Chapter 99 The miraculous medicine bestowed by the ancestor himself.

Thunder rumbled, lightning slithered across the ground like a snake, and the masked assassins twitched and fell to the ground one after another.

Du Hangwu and others were able to catch their breath. Although they had guessed that this would be a tough job, they did not expect to be robbed and killed one after another.

The prisoners who were still in fear of death the moment before, after escaping danger, knelt on the ground one after another, shouting to the Lu family gods, and the Lu family realized later that it was their ancestors who had come! The old and

young women and children hiding in the forest hurried out, and Lu Qing stumbled out on crutches, and a group of people ran towards their relatives who were fighting.

At this time, Lu Xingyao and others who had escaped from danger could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

Although there were still assassins around, the arrival of the old ancestor freed them from the fear of death threats and made them feel at ease.

Seeing people lying in a pool of blood, the people who came running were stunned.

Song knelt on the ground, holding her son who was covered in wounds, her face full of tears, "Hurry up and save my son!"

Lu Xingyan, who knew a little about medicine, checked the tribesmen's condition and whispered to the people beside him, "These are all external injuries, no vital injuries. Stop the bleeding first, and you come and carry the people to the tent."

The few people did not dare to delay and followed his instructions to carry the injured people into the tent.

At this moment, seeing Lu Xingyao covered in wounds, Gu Xingzhao was furious. Well, you actually hurt my child while I was away?

She had reserved her attack just now, but now she was determined to kill him. When her left hand got tired, she switched to her right hand. Thunder and lightning intertwined, and she finally found an outlet for the frustration she had been feeling recently.

Dozens of lightning bolts struck down, killing some of the masked men in black, while those who were not killed fainted and could not get up.

Du Hangwu and his men checked the living people one by one. The dead were pulled aside and burned together, while the living were tied up and gagged to prevent them from committing suicide, and kept for questioning later.

Looking at the corpses, the officers were horrified. If it weren't for the intervention of the Lu family gods, they would have died here tonight.

When entering the tent, Lu Qing caught a glimpse of the pit on the ground next to him, which had traces of burns on it. He immediately remembered the sky-high flames and loud noises just now. Could it be the work of gods?

After dealing with the assassin, Gu Xingzhao hesitated for a moment, but followed Lu Qing into the tent.

She had fallen asleep, and the system sounded the alarm again like last time, so she hurried over to check. She was not even wearing a coat and was just wrapped in a quilt.

Fortunately, the system has not given any prompts yet, which means the injured person is not in danger of life. But after all, a lot of blood has been lost, so I still have to go into the tent to check the situation.

What surprised Gu Xingzhao was that Lu Xingyan was using the things she had left behind to bandage the injured. He used each thing just right, but she clearly remembered that she had not taught the Lu family how to use these things. Perhaps Lu Qing had taught them privately?

Lu Xingyao was lying on the ground at this moment. Since his injuries were not serious, he just wrapped himself in a piece of cloth.

Seeing the other people bandaging their wounds with an expression of forbearance, he stood aside and grimaced, "Hiss—it hurts!"

"Ouch, it hurts—it hurts!"

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Lu Xingyao, especially the man who was applying medicine and bandaging the wound, who even forgot the pain.

I haven't even called out yet, what is the young master yelling about?

Lu Qing slapped his grandson on the head with just the right amount of force to confuse him without hurting his brain: "I'm injured, why are you yelling?"

"I was injured too. I was stabbed several times."

Lu Xingyao felt wronged. The old man was so domineering. Why didn't he let people cry out in pain?

The injured ones were dumbfounded. The young master had just been carrying a knife to meet the enemy, looking majestic and imposing, but now he pretended to be weak in front of everyone.

Damn it, he must be pretending to show off to the ancestors so that they would have pity on him!

Suddenly, one by one, they cried out in pain, some even louder than Lu Xingyao, for fear that the old ancestor couldn't hear them.

They now understood that sometimes one has to pretend to be weak and have to be as thick-skinned as the young master, otherwise he will suffer a lot.

When Lu Xingyan moved his hand holding the cotton swab slightly, a pig-slaughtering scream rang in his ears. He remained silent. It seemed that he didn't use much force, right?

Gu Xingzhao listened to the cries of pain and looked at the blood-soaked clothes in front of him. His heart was suddenly broken. How painful it must be.

She remembered that there were painkillers in the mall, so she searched for them in the system mall. Ordinary painkillers were priced at several thousand yuan. She noticed that the painkillers with a special icon next to them were priced at ten thousand yuan, and the description read: Rapidly effective.

Gu Xingzhao, who had always been stingy, bought twelve copies without hesitation according to the number of people!

Listening to how painful the disciples are feeling, how can an old ancestor like me bear it?

"Lu Qing, I brought some painkillers. You can give them some and they can drink them directly."

Hearing this, Lu Qing, leaning on his cane, swayed. He understood what these bastards were thinking, and felt guilty: "Thank you for your kindness, our ancestors! I will thank you on their behalf!"

He immediately led his son to get medicine from the bamboo basket, and saw more than a dozen bottles of medicine. The bottles were made of porcelain, but they were transparent!

Lu Qing was shocked. He had never seen such a special bottle before.

Lu Zhou was even more surprised, "Father, what is this!?"

He asked himself, since he was born in the Lu family, he had seen a lot of good things and used all the treasures bestowed by the emperor in the palace, but he had never seen such a special bottle!

Lu Qing: "Painkillers sent by my ancestors."

Lu Zhou suddenly realized, "!!!"

Yes, only gods have such treasures.

There were twelve bottles in total. Lu Qing held the bottles in his hand and counted them secretly. There were exactly twelve people.

"Go and give them the food to take."

After instructing his son, Lu Qing personally brought a bottle of medicine to his eldest grandson. He put down his cane, unscrewed the bottle, and said to his grandson in a deep voice, "Open your mouth."

Lu Xingyao looked confused, but still opened his mouth obediently.

Lu Qing poured the medicine in the bottle directly into his grandson's mouth. "This is the magic medicine given by our ancestors. Hurry and swallow it."

"???" Upon hearing that it was medicine given by his ancestors, Lu Xingyao was reluctant to swallow it.

He even wanted to spit it out and keep it safely. After all, his injuries were not serious and he did not need any miracle medicine.

But under the old man's gaze, he swallowed the medicine in his mouth helplessly.

The magical thing is that as soon as Lu Xingyao swallowed the medicine, he was surprised to find that the pain from the wounds on his body disappeared in an instant!

The same thing happened to the other tribesmen who had taken the medicine. They all widened their eyes and looked at each other.

Was it an illusion?

The wound was clearly painful just now, but now I feel nothing at all!

What kind of magic medicine did the ancestor give us that has such a miraculous effect? ​​It's a pity that it's gone in just one sip.

Several tribesmen who were only slightly injured felt regretful in their hearts. This was a magical medicine bestowed by their ancestor himself. If they had known this earlier, they would not have been in a hurry to drink it!