"Oh? It requires so many masters of the witchcraft and Gu sect. It seems that this business is not easy." Lu Chen was a little surprised.

Behind Huang Yinyin, there were several strong men at the level of martial arts masters.

The rest are all half-step masters, or innate Dzogchen.

Such a powerful force is extremely rare and can compete with the four major royal families.

"It's really not easy, because the person who placed the order is..."

Huang Yinyin was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old man behind her: "Saint! This is an important secret of the Witch Gu Sect, and must not be told to outsiders!"

"Um?"

Huang Yinyin glanced back, and the old man's pupils shrank in fright, and goosebumps appeared on his skin: "I'll say it again, this is my master, not an outsider. You'd better reorganize your language."

"I know my mistake."

The old man immediately lowered his head in fear.

"Yinyin, forget it."

Lu Chen shook his head: "Since it's a secret, I won't listen. I'm afraid of trouble. The more I know, the heavier my burden will be. Fortunately, it's better not to know."

"Well... okay then."

Huang Yinyin smiled without forcing it.

Telling this secret will indeed bring some danger to Lu Chen.

"Uncle, I'm a little hungry, can you take me for a midnight snack?" Huang Yinyin said coquettishly.

"No problem! You are here for the first time in Yanjing. I will take care of you tonight as my master!"

...

The next day, early morning.

In the ward.

Song Yingming, covered in bandages, was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

After escaping from the tiger's mouth last night, he fled home as soon as possible. As soon as he entered the house, he fainted and fell to the ground, and was sent to the hospital overnight for emergency treatment.

"Doctor, how is my son? Is he in danger?"

Looking at Song Yingming who had just come out of the operating room, Song Dehai couldn't help but feel worried.

"Mr. Song, please don't worry. Your young master's injuries are all superficial injuries. We have carefully cleaned them up and they are nothing serious." A doctor replied.

"That's good."

Song Dehai breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "But it's been so long, why hasn't my son woke up yet?"

"Your young master was a little frightened last night and his mood was not stable. We gave him a shot of sedative and let him have a good sleep. This will help his recovery. Counting the time, he will almost wake up." The doctor explained.

.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yingming on the hospital bed finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, wake up! Sure enough, I'm awake!"

Song Dehai looked happy, and hurriedly walked to the hospital bed and asked with concern: "Yingming, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable in your body?"

"Dad...why am I here?"

Song Yingming looked left and right, his head still a little blurry.

"You were covered in blood when you came home last night, which shocked me. Fortunately, you were rescued in time and your life was not in danger."

Song Dehai said seriously: "Yingming, what happened? Who hurt you like this? Tell dad, and dad will stand up for you!"

"last night?"
Chapter completed!