"I encountered a problem, so I wanted to ask my father for help."

He said calmly.

"Oh, you finally... OK, okay, wait a moment, I'll go find the old man now. You know that he doesn't use mobile phones on weekdays... Don't hang up, don't hang up the phone..."

The sound on the other side of the phone seemed to be very worried about Dr. Lu hanging up the phone.

After a moment.

"Hello?"

On the other side of the phone, a slightly majestic and a little old sound came.

The moment he heard this sound, Doctor Lu Zhenyi's eyes wet, and tears almost poured out of his eyes.

He was silent for three seconds, calming his mood, and then he said, "Sect Master, if you have something to do, I beg you to come forward and help me once."

On the other side of the phone, silent.

No response.

But it didn't hang up either.

Lu Zhenyi talked about the difficulties he encountered.

"The disciple begs to come forward and discuss with the Special Persons Administration Bureau to escort Li Mu first and come to Beijing to treat these injured soldiers. Moreover, the disciple speculates that Li Mu must have a way to deal with monsters. If he can make him atone for his merits, it will be a big deal for the country and the famous race."

After he finished speaking, he held his breath and listened quietly.

A blind voice came soon on the phone.

Hang up.

But Lu Zhenyi was not disappointed.

Because he knew that his father did not deny the proposal he gave him, that meant his apology.

For a moment, Lu Zhenyi was a little silent.

In a trance, time seemed to have returned to twenty years ago.

The only quarrel between me and my father was the last one, and the two sides parted in disagreement.

Since then, Lu Zhenyi has never returned to the Shenming Sect.

The phone ringing suddenly rang again.

It was still the same number, and it called back.

"Brother, you...ah, it's been so long, why are you still so stubborn? Can't you admit that you are wrong to the old man? My mother's death is not entirely the father's fault, you..."

It was the first voice to answer the phone.

This person is his younger brother.

Lu Zhener.

The second master in the Shenming Sect.

He talks like an old lady.

But Lu Zhenyi knew that this was for his own good.

"Second, I have a patient here. I'm very busy. I'll get up first and then contact me later."

Lu Zhenyi said lightly.

"Oh? OK, okay, I've hung up, but this time I agreed not to block me again and not change my phone number..."

The man compromised instantly.

"good."

Lu Zhenyi hung up the phone.

He looked up at the sky and stared blankly for a while.

He turned and returned to the rescue room.

"How about it?"

Li Huaqiji's eyes came to his face.

Lu Zhenyi said, "I have to wait a little longer, it should...it can be solved."

What he said was rather vague.

I dare not guarantee 100%.

But if even the leader of the Shenming Sect, the leader of the Seven Saints Sect in China and the number one in ancient Chinese martial arts, Lu Haoran, cannot let the government reconsider its strategy to deal with Li Mu, then Li Mu will really be unable to save him.

...

...

Himalayas.

Southwest China border.

A battle is in full swing.

"Galawa, do you Ganges Temple really want to go to war with my China?"

A tall and burly man holding a long knife, wearing a cloak, and a tough figure like a welcoming pine in Mount Hua, stood on the top of Mount Everest, and his divine light flowed all over his body. He spoke and shouted angrily. His voice was like thunder, and the snow on the surrounding mountains loosened and fell.

"Hahaha, I welcome the return of the True God. It is you Chinese who blocked me from the True God. You will start the war when you start. Do you really think the Ganges Temple will be afraid of you?"

A middle-aged Indian man wearing a white robe, holding a staff, and a white scarf wrapped in his head, was suspended in the void and sneered.

There are also several powerful men from the Ganges Temple in the surrounding void, with extremely strong strength and floating in the air.

In addition, there were several figures emitting black demonic energy all over their bodies, standing on the mountain peaks further away, releasing increasingly terrifying pressure.

There were sacrificers from the Ganges Temple who rushed towards the four demonic figures.

They were like moths flying into fire, crazy, hot, and with the determination of cultists.

"For the glory of the true God."

“Glory is eternal life.”

Shouting slogans, they rushed into the demonic energy.

Then, the body dissipated, the flesh and blood and spirit turned into fertilizer, and merged into the black figure in the center of the demonic energy.

As the sacrifice process continued, the pressure emitted by these four demonic figures became more and more terrifying and stronger.

"This group of lunatics...is bad."

The man holding the knife at the top of Mount Everest had a serious look in his eyes.

These madmen from the Ganges Temple.

He actually used the flesh and blood of the believer's master to sacrifice and feed these monsters.

If this continues, the monster's strength will be quickly restored, and it is almost impossible to destroy it.

"Old Jiang, the situation is wrong. I will withdraw from the rear of the palace."

He secretly sent a message to his six companions beside him.

We must never let the senior management of the Special Personnel Administration fall here.

These people are the true backbone of China's martial arts and are truly selfless and fearless people who consider the nation and the country.

If it is broken here, it is like a bolt from the blue for the country and the nation, and it is an unbearable loss.

...

...

At the same time.

Imperial capital.

Tiandian Headquarters.

After listening to Zhou Hao's complete report, Wang Changfa and other six or seven captains of the special forces were shocked.

Originally, I only knew that Li Mu had killed Elder Fan.

But I don’t know that Elder Fan has achieved a breakthrough through scientific experiments.

Elder Fan, who was in this state, was still killed by Li Mu.

This Li Mu, is he a devil?

Don't be an enemy.

Suddenly, these four words appeared in Wang Changfa's mind.

He finally understood why Zhou Hao sent such a text message halfway through the way.

I also understood why Zhou Hao, who had almost become a half-destroyed person, would return to the imperial capital at all costs and report it in person.
To be continued...