The Demon Slayer: Unlock the Immortal Thief Liuku at the beginning

The next day, Yan Ming walked out of the pharmacy and stood at the door.

Looking at the slowly rising sun in the sky, he took a deep breath of fresh air.

As he inhaled the air, his body became lighter.

It was as good as rushing into the clouds, and it made him feel full of energy and strength.

Yan Ming looked at his hands and secretly sighed at the convenience of the Liuku Immortal Thief.

It is worthy of the eight wonder skills, it is too rebellious, since yesterday after a day's work until now, he is still full of energy, he does not feel tired at all, and he does not feel hungry at all.

This had to make him admire the person who created the Liuku Immortal Thief for being able to create such a powerful technique.

"Xiaoming, why did you get up so early, you worked for a day yesterday, you can go back and rest for a while"

At this time, the old man's voice came from behind him.

Yan Ming then turned his head and smiled, "It's okay, I'm not tired at all"

When the old man heard this, he immediately put on a straight face and said, "If you are not tired, you have to go back to rest, you know? And your room has been cleaned up, don't sleep on the chair anymore, give, take the money to buy some daily necessities and come back"

The old man suddenly changed like a person, chattering at Yan Ming.

Knowing that the old man was a knife-mouthed tofu heart, Yan Ming grinned and said, "Okay, I'll buy it"

After speaking, Yan Ming turned around and ran outside.

"Hey, you kid bring the money," shouted the old man as he hurried out the door.

Before the old man could stop Yan Ming, Yan Ming's figure had already disappeared into the street.

"This kid is really fast,"

the old man muttered,

and turned back to the drugstore.

On the other side, Yan Ming crossed a street to a store selling daily necessities, bought some random things, and planned to go back to the pharmacy.

On his way back, as he passed by the edge of the harbor, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

It was a pink-haired girl, who looked bigger than Yan Ming, and had a long pink knife pinned to her hand, which looked very powerful.

But these were not the reasons why Yan Ming recognized her at a glance, but the clothes on her body.

The dress was a black suit, although it wasn't very serious on her.

The most striking thing is the word extinction behind it.

That's the kind of clothes that only the ghost slayer can wear.

This person is none other than the honey glass of the Ganlu Temple, the love pillar in one of the pillars of the ghost killing team.

"Why is she here?" Yan Ming wondered as he looked at the figure that was gradually moving away.

"Could it be that there are ghosts around here?"

"No, there shouldn't have been anything strange going on in the town lately,"

Yan Ming scratched his head in confusion.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it, let's go back first"

Yan Ming said as he picked up the things he had just bought and rushed to the pharmacy.

"I'm back"

Walking into the pharmacy, Yan Ming shouted to the people inside.

But no one responded to him.

Because the old man was talking to a patient who had wrapped himself in a dumpling.

Looking at the old man's sad face, this patient's condition seems to be a bit tricky.

Then he went to a counter, put down his purchases, and came to the old man's side.

Quietly leaned into the old man's ear and whispered, "What's wrong, is there something wrong with

this patient?"

The old man heard this, ignored Yan Ming, but smiled and said to the patient in front of him, "I'm sorry for you to sit there for a while, and I'll tell you the result later"

The patient nodded when he heard this, stood up and found a place in the store to sit down.

Seeing the old man's move, Yan Ming felt very strange.

It's not like the old man's style.

Could it be that this patient has an incurable disease, so that's why it's like this?

Seeing the patient walking away, the old man turned to look at Yan Ming and asked, "Xiao Ming, have you ever heard of a disease that can't

see the sun?"

When Yan Ming heard this, his expression instantly froze, and then he turned his head to look at the patient suddenly, his eyes full of vigilance.

But in a moment he reacted again.

It's daytime, and it's impossible for a ghost to be so bold and dare to come out so blatantly.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you?" the old man patted Yan Ming and asked.

"Oh, I haven't heard of it, what's wrong? Who can't see the sun?" Yan Ming asked rhetorically.

The old man stroked his beard, glanced at the patient sitting not far away, and said, "It's the patient, she said she has a disease that can't see the sun," "Maybe it's

some kind of skin disease, by the way,

have you seen her skin?" Yan Ming said.

Look, he's a very strange person, the hair

all over his body is white, and even his eyebrows are "white hair all over his body? I'll go, isn't that leukemia?

I didn't expect that there are

leukemia patients in this world."

He always thought that this two-dimensional world would not have such a disease, and it seemed that he didn't know much about this world.

"I'm a little eyebrow-raising," Yan Ming said, looking at the patient.

The old man asked, "What eyebrows, do you know how to cure it?"

Yan Ming shook his head and said, "I know what the cause is, but I don't know how to treat it"

joked, this disease is incurable even in the world before he crossed over.

Not to mention this world of cold weapons all day long.

Hearing that it could not be cured, the old man's face suddenly showed a trace of regret.

"Although it can't be cured, there should be a way to prolong her life"

As a traverser, plus Yan Ming, who is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, he knows that leukemia patients really can't be cured, but if they are properly maintained, they can still live for a long time.

"Oh, how to maintain it?" said the old man, puzzled.

Yan Ming pondered for a moment and said, "Well, it's to suck out the blood of his illness and replace it with healthy

blood" "Exchange blood? this, so possible"

The old man's face was full of surprise, obviously feeling that this matter was a bit fantastical.

If the other doctors knew, they would definitely think that Yan Ming was joking.

Because in terms of the current medical standards and common sense in this world, if a person's blood is directly extracted, that person will die directly, let alone pour blood into the person's body.

"You know, I'm never joking,"

Yan Ming glanced at the patient,

then turned his head to look at the old man seriously.

This is a matter of human life, how could he Yan Ming be joking.

And he really has a way to help that patient now.

The old man also glanced at the patient and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Okay, but you have to take care of yourself, don't do anything that hurts you,"

the old man waved to the sick man and motioned for her to come.

Yan Ming nodded, knowing that the old man cared about him, so he didn't say anything, and silently found a stool to sit next to the old man.

"Is there any cure for my disease?" the patient asked.

The old man glanced at Yan Ming and motioned for him to speak.

Yan Ming understood his heart, looked at the patient, and said bluntly, "Your disease is no longer cured."