"came back."

Mr. Chen watched the two juniors come back in despair and knew that they were troubled by the death of their companions. He didn't say anything more at this time and just prepared some simple meals.

After the three of them ate, they looked at each other in silence for a while.

Just when everyone was silent, a cough was suddenly heard not far away.

It was the handsome man lying on the bed. When Mr. Chen heard the movement, he stepped forward to check the man's pulse.

Wan Moluo and Qiao Runzhi also walked over. As soon as they passed, they saw the man opening his eyes. His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and the whole person looked extremely haggard.

The man felt several pairs of eyes around him staring at him. He looked over one by one, and then he realized that he was lying on the bed.

"You have been poisoned, don't move easily, let alone use your skills."

The white-haired old man in front of him wanted to transfer her inner power to him, but the man raised his hand with difficulty to signal to stop.

"No need, no one can transfer the inner power to me with the skills I practice. If it is forcibly transmitted, I'm afraid...ahem..."

As he spoke, the man coughed and then vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"You were poisoned and injured your heart. If you don't do any treatment, I'm afraid you won't die soon!"

Mr. Chen pulled the man and said, but he didn't seem to care much about his condition. He looked around and then asked:

"Excuse me, old man, did anyone come looking for me during the time I was in coma?"

"Never."

Mr. Chen shook his head, his words were sincere and did not seem like he was lying.

After hearing this, the man nodded in despair, then closed his eyes and said:

"I'm a little tired and want to take a rest."

This man wanted to die, and there was nothing anyone could do to save him. Mr. Chen sighed and looked at the man, choosing to respect his decision.

Even if she goes to treat this man now, looking at his current state, he can't even get off the ground, and she's afraid he won't have a few days to live.

Both Wan Moluo and Qiao Runzhi also saw that the man had no will to survive. They looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

During this period, they were used to seeing life and death, and now they felt more of a sad and numb emotion about life and death.

If you are like this yourself, what ability do you have to control others?

Especially Wan Moluo, when she looked at the man on the bed, she seemed to see through him two people, Wei Xicai and Dan'er, who died in her arms.

Could it be that in another world, she still couldn't have a normal life?

The people she cares about are gradually leaving her, all because of her cowardice and incompetence...

What should be done?

How can she keep everyone she values ​​​​by her side?

She, Wanmoluo, no longer wants to be that ruthless killer, but she still can't keep him and can't get him.

Maybe she shouldn't have left Kyoto City from the beginning, right?

Wan Mo Luo silently blamed himself in his heart.

"Master Wife, Master Wife..."

When Wan Moluo came back to his senses, Qiao Runzhi had called her many times. It was not until Wan Moluo came back to his senses that he realized that Qiao Runzhi was looking at him nervously.

"What's wrong, Wife? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...I was just thinking..."

Wan Mo Luo shook his head, and just as he was about to tell Qiao Runzhi what he was thinking, he saw Mr. Chen coming out of the kitchen and said to Wan Mo Luo:

"Do you still remember the exercises my sister taught you before?"

Hearing the gray-haired old man in front of him ask this question, Wanmoluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.

In fact, Wan Moluo has always had doubts in his heart about whether this old man is really Mr. Chen's sister.

As a result, Wanmoluo didn't quite believe the story she told about them later.

But even if she doesn't believe it, what can she do?

The shock she received during this period was really too great. She had no intention of judging whether what the old man in front of her said was true or false.

When the old man saw her admitting, he took out a mahogany box from the cabinet on the kang and opened the box carefully.

Qiao Runzhi kept following the old man's gaze, and he noticed that Wan Mo Luo's condition had not been very good.

Qiao Runzhi lost two companions in just a few days. Qiao Runzhi was also extremely sad, but he knew that he could not fall. Compared with his own sadness, his wife felt a kind of condemnation of herself in her heart.

So all he can do now is to support and walk hand in hand with Mara. Even if Mara is a little depressed now, he believes that Mara will be able to cheer up and continue walking.

Now let him temporarily replace her as her support and move on.

Qiao Runzhi watched with his own eyes as the old man carefully opened the mahogany box and solemnly took out a jet-black fan from inside.

The shape of the fan is very similar to the iron fan used by Mara before.

Qiao Runzhi quickly patted Mo Luo and said:

"My wife, look, is that the weapon you used before?"

At this time, Mara came out of his daze and looked at the weapon in the old man's hand.

Just when I saw it, my eyes widened in shock.

Sure enough, as Qiao Runzhi said - that fan is exactly the same as the iron fan that Mr. Chen gave him before.

Seeing that both of them were in this state, Mr. Chen smiled and then said:

"It seems that you have seen this fan before. My sister must have made another one later."

Then he called Wan Mo Luo over and handed the iron fan to Wan Mo Luo.

Wan Moluo took the fan from Mr. Chen's hand. At first, just looking at the appearance, he would have thought that this fan was exactly the same as the iron fan he once had.

But when I actually took it into my hands, I realized it was completely different.

The first thing that was different was the material. The one that Mr. Chen gave her before was made of iron, but this one was obviously much heavier. Mo Luo weighed it in his hand and found that it was obviously twice as heavy as the previous fan.

More than enough.

Mr. Chen has said before that the heavier the iron fan is, the more it can combine this skill and mental method to exert the greatest effect. It is best to be a real black iron fan.

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"This is real..."

"Yes, this is the real . It is a unique iron fan in the world that my senior Xuanmen spent ten years using Black Iron to create."

Wan Mo Luo nodded, she knew the origin of the iron fan, but...

"Juniors heard that the real iron fan disappeared into the rivers, lakes and courts during the third war between Xuanyuan Kingdom and Huangfu Kingdom. Its whereabouts are still unknown, and the use of the iron fan weapon in Xuanmen has been almost lost.

, I didn’t expect to be here with you.”

Speaking of this, the old man sighed and then continued:

"Times have changed and the Xuanmen of today is no longer the Xuanmen of the past...sigh..."

Mr. Chen sighed, obviously not intending to continue talking.

But then he glanced at Wan Mo Luo and said:

"Can you remember the exercises and mental methods that my sister taught you before?"

Mr. Chen didn't want to say anything, and Wan Moluo didn't ask any further. She was a little discouraged now, and she had no interest at all in other things.

When Mr. Chen asked, Wan Mo Luo nodded and continued:

"Remember, the juniors will not dare to forget what the master taught me."

Hearing what Wan Mo Luo said, the old man nodded with relief, seemed to be relieved, and then looked around Wan Mo Luo:

"When you were in a coma, I transferred my true energy to you, only to find that there was no true energy in your body at all. You don't know internal energy, right?"

Wanmoluo nodded. She and the original owner, one was a modern person and the other was a civilian living in a small town, and neither of them had the opportunity to come into contact with these things.

"I can only say that you are very hard-working and very talented. Follow me outside and show you the skills my sister taught you, so that I can see how much you have learned."

Hearing what the old man said, Wan Mo Luo silently put down the old man's hand on her shoulder and said feebly:

"It's getting late today, so let's talk about it tomorrow."

Qiao Runzhi also saw that Mo Luo's heart was not here. At this time, she definitely wanted to be alone, so she stepped forward and said to the old man:

"Yes, old man, we have just recovered from a serious illness and have just started doing physical work. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

At this time, the injury on Qiao Runzhi's arm was still there. Unlike Wan Moluo, the old man did not transfer his true energy to him, and it would still take a long time for his fractured part to heal.

The old man first looked at Wan Mo Luo, and then at Qiao Runzhi. He hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed and said:

"That being the case, you should have a good rest today. We will go back tomorrow. You need to get used to this first."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go out, but as if he thought of something, he turned sideways and said to Wanmoluo:
To be continued...