Chapter 301

Lin Tian tore off the mask of human skin and said faintly, "I am the one you want to kill."

"..." Andre's expression was extremely strange, and he could not say a word.

"What's all that nonsense for? Don't go and save your grandfather. " When Xiao ling'er hears that master Xiao is critically ill, he hastens.

Lin Tian pointed to Andre and said to Xiao Hei, "tie him up. Don't let him run away. We'll try him again when we come back."

Xiao Hei nods and agrees. Lin Tian and Xiao ling'er run to master Xiao's room in the mansion.

Before they entered the room, they heard the sound of retching coming from the sleeping old man Xiao in the room. The Xiao family's affairs made them in a state of high tension.

Master Xiao's painful appearance made everyone sad, but there was no way.

After Lin Tian and Xiao ling'er enter the room, they see that master Xiao is vomiting

splash splosh

Dark brown flowing objects flow down the corner of the mouth, mixed with red blood, as if to vomit out the viscera.

"No, there's blood." Lin Tian cried out“ They're doing it again. They're doing it again.

Everyone is flustered, but Lin Tian is very sober. He knows that at this time, he should be calm anyway, and his brain also starts to run at a high speed. He knows that the so-called head lowering technique, from the perspective of steps, lies in "lowering" and "head"“ "Jiang" refers to the magic or poisonous means used in casting“ "Head" refers to the individual being cast, and includes the "individual contact grasp" of the individual being cast (such as the eight characters of the caster's birthday, five elements, numerology, name, location, common objects, body parts, such as hair and nails, etc.).

By using the power of the spirit world, such as ghosts, we can construct information through the eight character names and related items of the individual caster, and then "simulate the individual", and finally achieve the purpose of subduing or killing the caster

Before Xiao, he just vomited the flowing Brown objects, which were the water and food of his body. The damage to the body is extremely serious, but there is no risk of death.

However, when she began to vomit blood, it was extremely dangerous.

This means that the caster has sensed the danger and has begun to speed up the pace of action.

"No wonder those killers didn't fight with Tang ya when they found him. They had planned to kill him with the technique of lowering his head. The biggest advantage of this is that they can use it to threaten him. When they control him, they will easily kill him, So that the Xiao family lost money. " Lin Tian explains why the killer didn't touch Xiao easily just now.

Everyone in the audience turned pale. They didn't expect that the black hand behind the scenes was so vicious. Xiao ling'er was filled with righteous indignation. His silver teeth were clenched, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were burning.

"Lin Tian, save your grandfather anyway." Xiao ling'er seldom asks for help, but this is the second time she asks for Lin Tian.

Master Xiao is dying of illness. How can Lin Tian sit back and ignore him? Anyway, he will try.

The servants were cleaning the filth that master Xiao vomited. Master Xiao couldn't lie on the bed, his eyes were blank, and his breath was weak. The God of death approached him little by little. He was not afraid of death, but he was really unwilling to die.

Thinking, tears from the eyes of the God out.

Seeing this, Lin Tian comforted him: "don't worry, old man. I will cure you. Do you believe me?"

Master Xiao seemed to hear what he said. He opened his mouth and said something that no one understood. He couldn't say it any more. Looking at his weak appearance, Lin Tian vowed that he would be cured.

Of course, he also knew that the caster must hide in the dark and use the Dharma vigorously, otherwise master Xiao would never be so serious.

It's a war of life, light and dark. One attack and one defense. To some extent, this is not a fair war at all.

However, as the guardian, Lin Tian had no choice.

"Silver needle." Lin Tian cried out“ Find me a box of silver needles

Xiao ling'er understood and ran to the outside of the room.

Lin Tian didn't dare to delay for a second. On the premise that he didn't have a silver needle in his hand, he pressed the acupoints of master Xiao as hard as he could, rolled up his sleeves and rubbed them desperately.

When he rubbed Mr. Xiao's two thin and old arms into purplish red, showing little red spots, Xiao ling'er finally sent up the silver needle.

Lin Tian took the syringe and without saying a word, he used the alcohol cotton in the medical box to disinfect two silver needles, one long and the other short. He held the needles in both hands, and used the sterilized long needles and round needles to transport the needles with inner strength.

The tip of the needle began to tremble slightly, and at last it began to look like ice. The needle was filled with a layer of mist.

Hanshanshou, the nine needle hand of Longyou, is a life-saving needle for cooling down. Mr. Xiao was weak, but he was waiting like a fire. The temperature was hot and he was in a high fever.

Lin Tian saw this scene, dare not neglect, two needles at the same time, a left arm, a right arm, and then began to hold the needle rotation.

After he had just finished vomiting, master Xiao, after Lin Tian's stimulation of acupoints, lay down at the head of the bed and fell asleep again. He didn't wake up just now, but was strongly stimulated by the desire to vomit.

The old man's face is lifeless because of the pain. With Lin Tian's needling, the cold air of Hanshan's hand flows into the veins of Mr. Xiao's body, which touches the hot air of his body. Mr. Xiao's face shows a strange blush.

Lin Tian is the only one who is a doctor. Even if others are in a hurry, they can't help. Xiao ling'er wipes the dirt on the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and holds his hand tightly with the other hand, for fear that if he doesn't, he will leave.

Lin Tian's hands are getting colder and colder. The two silver needles in his hands are about to be frozen into icicles. However, his forehead was now covered with dense beads of sweat. Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and his face slowly turned pale.

Xiao ling'er can't help but look at heartache, just want to wipe the sweat of forehead for him, but be rudely refused by Lin Tian: "don't touch me!"

Surprised, hanging in the air hand slowly down, she also can see that this is a critical moment, any redundant action may distract his attention.

With Lin Tian's constant output of energy in his body, the strange blush on his face began to fade away. However, the rash like spots on Mr. Xiao's body still stubbornly remain on the surface of his skin.

Lin Tian knows that it's a fire.

If you can't get rid of the fire, it's likely to rekindle. At that time, it's really going to make master Xiao's body dry.

"It's hard." Lin Tian thought.

His forehead was still sweating, but not as fast as before. Before it was hot sweat, now it is weak sweat, leg is shaking, upper eyelid is like hanging a big stone, can't help but pull down.

But even so, his hand still didn't move.

The cold air is like a wild spring in the mountains. It flows along the veins of master Xiao to the red classes that Lin Tian thinks are the fire. Holding the needle in both hands, it virtually strengthens the cold air.

Can let a person disheartened scene appeared, erythema is still tenacious residue in Xiao old man, Ren Lintian how hard can't as easily fade.

At this time, Lin Tian's body is no longer good. There are many illusory scenes in his eyes, and his face is even paler. But his hands still don't stop. Anyone can see that this is his instinct.

This is a kind of instinct that has been tempered for thousands of times, but his persistence makes people feel bitter and tearful.

In the battle of life, Lin Tian is fighting an invisible war with an enemy he is not familiar with and hiding in the dark. He gambles on his life and swears on his reputation that he will save master Xiao.

There are thousands of iron laws in the world that tell us that once everything comes to an end, a turn for the better will come