Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1226 Compassion

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly walked to the pit in the wall, his thoughts drifting away involuntarily.

His background was no better than Tang Long's. He lost his parents at a young age and was all alone in the world. He struggled and struggled all the way, and the hardships he endured were indescribable.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the disheveled and unkempt Taoist priest and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

But the thought vanished in an instant; the slovenly Taoist was single-mindedly focused on taking his own life.

Even if we let him off today, he will be filled with hatred in the future and live a life of pain and distortion.

Thinking about it this way, death might be a relief for him.

"Tang Long is very lonely underground."

Jiang Xiaochuan said calmly, "I'll take you down to keep him company."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes turned cold instantly. He raised his right index finger, and the last of his spiritual power surged into his fingertip like a madman.

The Lingtai (spirit platform) is the core of a martial artist's sea of ​​consciousness. The slovenly Taoist was able to control the black energy within his body entirely because of it.

The yin energy had already tormented it severely, but only by completely shattering its spiritual platform could its life force be severed.

"No --!"

The slovenly Taoist let out a mournful cry of despair, using his last bit of strength to try and activate the black energy defense, but the energy within his body was already in a chaotic mess and could not be condensed at all.

Jiang Xiaochuan flicked his fingertip, and spiritual energy shot straight towards the slovenly Taoist's brow!

*Pfft!*

With a soft sound, the spiritual energy passed through the slovenly Taoist's brow without any hindrance and instantly entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately afterward, the slovenly Taoist priest froze, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

The surging black energy around him dissipated rapidly, like water that had lost its source, revealing his originally withered face.

He opened his mouth, but only managed a weak hoarse sound before his head slumped down limply.

Just as his life force was about to be completely extinguished, Jiang Xiaochuan keenly sensed it.

A nearly transparent thread flashed across the slovenly Taoist's corpse.

Yes, those secret techniques in China that can manipulate people's minds, once forcibly broken, will mostly backfire on the caster.

It seems that even the bizarre ninjutsu of Japan cannot escape this category...

The moment the thought crossed my mind, my tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Boss!"

Du Hai, who had been anxiously watching the situation, exclaimed in surprise and quickly caught the swaying man, "Are you alright?!"

With his help, Jiang Xiaochuan steadied himself, shook his head, and forced himself to ask, "You still remember Tang Ran's phone number, right?"

His phone had been shattered in that earth-shattering energy clash.

Now that they realize Hattori Hanzo might be spying on this place in some way, or even being attacked by him, they must immediately notify Tang Ran and have her bring the elite of the Flame Brigade to the scene as quickly as possible.

Perhaps by following this clue, we can pinpoint Hattori Hanzo and wipe out this gang of scourges in one fell swoop!

"Remember!"

Du Hai nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Xiaochuan had instructed him to keep Tang Ran's contact information; how could he possibly forget something so important?

Du Hai immediately took out his phone, quickly dialed the number, and then held it to Jiang Xiaochuan's ear.

Upon hearing Tang Ran's capable voice coming from the other end of the microphone, Jiang Xiaochuan immediately gave a concise account of what had happened.

She was instructed to immediately contact the Yan Brigade and have them arrive at the scene as quickly as possible to begin the pursuit.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a sweet taste in his throat, followed by an overwhelming sensation of blood.

"puff--!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swayed even more violently, and his breathing became intermittent, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain as if his internal organs were shifting.

The head-on clash just now, which seemed like a Pyrrhic victory for him, actually left his internal organs severely injured by the violent energy. He had only managed to hold on until now thanks to his indomitable willpower.

"Young Master Jiang!"

Feng Ji and Luo Gang immediately gathered around.

As soon as Luo Gang approached Jiang Xiaochuan, he held him up with both hands, as if afraid that Jiang Xiaochuan would fall.

At this moment, his gaze towards Jiang Xiaochuan held a mixture of admiration and relief.

If Jiang Xiaochuan had used that attack on him while he was in the octagon, he would have died long ago in the Northwest.

Jiang Xiaochuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "...Let's go upstairs first. We shouldn't stay here any longer."

at this time--

"Ding--"

Suddenly, the elevator emitted a crisp arrival announcement tone!

Feng Ji's expression changed drastically. He instantly shielded Jiang Xiaochuan behind him, unleashing his Nirvana Realm aura as he warily stared at the elevator door: "Who?!"

The elevator doors slid open.

What came into view was a gloomy face; it was none other than Huangfu Jingzhai.

Beside him, Situ Zhen's expression was equally grim.

Two Nirvana Realm warriors followed behind the two.

"They came quickly,"

Seeing them, Jiang Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew perfectly well the purpose of these two patriarchs' visit.

Since they want to get the secret from me, they naturally won't let me die easily.

In this way, even if Hattori Hanzo suddenly attacks, he can rest assured, since there are three Nirvana Realm experts on this side, including Feng Ji.

Even Hattori Hanzo couldn't gain any advantage.

"You are hurt?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's disheveled appearance, Situ Zhen first showed a hint of surprise, then frowned and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, fearing that he might die.

"Not dead yet."

Jiang Xiaochuan naturally understood what the other party meant, and after Zhuge Canglan reminded him, he became disgusted with Situ Zhen's attitude.

As he spoke, he coughed again, producing bloody phlegm.

Unexpectedly, the two heads of prominent families suddenly came to visit. Du Hai was worried about Jiang Xiaochuan's injuries, so he said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "You two heads of families have seen the condition of my eldest son. Please tell us another day if there is anything else."

"He's just a lackey, what right do you have to speak!"

Huangfu Jingzhai snorted coldly, suppressing his anger as he looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, "Since you're not quite dead yet, hurry up and spill that secret."

"Patriarch Huangfu, you're joking. You clearly already believe I'm just a scapegoat, so why ask such a question when you already know the answer?"

Even with his injured body, Jiang Xiaochuan still chose to maneuver.

The tighter you keep your mouth shut at this time, the more convinced the other person will be when they see the secret in their mind's eye.

Moreover, he's not afraid of delays.

At this moment, he could feel the stinging pain from his bones gradually lessening, which meant that his bodily functions were slowly recovering, and he had enough strength to keep going against Huangfu Jingzhai.

Stop pretending you're not smart!

Huangfu Jingzhai was barely able to contain his anger. "I've turned the Murong family upside down, but I haven't even seen a trace of Tang Long!"

In their search for Tang Long, Huangfu Jingzhai and Situ Zhen went to great lengths, turning the Murong family upside down.

But in the end, they disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead, and all leads in the investigation went cold.

Now that Jiang Xiaochuan has suddenly appeared in Tang Long's old lair, which has been built up over many years, Huangfu Jingzhai's heart, which had been completely disheartened, has been rekindled with a glimmer of hope.