Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

If he hadn’t eaten anything at the Baxiantang Headquarters, Luo Yang wouldn’t suspect so much.

The key is that under Wang Weiye’s hospitality, Luo Yang drank tea, ate food, and drank wine.

If Wang Weiye wanted to play tricks, he had plenty of opportunities.

During the conversation with the Blood Devil, Luo Yang felt his Yin Spirit becoming more and more ethereal.

He suddenly remembered the Magical Pond Water in the landscape painting from the Shennong Scripture.

Luo Yang hurriedly filled a cup and drank it down.

The long-faced man was curious when he suddenly saw Luo Yang with a plastic cup in his hand, not knowing where it came from.

"Young Master Luo, what are you drinking?" the long-faced man inquired.

"Plain water," Luo Yang replied flatly.

After drinking the Magical Pond Water, the situation noticeably improved.

The Yin Spirit started to gather, and his mind wasn’t so clouded anymore.

However, in a short time, the Yin Spirit was still in an injured state.

Although he didn’t know what he had ingested, Luo Yang could confirm that Wang Weiye had tampered with him.

Not long ago, he had a good impression of Wang Weiye.

At this moment, Luo Yang wanted to tear Wang Weiye into eight pieces.

Before the Yin Spirit had fully healed, Luo Yang wanted to put this matter aside first.

He estimated that after half a day, the Yin Spirit might return to its original state.

He remembered Wang Weiye’s sincere invitation to stay for two days, not intending to take his life.

Originally, he wanted to capture the long-faced man and question him thoroughly.

He figured that someone of this level wouldn’t know much, at most just a pawn.

As the Yin Spirit was still recovering, it wasn’t wise to alert the enemy.

At this moment, the long-faced man gradually slowed down the car.

The surrounding roads were quite remote, with no houses in sight.

Other than patches of pine forests, there were few residences visible.

Luo Yang said flatly, "Have we reached the waterfall?"

There were no tall mountains nearby, only a small stream estimated.

"Almost there," the long-faced man dared to say, "Young Master Luo, let’s find a place to rest for a bit. You’re too tired."

Knowing he was lying, Luo Yang remained impassive.

It seemed like they intended to take his life.

"Alright then."

Nodding his head, an idea suddenly struck him.

Luo Yang let the cup in his hand fall inside the car, holding his chest as if struggling to breathe, he said, "I feel like I’m not going to make it. Please take me to a hospital."

If he really drove to the hospital, it would indicate that the long-faced man wasn’t involved, so there was no need to make things difficult for him.

The result was that the long-faced man showed no trace of compassion, only steering the car off the road into the woods.

Without responding, Luo Yang understood what was happening.

Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Luo Yang weakly said, "Why won’t you take me to the hospital? I’ll call Brother Ye later and you won’t fare well."

The long-faced man parked the car, finally revealing a hideous face, coldly saying, "In your next life, you can call him again!"

Dealing with this guy, even with an injured Yin Spirit, Luo Yang was more than confident.

Moreover, after drinking the Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture painting, his Yin Spirit had somewhat improved, and his awareness wasn’t as muddled as before. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Does this mean your young master really intends to kill me?" Luo Yang coldly said.

Seeing Luo Yang’s complexion suddenly improve, the long-faced man was startled.

He couldn’t determine if Luo Yang was truly in trouble, hesitating for a while, but from his face full of suspicion and uncertainty, it was clear he was apprehensive.

Luo Yang was known to be a prominent figure, his reputation had already reached Baxiantang Headquarters.

Therefore, the long-faced man had likely heard of his fame.

"Our young master wants to kill you, that’s not my concern. It’s your own fault for coming to die!" the long-faced man coldly said.

Luo Yang went to Baxiantang Headquarters only to see Hong Jiaxin.

He just wanted to see if she was doing well, and if she was happy, he would be at ease.

Despite the unwillingness, he wouldn’t force her to leave with him.

Yet Wang Weiye wanted to kill him, and thinking about this made Luo Yang furious.

He hadn’t done anything wrong to Baxiantang, and although he became the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, that was a later development.

"Wang Weiye wants to kill me because he doesn’t want me to see the class monitor?" Luo Yang stared at the long-faced man.

Before setting out, the long-faced man had already received a message that Luo Yang had taken the Soul Dispersing Pill and would soon become a corpse.

But now it seemed, whether in tone or complexion, he didn’t appear like someone dying soon.

The long-faced man was even more puzzled, saying, "Which class monitor?"

Usually, Luo Yang referred to Hong Jiaxin as the class monitor, but people unfamiliar wouldn’t understand.

"It’s Hong Jiaxin."

"Ha, asking so many questions before dying? Ask King Yanluo in Hell!"

Originally didn’t plan to act right away.

Unexpectedly, this guy refused to answer questions civilly.

Luo Yang sneered, "So you’re choosing punishment over leniency!"

While saying this, he prepared to channel energy to his hands.

At this moment, he felt as if his Yin Spirit was about to scatter again, the feeling was as if his consciousness flickered, like a momentary memory gap.

This kind of sudden consciousness flicker was terrifying.

It was Luo Yang’s first encounter with this.

He had experienced Yin Spirit injuries before, but nothing like this had happened.

It was apparent that this time the Yin Spirit was severely injured.

Thinking about being tricked by Wang Weiye, Luo Yang’s anger shot from his feet to his head, his gaze becoming cold.

Seeing Luo Yang first glaring, then closing his eyes and frowning, the long-faced man grew reckless, stealthily reaching to his calf to pull out a small knife, intending to stab Luo Yang in the car, white knife in, red knife out.

In fact, even with closed eyes, the long-faced man could hardly harm Luo Yang.

After all, Luo Yang knew the Shadow Fist Technique, highly effective against Henglian Kung Fu.

Even though the Shadow Fist Technique hadn’t reached the Third Level of Soul Ferry, his prowess was still formidable.

Furthermore, the Soul Beast and the Blood Devil resided in Luo Yang’s mind or the Shennong Scripture, both acting as his Heavenly Eyes, constantly aware of the surroundings.

As the long-faced man showed malice and reached for the knife, the Soul Beast had already warned Luo Yang, shouting, "Master, you’re about to die!"

The Blood Devil, who still needed Luo Yang’s help to find her husband Gan Jiang, also coldly said, "Hey, kid, open your eyes!"

Just by listening to them, it was clear the long-faced man intended to attack.

Luo Yang’s lips curled into a disdainful smile, he did not open his eyes, lest he be accused of bullying the weak.

Suddenly, the long-faced man snarled, "Die!"

As he said this, he thrust the knife towards Luo Yang’s chest.

Luo Yang’s smile broadened.

Even sitting in the car, he had little room to dodge.

But just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce his chest, the long-faced man blinked and saw the knife only stabbed the backrest of the passenger seat.

Having shifted his body to avoid the knife, Luo Yang’s mocking smile deepened.

As the long-faced man retracted the knife to stab again, Luo Yang punched him in the face, and his left hand seized his wrist.

Originally, the long-faced man thought success was imminent and hadn’t expected Luo Yang to be so skillful, leading to some carelessness.