Chapter 491: Tarsal Muscle Growth (Additional Update)
"Teacher Chai! What did you just say?! What divine spirit! Wu Gensheng?!!" Lu Linglong took a few steps forward and asked loudly.

Chai Yan looked at his hands, feeling somewhat helpless and incredulous, and murmured, "There are a few more Wu Gensheng, the one who pissed off your Master Lu's master to death."

After the words fell, Chai Yan was a little stunned, his thoughts kept spreading, and all the past events kept coming to his mind...

Suddenly, he lost interest. Chai Yan sighed and walked towards the jungle on one side.

Lu Lin and Lu Linglong did not stop him and watched his figure gradually disappear.

As soon as Chai Yan retreated, the other people who were entangled with Feng Baobao and Zhang Lingyu retreated instantly.

In the jungle, Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. It is not easy for the soul to reunite with the body after leaving it in this way.

Even if it is gathered back into the body, there is no guarantee that there will be no problems.

This injury was neither light nor serious, but it was extremely troublesome, enough to give the person behind the scenes a headache. At this point, he had only two choices, either to give up Zhang Chulan decisively or to ask someone to treat him.

Can't Xu San and Xu Si invite a good doctor? No, they must be able to. Murong Ji just wants to see what kind of people call him.

Or someone came to treat Zhang Chulan...

When I came back to myself, Murong Ji had already boarded the car heading back to the capital. The mountain road was gloomy and dark at night, and the car was also very quiet.

The mountain shadows and moonlight kept moving backwards, dissipating like passing clouds and smoke, leaving only the bright moon above, hanging high in the sky, far away but out of reach.

Just like the person he holds in his heart...

Things have to come to a conclusion. All we can do now is wait and see if the person behind the scenes can sit still...

【Zhang Yude……】

There was no movement for four consecutive days, and it seemed that the patience of the person behind the scenes was sufficient.

Sitting in front of the window, Murong Ji was half lying on a recliner, holding a copy of "Instructions for Practical Living" in his hand. This was the book passed down by Wang Yangming and was the foundation of his writings.

I heard footsteps behind me, and finally sat on another recliner. I waited for a long time but Qu Tong didn't speak.

Murong Ji glanced at her and then continued to focus on the book in his hand.

"Hubby, you're really not in a hurry at all. Aren't you afraid that your wishful thinking will fail?"

Murong Ji turned a page of the book. "No result is also a result. At least I have figured out some of the character of the person behind Zhang Chulan, right?"

Qu Tong sneered, "Even if it doesn't mean that Zhang Chulan can be abandoned at any time!"

"Isn't that better?"

Murong Ji put down the book, folded a corner and put it aside. "Tell me the result."

Qu Tong suddenly smiled, "Guess..."

Murong Ji was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and saw it was an unfamiliar number, so he hung up.

Before I could let go of my hand, the phone rang again.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he answered the phone casually, "Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Murong... this is our first call and I'm sorry I can't meet you in person." It was a voice that sounded a bit sweet, yet sonorous.

Murong Ji was slightly stunned, and thought quickly for a moment, then his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "You are Zhang Chulan's mother, your surname is Chu?"

The other party was silent for a moment, neither admitting nor denying, "Don't guess anymore, thank you for taking care of him these days. If possible, I hope he can stay by your side to study..."

Murong Ji thought about it carefully, and then said in a deep voice: "I want to see what Zhang Chulan is like. I don't want to end up training an opponent who will stab me in the back."

"That won't happen. Don't worry. Who is he? How can he be worthy of your attention? You are the founder of Quanzhen Taoism."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he immediately stood up from the recliner, his pressure spreading slowly, "Huh? Are you threatening me? You guys know a lot!"

"Don't misunderstand..."

Then the call was hung up. Murong Ji found the phone number and saw four words on it: unknown number...

Murong Ji was silent for a long time, then he lay down again, "Both parents are kings! Zhang Chulan, a standard template for the protagonist!"

Qu Tong sat aside with a gloomy face, and lay down somewhat dejectedly, "Hey, this method is quite advanced. My people can't find the source of the signal. The last location is a public telephone booth."

Murong Ji didn't care. He knew that the person who called him must have a perfect plan. Without Gao Erzhuang's help, he would have no chance of finding the other person's whereabouts.

At this moment, he no longer had the mood to play some romance with Murong Ji, and then he said: "Wang Zizhong's apprentice, Hu Lanlan. Someone has found Wang Zizhong's apprentice."

"My people checked and found that someone contacted her from a public phone and asked her to save someone. They also transferred the medical expenses to an overseas account."

Murong Ji nodded. It was certain now that Zhang Chulan's parents must have established themselves somewhere, and they had sufficient strength and power to monitor Zhang Chulan's situation.

"Honey, what should we do next?" "Just take a break. Why are you in such a hurry? Just take a good rest."

Qu Tong found a comfortable position steadily and squinted her eyes lazily. She always felt inexplicably at ease when she was next to Murong Ji.

"By the way, where are the Lu brothers and sisters? Why haven't they come back yet?"

Murong Ji turned a page of the book and said, "I asked them to go see the spirit of the gods. They have to verify it at least."

the other side.

The Lu siblings were confronting Zhang Chulan, who had activated his divine spirit. Suddenly, Lu Lin pounced and pinned Zhang Chulan down.

Countless translucent rays of light penetrated into Lu Lin's body, and in an instant, most of Lu Lin's acquired Qi was eliminated.

Lu Lin's forehead was covered with sweat, and she could only rely on her physical strength to control him. She pressed his Yifeng acupoint several times but failed to make him faint.

Zhang Chulan has good physical fitness. Lu Lin cannot open the third level of reverse life, so he really has no way to control him. Moreover, Zhang Chulan can use Qi!
He was caught off guard and Zhang Chulan escaped.

Blocked by Lu Linglong and Xu San and Xu Si, Hu Lanlan stood behind them and looked at Zhang Chulan with interest.

Lu Lin's face turned pale. He finally understood what was going on. He had been feeling strange because Xiao Xiao had clearly followed Sister Qu, but now he was on the way to kill Zhang Chulan.

Perhaps he had never intended to kill Zhang Chulan from the beginning, but to let him passively activate the divine spirit. Why? To let him, Lu Lin, prove his ability.

Lu Lin looked down at her hands in bewilderment. She was still at the first level of the third level of Reverse Life.

Murong Ji divided each of the three major levels into nine levels. [Master, this is to make me understand what stage I am in now?! ]

Now that I want to go there, I realize that Grandpa Lu Jin’s third level of reverse life is really crude.

Coming back to his senses, Lu Lin melted the Qi he had just recovered into his limbs and bones, and continued to press on Zhang Chulan...

At this time, Zhang Chulan was no longer a partner, but an emotionless training machine...

Murong Ji turned a page of the book, and was reading intently. He slowly came back to his senses and glanced at the time on his phone. It was almost time for dinner...

I saw an unread message, clicked it and saw that it was from Gao Erzhuang.

【Thank you……】

Murong Ji frowned slightly. What does that mean? I took away her pills, and she found out? Would she forget about the cooperation next time?
Northeast. Bunker.

Gao Lian injected a bottle of liquid medicine into the nutrient solution, then went to check on Gao Erzhuang. He waited for a long time, but there was no response...

Gao Lian frowned slightly. Is this the effect of the medicine? It is still effective. Apart from other things, Gao Erzhuang's condition is getting better...

"Dad! I'm itchy, the wound is itchy..." A voice came from the sound machine built specifically for Gao Erzhuang.

As soon as the voice fell, the blood filter connected to Gao Erzhuang's broken arm suddenly fell off.

Gao Lian's heart suddenly skipped a beat. "What...what's going on?!"

The next moment, tiny buds began to grow slowly on Gao Erzhuang's arms, like a dead tree suddenly blooming with life.

The flesh buds kept squirming, and Gao Erzhuang kept moaning due to the itch.

Suddenly, the blood-red bones began to grow, but at a very slow speed, far slower than the crazy growing buds.

But every time a bone grows, muscles, blood vessels, etc. will be attached to it.

In a short time, the nutrient solution was stained red with blood and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Stop the bleeding! Someone come quickly! Stop the bleeding!!" Gao Lian was excited and distressed. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart. After so many years, Er Zhuang's situation finally saw a turn for the better.

A few hours later, a man walked out of the house and glanced at Gao Lian who was sitting on the steps smoking.

Handed over the information in his hand.

"Er Zhuang's condition has stabilized. The ingredients in the nutrient solution are a bit complicated. The medicine you brought back is very effective, but... it's a bit of a waste to add it directly to the nutrient solution."

"I've had someone do an experiment on it. After we find the right ratio, we can inject the liquid medicine directly into Erzhuang's blood. The effect will be better."

Gao Lian let out a long breath, put out the cigarette in his hand, and walked into the disinfection room. When he saw Gao Erzhuang again, he saw that her face was full of fatigue. It was obvious that what happened just now had exhausted her a lot.

His eyes fell on Gao Erzhuang's newly grown forearm. His skin was white and tender, as delicate as a baby's. The reason why he could tell at a glance was because of the two colors on his skin.

I looked at Gao Erzhuang's chest again, but there was no change in his torso, and I couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"I've checked the arm. The bones are very soft, just like a newborn baby. There's another problem. Er Zhuang is calcium deficient. He needs a lot of calcium solution."

"The changes in the trunk are not obvious, but..." The man pushed his glasses, "However, Erzhuang has grown a small piece of liver, spleen, stomach, and pancreas, and is producing very slowly..."

(End of this chapter)