch all over.

His nose was bleeding, and he looked particularly scary.

"Master Jiang, what's going on? Isn't it because of the evil spirit?" Wang Zixuan's eyes widened.

He was fine just now, but suddenly he collapsed and looked like he was having an epileptic fit. It was really inexplicable.

"Quick! Send him to the hospital!"

Song Yingming panicked, and quickly ordered his servants to carry the old man in black out the door, and then rushed him to the hospital for rescue.

Master Jiang is not an ordinary person, but comes from the witchcraft sect.

If he died in the Song family, he would definitely be in big trouble.

. . . . . .

The night is getting darker.

Nancheng Hospital, in a certain ward.

After some resuscitation, the old man in black finally calmed down.

Song Yingming paced back and forth in the room, looking a little uneasy.

Wang Zixuan, on the other hand, was eating bananas leisurely, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

She doesn't care about Master Jiang's life or death at all. She only cares about whether the other party can get things done?

"Brother Yingming, don't be nervous. Master Jiang is an expert and nothing will happen to him." Wang Zixuan said calmly.

"That's what I say, but the situation just now is too scary. If Master Jiang has any shortcomings, we will all be in big trouble." Song Yingming frowned.

"What trouble can there be? He's just a mysticist. Why should our two wealthy families be afraid of him?" Wang Zixuan didn't care.

In this area of ​​Nancheng, the Wang and Song families have the final say.

Although mystic masters are rare, with the energy of the two major families, it is easy to spend a lot of money to find a few mystic masters.

"Zixuan, things are not as simple as you think..."

When Song Yingming was about to explain, the old man in black lying on the hospital bed suddenly coughed twice, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Master Jiang, are you finally awake?"

Song Yingming's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing? Are you okay?"

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

The old man in black rubbed his temples, his head still a little foggy.

"Master Jiang, you vomited blood and fainted before, don't you remember?" Song Yingming was a little surprised.

"Vomiting blood? Fainting?"

The old man in black frowned and began to recall carefully.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Mom!"

The old man in black exclaimed, lifted the quilt, and ran out, stumbling along the way.

The panicked look was as if he had seen a ghost.

"what?"

Seeing the strange behavior of the old man in black, Song Yingming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then quickly chased him out, blocking the front and asked: "Master Jiang, what's going on? Why are you running away so quietly?"

"If you don't run, are you waiting to die?"

The old man in black turned around and shouted: "Song Yingming, Song Yingming, you have done me a terrible job this time! Do you know who you are dealing with? That is a powerful being that I cannot afford to offend! He can't move his fingers. You can kill us!"

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Yingming stood blankly on the spot and said in shock: "Master Jiang, are you kidding?"

"Do you look at me like I'm joking with you?!" The old man in black was frightened.

He remembered.

When he commanded the poisonous insects to attack the target, he suddenly suffered an extremely strong backlash.

So much so that he vomited blood and fell into coma, almost burping.

He had never encountered this situation before.