Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

His words made everyone's mood heavy, watching the death atmosphere shrouded in Lu's body, and the atmosphere of the entire teaching office became so dignified. They were silent and did not speak, and did not know what to say. .

Although Lu Dian has not died yet, but he is not far from death, the death scent that appears on his body, all the cultivators present in the field can be seen, his spiritual strength is weakening, like a fire Pour in the rain, gradually getting smaller...

There are many people who cultivate the immortals in this world. Therefore, there are alchemists and pharmacists. It is because there are fewer doctors. The position of the doctors in the eyes of the immortals is far less than that of the alchemists and pharmacists. Because most of the doctors can only heal the mortals, the cultivators The body generally has problems with it.

It is precisely because of this that there are fewer doctors who can be respected by medical practitioners. After all, true medical masters are extremely rare, at least, in their sixth-class countries. .

"I wonder if you have heard of ghost doctors?"

A doctor suddenly said, looking at everyone: "If you can find a ghost doctor, I think Lu will be saved, but this ghost doctor is secret, it is difficult to find him, plus only three hours, even if It’s too late to find it.”

When he finally said, he sighed and shook his head and went out. This said that he did not say the same thing. If he wants to find a ghost doctor to save his life in three hours, how can he do it?

In his opinion, Lu’s guide is probably not saved. If it is a wound, for those who are cultivating the immortals, there are some remedies and remedies that can be saved in their hands, or they can be saved. It’s just that... Human life.

"The name of the ghost doctor is almost unknown in Qingteng. Only those who have seen him are less, but he has a better relationship with the black market. He used to appear in Qingteng, maybe, the black market. I will know where he is now.” The dean thought and said to the vice-president: “Go old, go take a trip, take my hand to ask the black market to help.”

"This... can you do it? The power of the black market is that we also have to be polite, and I worry that they will not disclose it."

"If you can't do it, you have to take a trip. Go! The black market president has a little bit of friendship with me. If he knows the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, he should help him if he is busy." The dean handed out the warrant and smashed his hand. Signaled him to hurry.

"That's good, I will take a trip." Guan Lao took over the ID of the Dean's identity and rushed to the black market.

"Dust, can there be ways to extend his life? Even if it is a day, or a few hours."

The dean looked at Lu Dao lying in bed and sighed. "This old Lu was personally recruited by me. I have been teaching the nebula teachings for more than ten years. I have always been a rigorous and serious teacher. I really don't want him to be like this..."

"I can use his spiritual power to seal his vitality. The whole body, blood and meridians stop running, and let him fall into a state of suspended animation, but only for two hours. When two hours pass, he still has only three hours left. "The dust is indifferent, and the line of sight glanced at Lu’s guide on the bed. For him, he was just a stranger. If the chief did not ask again, he would never open this mouth.

"Two hours?" The dean squatted, without hesitation: "Two hours are also time, life is death, it depends on his creation."