Blood is flowing on the ring.

Even he didn't notice that the purple ring was emitting a faint light.

His head sank and he fainted.

In a purple space, the fragrance of medicine floats.

In the dark, a vicissitudes of voice came.

"The thirty-eight generations of the Ye family have my blood, pass on my mantle, hang a pot to help the world, cure diseases and save people, their merits are immeasurable..."

When Ye Mo opened his eyes, he didn't know how much time had passed. His head felt a dull pain and there were some strange messages.

"Qihuang Heart Sutra? My ancestors were actually disciples of Huangdi and Qibo?"

After checking the information, Ye Mo was surprised.

"This "Qihuang Heart Sutra" includes acupuncture and massage, talisman Taoism, qi luck and numerology, etc..."

"I didn't expect that the ring my grandpa left to me before he died would actually be an inheritance."

Looking at the purple ring, Ye Mo sighed.

Then, he was shocked all over.

With this "Qihuang Heart Sutra", doesn't it mean that Lele's illness can be cured?
Chapter completed!