I Can See Through All Information

In the thatched house, Mr. Ji San was lying on the wooden bed.

There was a gray air lingering around his body, and his face looked gloomy.

The most important thing is that the left side of his body, face and exposed left hand are covered with malignant sores, which looks quite scary.

Looking at the angry and half-dead Master Ji San, Hu Laosan couldn't believe his eyes.

Is this still the handsome and aristocratic young man from a big family not long ago?

Third Young Master Ji was still conscious, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Lu Qing and others.

"Third Young Master, how are you feeling?"

Hu Laosan asked with concern.

"I'm not dead yet." Third Master Ji said in a weak tone, "Uncle Hu, these are..."

"This is Mr. Lu Xiaolang and Mr. Chen, whom you met at the city gate a few days ago."

Young Master Ji looked at Lu Qing's face, tried hard to recall, and finally remembered some traces.

But he still didn't understand why Hu Laosan brought these people here.

Didn't he send someone to send him a message asking him to report to the Ji family?

Lu Qing was not in a hurry to speak, there was a bit of surprise on his face.

Because he saw that the miasma mark in Master Ji's body had actually begun to take effect.

The sores on his hands and face illustrate this.

But the strange thing is that the mark was suppressed only half of the time.

Logically speaking, Master Ji San, who only has cultivation in the internal organs realm, should not have such abilities.

He turned on his superpower and looked at the body of Mr. Ji San quietly.

Soon, several notes floated up.

[Ji Fei: The third son of the Ji family in Qinglong City, he is upright and kind-hearted. 】

[Cultivation: A small accomplishment in internal organs the day after tomorrow. 】

[The evil cultivator's miasma mark is in the body, and the miasma is entangled and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. 】

[I once ate Yunmeng Ginkgo, and my physique transformed, and my vitality was far better than that of ordinary people. 】

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I see.

After investigating the situation of Third Young Master Ji, Lu Qing showed a look of understanding on his face.

It turns out that Master Ji San had an unexpected encounter and took a strange fruit called Yunmeng Ginkgo. His physique was different from that of ordinary people, and he was able to withstand the outbreak of the miasma mark.

Seeing the confusion in Mr. Ji's eyes, Lu Qing smiled.

"Mr. Ji San, you have been struck by the miasma mark. Now the mark is deeply embedded in your bones. Your body will be used as a carrier to promote the miasma.

Now the mark must be suppressed and completely removed.

Otherwise, when the mark completely breaks out, the miasma will brew, and this place may become a place of plague. "

Hearing Lu Qing's words, Master Ji's gloomy eyes showed a glimmer of light: "Young Master, is there any way to remove the miasma mark on my body?"

"We're somewhat certain, but we need the cooperation of Third Young Master." Lu Qing nodded.

"What do you need from me, young man? As long as I can remove this mark and prevent it from exploding, even if it takes my life."

A determined look appeared on Mr. Ji San's face.

Seeing him say this, Lu Qing showed approval:

"You don't need to do anything. As long as the Third Young Master trusts me, relax your mind and don't resist my treatment."

"That's it?" Mr. Ji San was stunned.

"That's all."

Lu Qing turned to the old doctor and said, "Master, I have to suppress and remove the mark for Third Young Master Ji. I'm afraid I won't be distracted later.

If something happens, I still need your help to keep an eye on it. "

"Aqing, what do you mean, someone will come over later?" The old doctor understood the meaning of his words.

“I can’t guarantee it, but there is a connection between this miasma mark and the person who made it.

If he is not far away, he may feel it when I suppress the mark later. "

"I understand, feel free to help Mr. Ji remove the mark."

The old doctor nodded solemnly.

If it was just an ordinary plague miasma, he had a cure.

But when it comes to cultivating immortals, with his current abilities, he is still beyond his capabilities.

"Uncle Hu, please help me carry Mr. Ji San out. There is sunshine outside, and we can suppress the miasma a little. Be careful not to touch the gray energy on his body."

With the help of Hu Laosan, Lu Qing moved Mr. Ji San outside the house with him and the bed.

The girl also came out and stood guard beside him holding a wooden stick.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered that the girl's face was pitted and had many scars.

It turned out that this was a girl who had suffered from leprosy.

In fact, most of the villagers who had just gathered around Lu Qing and the others had scars on their faces and hands.

Presumably they are all villagers who have survived leprosy in this village.

"Little sister, I want to treat this young master. Can you step aside first? Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Seeing the vigilance in the girl's eyes, Lu Qing smiled.

The girl did not step aside.

"Xiaorou, it's okay. They are all my friends and will not harm me."

Young Master Ji San slowly spoke at this time.

Just now he heard the conversation between Lu Qing and the old doctor, and realized that Lu Qing really had a way to save him, and he felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Although he is not afraid of death, it would be best if he could live.

The girl looked at Mr. Ji San, and then slowly stepped aside.

But she still looked at Lu Qing and the others, and seemed not to be completely reassured.

Seeing her like this, Lu Qing understood.

It seems that there is a story between Mr. Ji San and this girl.

After the girl left, Lu Qing picked up a piece of firewood from the side and began to carve around the third son of Ji on the ground.

His speed was not slow. Not long after, a mysterious formation was carved out.

The wooden bed where the third son of Ji was lying was in the center of the formation.

After drawing the formation, Lu Qing casually cast a few jade talismans and sank them into the ground, using the power of the jade talismans to communicate with the earth.

The next moment, a hazy light lit up, forming a round cover, covering Lu Qing and the third son of Ji.

Such a magical scene immediately shocked Hu Laosan and other people who had never seen Lu Qing's immortal methods.

Especially those villagers, they thought they saw a miracle and knelt down one after another.

The third son of Ji was also shocked, and at the same time, he had greater hope in his heart.

The more magical Lu Qing's methods were, the greater the probability that he could cure himself.

The greater his chance of survival.

Lu Qing had no time to pay attention to these, but looked at Mr. Ji San with a serious expression.

Perhaps stimulated by the power of the formation, the gray gas on Mr. Ji San's body began to become restless when the light curtain rose.

Gradually eroding the other half of his body.

Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately walked to the front of the stand, pinched his fingers, and quickly condensed a talisman, which was printed on Mr. Ji San's body.

The talisman fell on Mr. Ji San's chest, and the gray gas wanted to stop it.

But after the talisman emitted a faint white light, the gray gas immediately avoided snakes and scorpions, desperately hiding to the sides, allowing it to smoothly sink into Mr. Ji San's chest.

When the talisman entered the body, Mr. Ji San's body immediately changed.

The gray gas that had been floating outside his body froze for a moment.

Then, it quickly shrank into Mr. Ji San's body and occupied his left body.

Seeing this, Lu Qing smiled, and with a spell on his hand, another talisman condensed and hit the body of the third son of Ji.

This time, he chose the head of the third son of Ji.

The talisman sank into the forehead of the third son of Ji, and the gray gas on his left face began to be quickly forced back and fled to his neck.

Lu Qing kept casting spells and continued to condense the talisman.

In this way, after he hit five talismans in succession, the gray gas on the third son of Ji was finally completely forced out.

Finally, a strange gray mark appeared at the position of his heart.

At the same time, in a cave dozens of miles away from the village, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

"Is someone trying to remove the miasma mark I planted on the kid of the Ji family?"

This person was surrounded by gray gas, and he carried a huge gray gourd on his back.

"Who is it that has a way to remove the miasma mark I planted?"

The strange man with the gourd on his back showed a look of doubt in his eyes.

The miasma mark on the Ji family kid was planted by him with the help of the plague gourd behind him.

Even if it is the perfect innate realm, there should be no way to remove it.

Now it has been triggered. Who on earth can have such ability?

Hesitation appeared on the weirdo's face.

He wanted to go and check it out, but he was afraid.

The person who can trigger the miasma mark must not be an ordinary person.

Maybe it is a cultivator who is lucky enough to obtain the ancient inheritance like him.

If this is the case, then things will be much more complicated.

After struggling for a while, the weirdo decided to go and see the situation.

The Ji family kid has a special physique and is of great use to him.

Once it is successfully refined into a poisonous miasma puppet, it will be a great help to his future practice.

It really cannot be lost.

Moreover, he has now initially refined the plague gourd, and his strength has greatly increased.

Even if the innate realm is perfect, it may not be his opponent.

If the situation changes later, if he wants to leave, I believe no one in the world can stop him.

Thinking of this, the weirdo immediately pinched the magic formula with his hands, collected the gray air around him into the gourd, and revealed his gray face.

"I want to see who is so bold that he dares to touch the furnace tripod I like!"

The weirdo's eyes showed a fierce look, and after identifying the direction, his figure disappeared in the cave.

Just as the weirdo followed the induction and rushed to the village.

Lu Qing also had a little accident.

I saw that outside the village, a long shout suddenly came to mind: "Fei'er, where are you, your father is here to pick you up!"

Then, several powerful auras appeared outside.

"Master Ji, please stay."

At this time, Ma Gu's voice also sounded outside.

The breath of the master of the Ji family suddenly stagnated, because he recognized Ma Gu as the driver of Lu Xiaolangjun, who even the Lord of Qinglong City was afraid of.

Several Ji family innates behind him also shuddered.

Ma Gu was here, which meant that the other person was also nearby.

Recalling the terrifying methods that person had displayed in the city, several people quickly restrained their breath and did not dare to act rashly.

The head of the Ji family bowed and saluted: "Excuse me, sir, is Mr. Lu here too?"

"Yes, my son is inside, treating Mr. Ji San. Please don't make any noise, so as not to disturb my son." Ma Gu replied.

Hearing this answer, the head of the Ji family felt relieved, knowing that his son was still alive.

He continued to ask politely: "I didn't expect my son to have such a blessing. I am grateful to Mr. Lu for his kindness.

Your Excellency, I am concerned about my son. I wonder if he can enter the village?"

"This..."

Ma Gu was still hesitating when the old doctor's voice rang out: "Let them in."

Ma Gu immediately said: "Master Ji also heard it. My master invites you in."

"Thank you, sir."

Although Ma Gu and Wei Zi'an were only in the post-natal realm, Master Ji still showed enough courtesy.

After bowing to the two again, he led people into the village.

When they arrived at the place, they were all surprised to see Lu Qing and the third son of the Ji family covered by the light curtain of the formation.

On the one hand, they were shocked by the magical scene of the light curtain of the formation, and on the other hand, they were shocked by Ji Fei's appearance.

Especially Master Ji, seeing Ji Fei turned into this state, his face showed grief.

He dared not imagine what kind of pain his son had endured to become so neither human nor ghost.

But fortunately, his self-control was still there.

Although he was sad, he also saw that Lu Qing was doing his best to treat his son, and he did not dare to make a sound to disturb him.

He just bowed to the old doctor quietly: "Hello, senior."

"No need to be polite." The old doctor returned the greeting, "Ah Qing is removing the miasma mark for Master Ling. It should be successful soon. Master Ji doesn't need to worry."

Although Master Ji didn't know what the miasma mark was, he could hear that things were getting better. He relaxed a little and began to look into the formation.

In the light curtain of the formation, Lu Qing had forced all the gray air on Master Ji San's body to one place and condensed it into a mark.

But this alone was not enough.

Because the miasma mark was located at the heart of Master Ji San, it was almost fused with his heart meridian.

So next, he still needed to spend some effort to completely force out the miasma mark.

Thinking of this, Lu Qing took out a needle bag from his arms.

The spiritual energy in his body surged, and he quickly inserted eighteen silver needles around Master Ji San's heart.

Completely block the heart meridian, along with the miasma mark, to prevent it from escaping again.

The way out was blocked, and the miasma mark seemed to feel the crisis and began to struggle immediately.

The unbearable pain made Mr. Ji San unable to bear it and he groaned.

Beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his face, and the poisonous sores on his face made him look even more hideous.

The strange gray mark, in Mr. Ji San's heart, was surging and struggling like a living thing.

The scene made the people around him shudder.

Especially the head of the Ji family, his heart was like a knife, and he wished he could take his place.

Lu Qing ignored the pain on Mr. Ji San's face.

His eyes were just staring at the miasma mark that was struggling and beating like a heart.

He began to make seals on his hands and began to condense the talisman quickly.

As a talisman emitting a faint golden light condensed in his hands, a sense of peace began to emerge in everyone's hearts.

On the contrary, the miasma mark on Young Master Ji San's body struggled even more violently.