This barrier is still shrinking, squeezing the size of the grimace, getting smaller and smaller...

“…”

The three of them were shocked to watch the Ink Painting Thrush. This was clearly a scene in the horror movie!

Under the gaze of several people.

The black mist was constantly compressed, and the struggle became increasingly weak. In the end, it condensed into a drop of red liquid slightly larger than the drop of essence and blood that Zuo Yang shot out.

"receive!"

Zuo Yang was prepared for a long time. He took out a porcelain bottle that had been prepared from somewhere and easily put the drop of red liquid in it. Then he plugged it hard with a cork wrapped in red fabric.

At this moment, this drop of red liquid is no longer as simple as essence and blood...

There are three kinds of powers contained in this. The first is the power of ghosts and gods from the injustice, the second is the spiritual energy in Zuo Yang's blood, and the third is the power of sealing the senior who sealed the injustice soul.

Now that it is stored, if you can refine the power of ghosts and gods, and then extract the sealing power of that senior for your own use, it will definitely be of great benefit to the improvement of Zuo Yang's realm. However, what step can be achieved depends on Zuo Yang's own fortune.

But I have to say.

The harvest he gained in this trip was definitely something he had never expected before coming, plus the spiritual energy on the three copper coins before...

He has been at the Xuan level for a while, because he has been limited to the game before, so his realm has improved relatively slowly. He himself doesn't know when he can go further and become a Earth-level master who is at the forefront of the Three Thousand Great Dao, with initial rules, insight into all things, and can double his life span.

Now that he has these two rare good things, he can try to speed up the progression process. Maybe the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle all at once?

“…”

Until this time, Shuimu and others still did not dare to move, looking at Zuo Yang like a statue, and the look of looking up was like a god who was lofty.

Just in the scene just now, who would dare to continue to regard Zuo Yang as an ordinary person? Is this a land god?

After all, everyone has received higher education, and the deceptive tricks created by the gangsters cannot deceive everyone at all. And this kind of trick is absolutely impossible for the gangsters to do...

"alright……"

Carefully put the small porcelain bottle in her bag. Zuo Yang looked back at the ink painting eyebrows and saw that the black evil spirit in her parents' palace had completely disappeared.

After looking at the mother of Shui Shuimai's mother, her husband's palace also restored her good complexion.

Zuo Yang smiled and said, "It's okay. Just clean up these jade scraps and wait for good news in the operating room."

"Really?"

The mother of the Ink Painting Thrush finally came to her senses. Yes, no matter what, the wealth and life of her lover are the most important. Is it really useful after doing so much?

"Are these jade slags fine?"

Ink Painting Thrush also asked.

At this moment, all the black lines on the jade slag have disappeared, leaving only the pure topaz pieces all over the floor, and the quality is actually quite good.

However, although topaz is famous in this era, it cannot be regarded as an expensive jade species, especially these topaz that have been broken into small pieces, which is even less valuable.

"No problem."

Zuo Yang nodded and said.

"Okay, I'll go and borrow a broom and dustpan from the cleaner."

Ink painting thrush walks out quickly.

"I'll do it, you go and accompany your mother."

This time, the uncle of the Ink Painting Eyebrow was quite eye-catching and ran out in front of the Ink Painting Eyebrow. After a while, he took the broom and dustpan back and swept the floor "swish swish swish".

And in fact.

During this process, the mother of Ink Painting and Ink Painting Mother was not completely relieved. After all, Ink Painting Mother's father was still in the operating room and no news came out.

result.

The jade slag on the ground has not been cleaned yet.

"Cruff!"

The operating room door was opened.

The dean and a group of chief physicians walked out of it with a look of fatigue. If you look closely, you can still find that their temples are all wet, which shows how nervous they were just now.

"Dean..."

The mother of the ink-washed thrush quickly stood up.

"Master's wife, please sit down."
Chapter completed!