Global Atavism: My Ancestor Is Pangu

The waiter at the side put his fingers tremblingly under Lin Zhengzhong's nose: "Master!"

Unable to feel Lin Zhengzhong's breath, even his true energy was rapidly dissipating, the waiter couldn't help but exclaimed, they really couldn't believe it now, the master died like this.

And he was killed by Mr. Lu who cured the terminally ill Mr. He.

Because, he didn't see what Lu Ze was doing just now, only Wang Yi was standing next to the master, so now what Wang Yi said, the waiter subconsciously believed it.

At this time, Butler Wang had already come running.

"Come on, come on! Catch this liar, he killed Master Lin!" Wang Yi pointed to Lu Ze and shouted.

Lu Ze ignored Wang Yi and strode towards Master Lin.

But at this moment, Wang Yi stood in front of Lu Ze in a flash: "What do you want to do!"

"Go away, trash." Lu Ze said angrily to Wang Yi coldly.

"Humph!"

Wang Yi just let out a cold snort, and just stood there.

Before Lu Ze could make a move, the butler beside him said, "Mr. Lu told you to go away."

Wang Yi regards Lu Ze as an enemy and can accept that he is disrespectful to him, but what is this old man, he immediately shouted angrily: "What are you, ah..."

Chapter 121 The dead can also be healed

Before Wang Yi could finish speaking, Steward Wang had already stepped forward, and his true energy exploded!

Butler Wang turned out to be at the eighth level of the heavenly level, and he was only one step away from stepping into the ninth level of the heavenly level!

In an instant, Wang Yige was pushed down to the ground, and his hands and feet were clasped.

Lu Ze cast a glance at Wang Yi, who was pinned to the ground by the housekeeper, walked up to Lin Zhengzhong, who had stopped breathing, dipped his hand in the blood, put it under his nose and smelled it.

As expected, Master Lin died of poisoning, and he was poisoned with mixed poisons.

As soon as he raised his hand, his true energy condensed into three needles, which were pierced into the Renzhong acupoint on his face, and the Qihu and Tianshu acupoints on his torso.

A palm shot out from the air, and a mouthful of black blood suddenly spit out from Master Lin's mouth.

Then, he pointed to Lin Zhengzhong's heart with his fingers.

At this time, Wang Yi, who was controlled on the ground, sneered in his heart.

"No matter how good your alchemy is, I don't believe that you can revive a dead person!"

"You and I were the only ones standing beside Mr. Lin just now, and Mr. Lin died when you made a move. What I said with Mr. Zhao behind his back, that's what it is!"

But just when Wang Yi was secretly happy, the next moment his face suddenly looked like he saw a ghost.

Master Lin's chest heaved when Lu Ze pointed his finger at his heart!

This scene was not only seen by him, but also by everyone present.

Silence, absolute silence.

The only sound that could be heard in this room was Mr. Lin's gradually heavy breathing.

"Liar! Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, the breath is gone, and the true energy has begun to slacken! You must be pretending to be a ghost again!" Wang Yi's eyes widened at this time, and he shouted in disbelief.

With a light movement of Lu Ze's fingers, the three needles flew back into his hand, turning into a faint qi and sinking into his body.

Master Lin suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily: "I, am I?"

"Master!" The butler of the Lin family flew to Mr. Lin's side and told what happened just now.

After listening to the waiter's narration, Lin Zhengzhong's eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you Mr. Lu for saving this old man's life."

Lu Ze waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, since I promised He Hexuan, I will do it."

After finishing speaking, Lu Ze turned his head to look at Wang Yi and said angrily: "I really didn't expect that you would use such indecent means to poison Master Lin and then blame me."

At this time, Lin Zhengzhong was still excited when he heard Lu Ze's words, he was startled and shouted at Wang Yi, "You! How dare you poison me!"

Anger suddenly appeared on Wang Yi's face on the ground, and he stared at Lu Ze, but his voice was full of guilt: "Fart! As an alchemist, I have been treating Mr. Lin for the past two days. How could it be possible? Will poison his old man."

"Mr. Lin, don't wrong me. Think about the medicine I prescribed for you these days, but it makes you feel uncomfortable."

Hearing Wang Yi's words, Lin Zhengzhong also calmed down, and after a while of contemplation, he nodded and looked at Lu Ze and said, "Mr. Lu, these two days are indeed as Alchemist Wang said, I have no discomfort after taking the medicine he prescribed. "

"Alchemist Wang said that although the medicine he prescribed for me could not cure my disease, it could help me relieve the pain of the onset of the disease."

Hearing this, Lu Ze nodded, but what he said made Lin Zhengzhong's face change.

"Because the medicine he gave you is poison, and it's Jiushang Jueming Powder. The stronger the true energy of this poison, the stronger the effect. Only my Three Soul Needle can bring your life back."

Lu Ze pointed to the burning incense wood and herbs while talking.

"And these are the medicines that trigger the poison. I guess he also arranged them."

"What! It's actually like this." Lin Zhengzhong's face turned ashen for a while, and he looked coldly at Wang Yi who was pushed to the ground.

Because the thing burned next to it was indeed Wang Yifang's, saying that it could make him concentrate.

But now after recovering, he only felt the smell was pungent.

"Now, do you have anything to argue about?"

"If not, then someone will drag him down for me!"

As soon as Lin Zhengzhong finished speaking, several figures appeared beside Wang Yi, grabbed his feet and dragged him outside.

"No! Mr. Lin, I didn't poison it, it wasn't me!" Wang Yi hurriedly waved his hands and shouted.

As soon as he raised his hand, the people dragging Wang Yi stopped. Lin Zhengzhong looked at Wang Yi coldly and said, "I'll give you a chance!"

At this time, Wang Yi seemed to have grasped at a straw, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes..."

Before Wang Yi could continue speaking, there was a muffled sound in his stomach.

Hearing this voice, those dragging Wang Yi hurriedly dispersed and surrounded Lin Zhengzhong, but Lu Ze quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Yi's hand.

After checking Wang Yi's condition, Lu Ze frowned suddenly, and Wang Yi's internal organs were blown to pieces.

This kind of injury, even the fairy art of the immortal, may not be able to save it.

Zhao Yuzong put down the button in his hand and said coldly: "What a waste."