However, soon, his eyes were straightened. Because he knew this person, after a closer look, McLee realized that the person who was floating in front of him like a ghost was actually nothing but the Wuqi who had no hands or feet.

"You...you are not..." Seeing this, McLee couldn't help but scream again.

"Yes, uncle, you read it right, it's me, Wuqi." Seeing this, Wuqi nodded quickly to respond. Then, before McLean finished speaking, his expression changed and immediately gave McLean a look of not continuing to speak. His upper and lower lips slightly pointed, and gently exhaled a misty white breath, and rushed towards McLean like a flying look.

This white energy was the white cloud that appeared in the palm of the palm many times when Wuqi had his hands. However, at this moment, because Wuqi had no arms, it did not condense and turned into a scattered shape.

However, the shapes are different, and the characteristics of the white gas have not changed. It can still cure human injuries. The speed is not only almost the same as the white clouds at the beginning, but also more convenient to control.

Of course, this is also a new ability that Wuqi has after entering the Holy Realm. If the strength is still only at the master level, remote control of white qi can be used to treat other people's injuries Wuqi can naturally do it. The effect of healing injuries is far from enough.

The white gas was already very close to McLee, less than three meters away. As soon as it was sprayed out from Wuqi's mouth, it was like a soldier who received the order. It quickly rotated several times in the air, turning into a thin, light, wide and large piece of white veil, slowly covering McLee's body.

The next moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared. After the white veil and McLee were bloody and scarred, they were invisible without warning. In an instant, it completely disappeared into McLee's body as if transparent. Then, the flesh and flesh on McLee's body turned outward, and a faint white light suddenly appeared on the bloody wound, completely covering the wound.

At this moment, McLee's body suddenly trembled. At the same time, his eyes, which had just returned to calm, suddenly opened, and then immediately widened and looked straight at Wuqi.

When John saw this, he thought that McLee's injury suddenly worsened, and his crying became bigger in an instant. He held McLee's hand and shouted with a trembling voice: "Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you?"

McLee did not answer John, as if he hadn't heard John's cry at all, but just looked at Wuqi silently, as if there were many things to ask, and his eyes suddenly became more and more strange and more surprised.

John did not see this, and did not hear McLean's response. He thought his father was no longer able to do so, but stopped shouting, but hugged McLean directly and burst into tears with sadness.

At this moment, Xiaodie, who followed Wuqi, finally arrived, but finally stopped outside the door and was reluctant to enter. It was not because of anything else, but because she suddenly heard John crying loudly just now.

Is my father dead?

As soon as he thought of this, Xiaodie's heartbeat "bang bang...bang bang" suddenly accelerated countless times, and even his breath was in a state of breath. He was obviously one step away from entering the door to see what was going on, but he forced his feet to retract and was so scared that he dared not enter the door.

Wuqi naturally couldn't see Xiaodie's expression at this moment, but after getting along with Xiaodie, he had already understood Xiaodie's personality. Xiaodie is the kind of woman who can't hide something in her heart and will not hide her mood at all. So, in just a moment, he heard something strange from Xiaodie's sudden stop.

However, he didn't plan to explain anything, nor did he take the initiative to tell John that your father is fine now and I'm healing for him.

Because Wuqi knew very well that even if they said these words now, they would be useless. Everything depends on facts. If I told them now that even if your father died, I could save him. Then these two little guys would definitely be regarded as fools or idiots, and their words would definitely be considered by them as comforting me.

Since the explanation is useless now, I won’t say it. I will just wait until I completely cured McLean’s injury. It’s not too late to say it.

This is Wuqi's thought at this moment. As soon as he thought about this, his eyes condensed, and his heart moved at will, accurately controlling the white energy that had already penetrated into McLee's body, and healed McLee's injuries.

Whether the injury is fatal or not is internal injuries. Therefore, Wuqi’s primary goal is to repair the internal organs and tendons that are stabbed by a knife. Then, repair the external injuries that can be seen by the naked eye.

This is not the first time Wuqi used medical techniques to heal his wounds in this way. When he fought with Balk, he used them once. Later, after coming to Meteor Village, he did this every day to heal the wounds on the broken limbs. At the beginning, Wuqi was not used to doing this, and even felt that it was too laborious and too troublesome to perform medical techniques like this.

But as time goes by, over time, I get used to using medical techniques like this.

Moreover, because he had to use it several times a day, in the end, he actually made perfect. Unconsciously, he found that he had mastered the skills. Therefore, when Wuqi was treating McLean at this moment, he would not have any effort, and he did not feel troublesome at all, but was easy and convenient.

It didn't take long. After five seconds, Wuqi repaired McLean's broken heart. Then, he controlled it with his mind, driving the white air in McLean's body to move towards his waist and abdomen.

The injury on the waist and abdomen was lighter than the heart position. In just three seconds, Wuqi completed the repair. Then, there were broken tendons, veins, blood vessels and bones in McLee's thighs and arms.

These injuries did not take long, and together, it only took about ten seconds. Finally, Wuqi spent another three seconds to check McLean's body, curing all the old injuries accumulated by hard work in McLean's body. Then he let out a long breath and began to heal McLean's flesh and bloody trauma.

The repair of internal injuries was not more than a minute. In this short minute, McLee thought he was dead several times. Because of Wuqi's actions, he affected his injuries, and instantly made the already serious injury worse. At that moment, McLee even laughed bitterly and couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.

It is said that the moment before a person dies, he will see many strange illusions. I thought this was a lie, but it turned out to be true. People can fly? Haha... Haha... Hehe... How can people fly? People don't have wings? It seems that I really should go to hell to report, and the time has come.

At that moment, McLee was extremely firmly convinced that Wuqi, who was floating in the air, was his illusion, but what he never expected was that Wuqi's illusion had appeared for so long. It didn't disappear for a whole minute. Didn't it mean that people could only see the illusion just before the death? Why did it take for a moment so long?

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of confusion suddenly appeared on McLee's face. At this moment, Wuqi suddenly smiled at him and said, "Uncle, don't worry, you will stand up soon."

As soon as this said, McLei was stunned. He didn't believe that Wuqi's words were true, nor did he hear Wuqi's words. As soon as Wuqi's words fell, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

At the same time, McLee was secretly mocking himself in his heart: It was at this time, and he was still joking with me. This illusion is really interesting. I am almost dead, so how could I still stand up?

However, it was strange that the other party seemed to understand his thoughts very well. His self-deprecating self-questioning question almost finished talking to himself in his heart, and saw Wuqi smile at him and said, "Uncle. I know what you are thinking now. It is normal to doubt it,

However, you can't believe my words, but you can't believe in your own body. Right? Didn't you realize that you are much better now than before?"

Much better?

A trace of unconcealed sarcasm flashed across McLee's face. But before he could even laugh at Wuqi, he suddenly realized that his body was really different from what he had just done. Not only was his breathing smoother, but his feeling of fatigue disappeared without a trace. Why is this? Could it be...

As soon as he thought of this, McLee's eyes lit up suddenly, and a hint of unconcealed ecstasy immediately appeared on his face clearly. But it only appeared for a moment and was replaced by a dull look. Then, McLee couldn't help but laugh at himself, shook his head, and muttered to himself softly: "Impossible."

This is absolutely impossible. They are all fake. I have been shot or my heart is shot. How could I still stand up again? I feel that my heart is not so painful now, because my soul has already..."

McLeben wanted to say, "I feel that my heart is not so painful now, because my soul has been separated from the ** and has become a soul that can instantly dissipate with a ray of wind. Since I am already a soul, I naturally cannot feel the pain." But before he finished speaking, he said halfway, and saw Wuqi smiled at himself again and said, "Uncle, okay!"

Then, McLee saw Wuqi let out a long breath, as if he had done a very important thing just now, and showed a satisfied look. While smiling faintly at himself, he urged excitedly: "Uncle, why are you still procrastinating? Get up and take a look. Feel free to feel how effective my treatment is!"

"You... aren't you an illusion?" McLee asked in disbelief after hearing this.

Wu Qi heard this, the smile on his face suddenly became brighter, and he urged even louder: "Of course not. Uncle, don't worry about these things, get up and try to walk by yourself, wouldn't you know?"

"Oh." McLee nodded blankly, sat up slowly from the bed, looked at Wuqi blankly, then put his legs back on the ground and stood up straight.

The next moment, McLeith suddenly felt a down-to-earth feeling, which made him feel very at ease and familiar. But all this was too unexpected. McLeith still looked down at his legs with some concern, and at the same time, he subconsciously touched his chest.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it, but after seeing it, McLei was stunned.

Alas? I clearly remember that there are two holes in my chest and here? Why... why is it gone?

But for a moment, McLee immediately turned his head and looked at Wuqi. At this moment, Wuqi smiled at himself and said, "Uncle, try two steps quickly."

McLee nodded as if he had some insight, took two steps lightly, and then fell two more steps. When he confirmed that he was really walking, he believed that he was not dead, but was truly alive.

The next moment, McLeith immediately hugged Wuqi who was floating in front of him without hesitation, and thanked him in tears: "Little brother! Although, I don't know what you did just now, thank you! You saved my old life from McLeith! Thank you!"

As soon as this said, Xiaodie outside the door and John who had been lying on the bed crying loudly, then reacted at the same time. After a while, the warm scenes of father and son reunion and father and daughter reunion were immediately staged one by one in a small room. Then, John and Xiaodie hugged Wuqi tightly as McLee.

Then, not long ago, the room was still dead and tense, and the atmosphere changed, and there was a lot of laughter from different heights, including McLean's laughter, Xiaodie's chuckle, and John's laughter, but Wuqi's laughter. However, Wuqi was not without laughter, but was smiling silently at this moment.

After a long time, the joyful and warm atmosphere returned to calm. Wuqi finally brought up the important matter until then, looking at McLee, and asked seriously: "Uncle. Who wants to kill you?"
Chapter completed!