She picked up a piece of spiritual meat and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it with relish.

"Sure enough, the taste is a thousand times better than that vulgar meat!"

As he spoke, he smiled at the guests.

These words made the Ghost King smile, and the guests also agreed.

However, after the commotion, even the guests who had no chance to eat spiritual meat rarely touched the meat on the table.

Li Changan calmly wrote down Liu Qiaopo's appearance and continued to tell the story.

Skipping some details, I focused on how He Wumei changed the heart of a living soul, which aroused surprises at the table.

"Since then, the ghosts and demons of Qian and Tang Dynasties have come to seek medical treatment. Even Wannian Gong Yehou, who flew to the mountain, asked his wife to come to the doctor for treatment."

After saying that, not only the guests, but also the ghosts and gods looked surprised. Has this musician who was randomly kidnapped to provoke Wu Chen transformed into a capable person who can heal gods and ghosts?

A messenger whispered a few words to the Ghost King.

The Ghost King laughed as if he was stunned.

"It turns out that I am the famous ghost doctor empress these days!"

He shook his head and patted his stomach repeatedly.

"Children are careless in doing things, and they risk causing others to treat distinguished guests with disrespect."

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Clean water, cotton cloth, knives and scissors... all the tools are quickly prepared.

After bathing and changing clothes, He Wumei stood in front of the Ghost King, holding tightly in her hand the overseas treasured sword that was said to cut iron like mud and blow hair into pieces.

The sword is decorated with a gold handle and silver turban. It has a sharp blade and a curved body. The blade is more than two feet long and is covered with magnificent patterns. It is a work of art that decorates the treasure house and is also a weapon for killing people in battle.

But against the huge body of the Ghost King, it looks like a small and exquisite crescent knife in Dr. Lu's box, just for surgery.

He Wumei didn't dare to delay.

But when the sword met the ghost king Bai Shengsheng's belly, it was like a blunt knife hitting the cowhide.

He Wumei was asked to turn the tip of the knife into an awl, and with all her strength, she drilled a small hole next to the Ghost King's navel.

Suddenly there was pus and blood gushing out like a spring.

He Wumei quickly retreated.

Blood fell to the ground.

Zhi~zhi~

Immediately, a large pit was corroded on the bluestone brick, and clouds of yellow smoke rose up.

Suffered.

Very poisonous!

How to perform surgery?

He Wumei subconsciously thought of Li Changan, but immediately put it aside. She had occasionally seen Li Changan rolling around on the ground when he was making thunder talismans. She thought that Brother Gui had already done his best for his own willfulness.

What's more, just now Ghost King Mingli asked her to take a bath and change clothes. In fact, it was not just a head search, so the Taoist priest was definitely not allowed to do anything else.

It would have been nice if I had brought the green leaves given by Lord Wannian with me, but it was a pity that I hid them at home because of their preciousness.

How about asking for help from the Ghost King?

He Wumei raised his head hesitantly. The ghost king's eyebrows were downcast, and his smiling face was like Maitreya's. But behind his head, his statue had a red beard and long teeth, glaring at the common people.

He Wumei's heart trembled, but without hesitation, she tore off her sleeves, soaked them in water and wrapped them around her mouth and nose, then gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

Didn't think about it.

The clouds of yellow smoke melted immediately upon touching the body, and when one looked around, the whole body was covered with a layer of faint golden light.

"Amitabha."

Monk Wuchen, who had been a puppet all night, finally spoke and put his hands together.

"He, please feel free to do your best, and a poor monk will protect you."

Although Ghost King and Wuchen are in the same situation, they obviously have more trust in Wuchen than Li Changan, whose origin is unknown, and have no objection.

Seeing this, He Wumei quickly thanked her.

When the knife was cut again, she was surprised to find that not only was she immune to the poisonous gas, but her strength was also greatly increased, making it much easier to dissect the ghost king's belly.

After a lot of fiddling.

He Wumei rolled up the ghost king's belly, as if rolling up a thick door curtain, and saw a new world.

The ghost king's abdominal cavity was wide open, and his blue-gray intestines were coiled around it like a giant python that had swallowed too many prey. Facing He Wumei's visit, his long body only squirmed slightly, churning out waves of fishy stench.

The pus and blood in the abdomen are drained.

He Wumei quickly found an ulcer in her large intestine, and bloody feces was flowing out.

He Wumei's anxious heart dropped completely.
Chapter completed!