"You really want to become stronger, right?"

"What can you do?"

Qiao Runzhi finally recovered from his shyness, looked at the strange man curiously and warily and asked.

"I have a solution."

He said firmly, but then his eyes averted and he continued:

"But you also have to have a strong will, even if it costs everything."

These words made Qiao Runzhi calm down and give everything...

He admitted that he had nothing now, but if he thought about it carefully, he didn't have everything either...

For example, he still has his wife, his relationship with his wife, his youth, and his healthy body, even though he is injured now...

Thinking about it this way, he does have a lot of things that he can't let go of. Becoming stronger has always been what he wants. If he becomes stronger, then he can fight side by side with Mora, and he will no longer be the one who can only hide behind her.

man.

"I...I can't become stronger because I can't give everything I have?"

When the man heard Qiao Runzhi's words, he weakly twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying. It seemed that the poison on his body was getting worse.

"People always have to make choices."

Qiao Runzhi nodded, and while he was deep in thought, the man held Qiao Runzhi's wrist holding the wet rag with his backhand, and before he could react, he activated his internal energy and poured it into his body continuously.

Qiao Runzhi's body.

"what you do?!"

This made Qiao Runzhi shocked and angry. He wanted to break away, but found that he couldn't do it at all. He saw waves of light blue internal force entering his body continuously, and felt that strange feeling.

The veins were forcefully pried open, and streams of energy rushed into his body. It was a strange feeling of being unable to control his body.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission, but I don't have much time. You just need to believe that I won't harm you."

"You...uh!"

Qiao Runzhi wanted to say something to stop the strange man, but he was tortured by the raging internal force pouring into his veins. The internal force escaping in his Dantian tortured Qiao Runzhi all the time, making him unable to say a word in pain.

Complete words.

"Who...are you...and what do you want to do?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you have to hold your breath and use all your inner strength. Someone will come to pick me up soon...no...it's to pick you up...no..."

It seemed that this statement did not satisfy the strange man. He paused for a while, with sweat pouring down his forehead and his lips becoming increasingly pale. It seemed that he was exporting not only his inner strength, but also his life.

With his free hand, he took the cracked fox mask that had been placed next to him, and slowly and firmly put it on Qiao Runzhi's face:

"It's to receive the Holy Lord..."

Qiao Runzhi couldn't move, and in the end he could only endure the pain of the internal force raging inside his body. He saw a mask on his cheek, his vision went dark, and he fainted.

Wan Moluo and Chen Lao here went into the mountains together. The morning frost and dew in the mountains was very heavy, and the leaves and grass all around were wet. Soon after walking deep into the mountains, their bodies were stained with frost and dew.

Wan Moluo had never been to this place before. He followed Mr. Chen to climb the mountain step by step until he reached the halfway point of the mountain. He saw that there were many strange-shaped herbs in Mr. Chen's basket.

"These are herbs that can dredge meridians and improve internal strength in a short period of time. Going further, there is a cave where I live temporarily halfway up the mountain. I practice here for a few days every month."

With that said, he led Wanmoluo to the front of the cave.

The cave is very hidden. When you push aside the bushes at the entrance, you will see a narrow entrance. After entering the cave, it becomes much larger.

There was only a wooden bed inside, and a few jars simply placed there.

Mr. Chen opened the jar, scooped out some dew from it, smashed it into juice with a stone pestle, took out a pill from his pocket, handed it to Wanmoluo and said:

"After eating, I meditate and fall into concentration, and keep running the Little Zhoutian until I feel that the internal force in the body increases. This is a unique method that I have studied for more than 60 years."

Wanmoluo nodded, took the pills and herbal juice from the old man's hand, drank it, sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, and began to meditate.
Chapter completed!