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Chapter 31: The Inheritance of the Witch

() After half a day's rest, Wu Hong finally won the right to get out of bed and move around. When the beautiful nurse Tang Xiaowan saw him rushing out of the ward like a child who had gained freedom, a knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Now.

Wu Hong's reputation as a miracle doctor in Yannan City has long been spread, but he himself has no special airs. Tang Xiaowan can't help but have a better impression of him.

Tang Xiaowan returned to the nursing station. The idle nurses in the station quickly came up to gossip and chirped: "Xiaowan, how are you? Have you captured our great miracle doctor?"

"Yes, Xiaowan, the miracle doctor Wu on the registration form is only 19 years old. Xiaowan, you are 22 years old now, and you are a female junior. You are holding a gold brick!"

"With your figure, Xiaowan, and your face, you are definitely worthy of the miracle doctor Wu. Xiaowan, you must seize the opportunity~"

Tang Xiaowan said goodbye to the sisters angrily and said, "You are a nymphomaniac, so don't get involved with me."

An older, slightly coquettish nurse rubbed her hands and said, "Even if sisters want to be nymphomaniacs, they don't have as good a chance as you. Nurse Yan has left all the good opportunities to you~

"



Wu Hong didn't know the gossip behind him. At this time, he took the elevator and followed the crowded flow of people to the eleventh floor. He arrived at Leng Xinmeng's special care ward with ease, and he could hear the relaxing words inside from a distance.

Laughter.

Leng Xinmeng's hospital bed was full of people, but she was walking around under the bed. Wu Hong took a closer look and found that it was employees from Sister Lian's company who came to visit together. Xing Yan was the first to see Wu Hong,

He stood up from the bed and joked:

"Wu Hong, it's been a long time since you appeared in Creative. We sisters really miss you~"

Sister Jiang on the side gave Xing Yan a light slap and said, "Wu Hong, don't listen to her nonsense. She wants you to go back and order lunches and do chores, so that she can be lazy for a while."

"Okay, I'm the best at doing chores. I miss those days too." Wu Hong walked in with a smile. He saw Sister Lian, Fan Yunbing, Leng Xinmeng and others all looking at him with different eyes.

But they are all very comfortable flavors.

Sister Jiang answered: "Wu Hong, aren't you saying this to deceive us? After we arrived at the Military Headquarters today, we have long heard of your reputation as the miracle doctor Wu. You can handle difficult and complicated diseases like Xinmeng.

They can all be cured. Will you still have to do odd jobs to earn a little money from now on? Maybe Mr. Leng will reward you with hundreds of thousands this time, and it won’t be enough for you to entertain yourself slowly?"

Wu Hong made a face: "Hey, Sister Jiang, I am a good young man who pursues progress. A little achievement cannot satisfy me. Now the development situation of creativity is very good, and I also want to take advantage of it and contribute my own strength.

So everyone can rest assured that in the future you will still have the opportunity to eat the lunch boxes I ordered and drink the coffee I brewed..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Wu Hong could see that the smile on Sister Lian's face was completely blooming that he had never seen before. Well, days like this are considered beautiful ~ Wu Hong secretly thought in his heart

think.

After a while, everyone dispersed, leaving only the Leng sisters. Leng Qinglian pulled Wu Hong to sit beside the bed, and said with a serious face: "Wu Hong, my sister..."

"What's wrong, Sister Lian, does Xinmeng have any sequelae now?"

Leng Xinmeng looked away at him angrily and said, "You are the one with the sequelae!"

Leng Qinglian shook her hand and said: "No, Xinmeng has a lot of things in her mind. It seems to be memories, and it seems to be experiences, just like watching a movie~ Oops, I can't explain clearly. Xinmeng, you can say it yourself~

"

Leng Xinmeng took over the conversation and said: "I seem to be able to feel another world, where the mountains are clear and the water is green, just like a fairyland on earth. People there are flying around, and they seem to be stepping on something called 'Flying Swords' under their feet.

'The magic weapon. This kind of flying sword can be big or small, it's really magical. But it doesn't seem to be peaceful there. There are frequent beatings and killings, killing people and taking away people's property at every turn."

Wu Hong was stunned, could this be the world of cultivation? He listened and asked Alice. But Alice tilted her head, wore a princess dress, bit her fingers for a long time, and did not remember seeing such a scene.

But Alice was Alice, and as soon as her big eyes wandered around, she thought of a possibility.

"Wu Hong, in the past I couldn't even sense the vitality in the human body. It can be seen that the omnipotent scan that I claim to be omnipotent is not omnipotent at all. Maybe many places on the earth have been deceived by ** forces, and not only have they deceived

Secular humans have also deceived alien high-tech intelligence like me."

Alice thought as she said: "Yes, that must be the case. According to the Supremacy Scripture, if a person has really cultivated to that top level, such a blinding method will definitely be a piece of cake."

Alice's final words awakened Wu Hong: "Leng Xinmeng knows this because the witch's memory must have been passed down to her."

Wu Hong was a little excited. He subconsciously grabbed Leng Xinmeng's boneless hands and said, "Then can you remember some secrets on cultivation?"

Leng Xinmeng blushed a little when he held her in such a hand, and gently broke away and said: "No."

Wu Hong just showed a disappointed expression, but unexpectedly Leng Xinmeng immediately continued: "But I clearly remember the hiding places of some magic weapons. There is a copy of the Taishang Alchemy Sutra hidden in Wuya Valley, which is extremely precious. In addition, I clearly remember the hiding places of some magic weapons.

, and there are some natural and earthly treasures.”

"It seems that the witch doesn't have any precious possessions~" Wu Hong couldn't help but sigh.

Leng Qinglian asked inexplicably: "Wu Hong, what are you talking about?"

Without waiting for Wu Hong to answer, Leng Xinmeng said: "Sister, I understand what he meant. I remember you told me that before I woke up, you saw a baby girl who claimed to be 'this witch', and Wu Hong

I also stabbed her to death with a golden needle. According to my speculation, the memory that exists in my mind should be the memory of that witch during her lifetime. And the treasures just now should be secretly hidden by her before she left that world.

"

"That world? Are there other worlds on earth?" Leng Qinglian asked inexplicably. Unexpectedly, Wu Hong nodded heavily.

"If I guessed correctly, the witch should come from the world of cultivation. The people there are all humans with superpowers. They can fly with swords and wander between heaven and earth. It must be a good place to live a happy life." Wu Hong

explained.

After hearing this, Leng Xinmeng disagreed and said: "Wu Hong, you are wrong. In the memory of the witch, she is full of resentment towards that world. She felt that the law of the jungle in that world had reached a fever pitch. The main reason turned out to be that between heaven and earth

The resources for cultivation are too scarce, causing all the cultivators to rob. If they disagree, there are many cases of killing people with swords. If it were not for this pressure of survival, the witch would not forcefully swallow the yellow-level spiritual fire, resulting in*

*Annihilation, the fate of Nascent Soul being hunted down."

Wu Hong frowned and said: "Since it is a world suitable for cultivation, why can't people practice quietly, but are keen on fighting and killing?" No wonder he had this question. According to the Sutra, cultivation,
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