The unknown general dragged the corpse back to the city lord's mansion, and handed the black robe on his body and the scimitar in his hand to the person who came to collect the corpse with disgust.

Under the characteristic black robe is a very worn robe, covering Wuming's whole body tightly.

Seeing him like this, the corpse collector couldn't help but chuckled, "Why, are you still afraid that others will see it?"

The contempt and sarcasm in his tone were obvious, but Wuming seemed to have not heard it. He took his reward and turned around and left.

Behind him was the corpse collector cursing unconvincedly: "Who is there showing you a dead face every day? You are doing this job, are you still afraid that people will see the red marks on your face?"

"Okay, stop talking. The curse in his body is already pitiful." His companion couldn't help but persuade him.

The tone of the corpse collector was still so mean: "Swish, what do he feel sorry for? He is living a prosperous life by hunting someone like himself!"

The ending of this sentence drifted into Wuming's ears. He raised his hand and pulled up his hood, covering up his exposed eyebrows and eyes.

The distance between the slums was not far, and Wuming quickly returned to the house where he lived temporarily.

Because he got the reward, he specially bought a few spiritual fruits this time.

This time my nephew's movements were faster than him. When Wuming arrived home, my nephew had already sat down with the old man to drink soup.

"Uncle, you're back so late. We're almost finished the soup." The little nephew greeted me affectionately. Just as he was about to get the things in Wuming's hand, he stuffed a red spirit fruit into his hand.

The little nephew's eyes widened in his arms holding the spirit fruit in an instant: "Uncle, is this for me?"

"What about that?" Wuming replied angrily.

But the little nephew was immediately excited: "Thank you uncle!"

He took down everything Wuming was holding and followed his uncle's butt to drink soup.

Today's soup is just ordinary grass paste soup. It's called soup but it's actually more like porridge, and the taste is bitter.

However, none of the three of them disliked them, but drank the green porridge completely.

Wuming washed the jar in silence, and it was soon time for his nephew to leave.

The child holding the jar twisted for a while as usual before tapping and preparing to leave.

Seeing this, Wuming still called him. In the child's extremely anticipated gaze, he handed over a small package wrapped in oil paper.

"Send it to your parents, just talk about the soup for these days, thank them." Wuming ordered.

The child pursed his lips and finally took it.

He knew very well that he could live such a good life now because his parents love him and were willing to support him.

"Then uncle, I'm leaving." The child looked up and called Wuming again.

Wuming nodded at him with his eyes down and watched his nephew disappear into the slums.

The next moment, Wuming could no longer bear the pain on his body. He blinked weakly, and soon there was only a trace of darkness left in his sight.

The old man's anxious shouts were still in his ears, but Wuming could not hear anything.

The strange red patterns finally filled his eyebrows.

...

The head of the Min family was in a panic and asked, "Are you sure the two monks from another world come?"

The pronunciations of the words "two" and "cultivists from other worlds" were particularly severely bitten by the head of the Min family.

The housekeeper nodded to him: "There are two monks from another world, one man and one woman. They look extraordinary, but they don't look like medical practitioners... Please walk slowly, those two are waiting in the front hall and will not run away."

But why did the head of the Min family slow down?

The housekeeper didn't know that when he went to see his grandson with his son early this morning, he found that the red patterns had grown on his face!

The red pattern grows so fast, I guess it won’t take long to climb over my grandson’s entire face. When the red pattern grows to the center of my eyebrows and forms a mark there, his grandson’s life will probably be completely gone!

Originally, the head of the Min family was so busy that he could not remember any noble people. He even thought that the way of heaven had cut off his grandson's only life. However, the housekeeper suddenly came in to report and mentioned the noble people.

The head of the Min family immediately jumped up from the couch, and without even wearing any clothes, he headed straight to the front hall.

In the front hall, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue were still carefully looking at the scenery in Min's mansion.

The shopkeeper Zhao, who had just gotten angry with the butler, had already returned with a smile: "There is my old acquaintance in the Min Mansion. I finally came here and went to see him just now."

The two of them did not believe it or did not believe it. They just sat quietly, waiting for the arrival of the head of the Min family.

A burst of hurried footsteps quickly broke the calm indoors. Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuxue looked at each other, and before they could remind each other, a figure broke into everyone's sight.

"Where are the two cultivators in another world?" The head of the Min family said like a bell and hurriedly entered the door.

The housekeeper chased him and was about to introduce him to him, when he saw his head of the family grabbing the hands of the two guests in tears, his expression was fragile and he didn't look like the head of the family at all.

"Neither, please help me save my poor grandson!"

A desolate voice sounded in the front hall, and the butler stopped catching up with him, and the shopkeeper Zhao, who was about to reach out to help others, also stopped in the air.

Calling for help in this life seemed to slowly uncover the pain of Min's family for eight years.

An hour later, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue finally met the legendary young master of the Min family.

The young master is named Min Renjie, which is said to be because the head of the Min family hopes that this child can become a kind and outstanding person.

But from the moment, the young master has only met the previous half of his expectations.

Although Min Renjie is eight years old, he looks too thin and worse than those who are five or six years old.

When Sang Ying reached out to explore, she could even touch the bones behind him that were hurting.

He frowned slightly, and Mrs. Min, who was guarding his bedside, shed tears.

Seeing this, the head of the Min family also wiped his tears: "This child is so miserable. He knows that we feel sorry for him, so he doesn't want to scream. Since the curse completely broke out, we have also found a lot of food with spiritual energy, but Ren Jie continued to lose weight. I looked at him like this and wanted to give up several times."

Jiang Zhuoxue lowered his eyes and looked at the child on the bed. After a moment of silence, he said to the others in the room: "Can you please leave for a while? We need to have a good check on Mr. Min."

Mrs. Min looked up at the head of the Min family, obviously she didn't want to leave her son.

But the head of the Min family wanted his grandson to survive, and he didn't care about anything else. He just wanted to grab the life-saving straw that had been sent to him. He quickly pulled the people around him and said, "Okay, let's get out of here for you, let's get out of here for you."

His speed was very fast, and in a few words, only Sang Ying, Jiang Zhuoxue and Min Renjie who were breathing weakly were left in the room.

"What did you find?" Sang Ying asked after there was no one else in the room.

Jiang Zhuoxue did not answer her immediately, but instead picked up Min Renjie's slender hand with news. His sharp nails gently stroked the flesh and blood immediately emerged.

He lowered his head and sniffed it on the blood beads, and his expression immediately became serious.

"I'm right." Jiang Zhuoxue looked up at Sang Ying, "These people with blood curses in their bodies are covered with my blood!"

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