Gu Zhaoxi revealed his tattoo and finally proved his identity.
Must say, these clothes’ quality was really good—enduring thirty days of whipping before breaking. If it were Hall Master Purple’s same style, as readers said, he’d spend his entire life in prison.
“Er Ya!”
Jun Changxiao urgently said: “Untie him quickly!”
“Whoosh!”
The ropes immediately loosened. Gu Zhaoxi fell with a “bang,” all fours hitting the ground, his face becoming even more distorted.
“Brother!”
Jun Changxiao hurriedly ran over, then helped him up and gave him the most sincere embrace between men, saying: “Why didn’t you say so earlier!”
“…”
Gu Zhaoxi almost vomited blood.
I wanted to say, but wasn’t given the chance!
“Remembered!”
Er Ya slapped her forehead and said: “This person is the tattooed man who wanted to die before!”
“Right, right!”
Zhao Doudou clapped and said: “I remember now too!”
The two finally recalled the familiar tattoo, but it seemed a bit late, because Gu Zhaoxi had already been tortured into something neither human nor ghost, ultimately fainting in Dog Sheng’s arms.
“Brother!”
Jun Changxiao cried out in grief.
Having just walked in, Hua Meigui happened to see this and thought to herself: “Why does husband care so much about a man?”
…
Medical Hall.
Sun Bukong, dressed in doctor’s garb, walked out from the room, then removed his mask and shook his head quite helplessly.
“Can’t save him?”
Jun Changxiao’s face changed dramatically as he waited outside.
Sun Bukong said: “Both body and soul are severely damaged. Even if he can barely survive, he’ll find it difficult to cultivate martial arts in the future, or even… fall into eternal slumber.”
This statement was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Jun Changxiao frozen in place.
Finally reunited with his sworn brother, originally thinking with his assistance the sect would be like adding wings to a tiger, but the result was he’d become a vegetable!
“It’s my fault!”
“All my fault!”
Jun Changxiao squatted down, holding his head in extreme self-blame: “Should have thought earlier—Xi Zhao Gu reversed is Gu Zhaoxi!”
“Sect Master.”
Sun Bukong said: “Should we give up treatment?”
For a professional doctor to say this required bearing great pain, because being unable to save a patient represented incompetence!
Jun Changxiao didn’t answer, but walked into the emergency room and looked at Gu Zhaoxi lying on the bed full of tubes, with an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth, saying in grief: “Brother, your old brother wronged you!”
Don’t ask how the medical equipment came—ask and it was bought from the System mall.
…
One month of torture left Gu Zhaoxi in severe coma.
After difficult contemplation, Jun Changxiao still decided to remove the oxygen tube, because his brother had the Spirit of Reincarnation—if he died he could be reborn. Keeping him hanging like this was more painful than death.
“Old brother.”
Jun Changxiao sat before the sickbed, took out the Green Dragon Crescent Blade to peel an apple, then placed it on the bedside table, saying: “We just met and must part again. Next life, I hope we can meet again.”
At this moment, if Gu Zhaoxi had consciousness and could speak, he’d definitely pull off the oxygen mask and roar: “Never see you again!”
“Whew!”
Jun Changxiao took a breath, wiped the tears from his cheeks with his palm, stood up and turned his back: “Do it.”
Sun Bukong put on his mask and walked to the sickbed, receiving the super-large syringe handed over by Li Shangtian. Inside gathered viscous dark liquid.
This was the strongest poison developed by Miao Saifeng, containing over three thousand types of deadly toxins, thus named—Wants Your Life Three Thousand!
From this, one could see that wanting Gu Zhaoxi to die not only required removing the oxygen mask but also injecting poison—truly double insurance, ensuring he cooled down thoroughly, preventing a situation where he couldn’t die.
“Sect Master.”
Sun Bukong held the syringe and said: “Do you have any words for him?”
Jun Changxiao stood at the window, always with his back to the sickbed. After trying hard to control his emotions, his body still trembled uncontrollably as he said: “Old brother, in our next life, we’ll still be sworn brothers!”
Every time meeting Dog Sheng meant death—truly, sworn brothers!
Long pain worse than short pain!
Jun Changxiao took a deep breath and said with difficulty: “Carry out the execution!”
System: “Execution???”
“Swoosh!”
Like Su Lie, Sun Bukong embraced the super-large syringe and rushed over, then fiercely jabbed it into Gu Zhaoxi’s buttocks. Because the other party’s soul and body were in the weakest state, it easily penetrated.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The lethal Wants Your Life Three Thousand quickly merged into his body.
“Ah!”
“Ah ah ah!”
The comatose Gu Zhaoxi suddenly screamed. Red spots rapidly appeared on his skin and gradually blackened. His entire appearance looked extremely terrifying!
“Creak!”
Suddenly, Jiang Xie pushed open the door and rushed out, urgently shouting: “Sect Master, since his soul is damaged, why not try the Nine-Revolution Soul-Clearing Pill!”
One word awakened the dreamer!
“Ding! Host consumed 10,000 contribution points to obtain Nine-Revolution Soul-Clearing Pill ×1. Delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 643,800.”
“Bang!”
Jun Changxiao rushed over in a single bound, kicked the injecting Sun Bukong away. The latter crashed through the emergency room wall and flew out in an arc from Medical Peak—from a distance, exceptionally beautiful.
Brother!
I’m here to save you!
Live, live!
Jun Changxiao first removed the oxygen mask, pried open Gu Zhaoxi’s mouth, threw the Nine-Revolution Soul-Clearing Pill inside, then closed it and raised his fist for crazy pounding!
Under violent attack, this old brother’s mouth caved in. The pill inside shattered and melted upon contact with saliva, forming streams of energy merging into his body, quickly surging to his consciousness, into the soul’s deepest depths.
This pill-feeding method could only be called super hardcore!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The medicinal effect immediately took action. Gu Zhaoxi was enveloped in radiance, his originally damaged soul getting repaired, and he awakened from coma.
High-energy warning ahead—please prepare onions and tissues.
“Ah!”
“Ah ah ah!”
After his soul repaired, Gu Zhaoxi suddenly broke free from the bed, then lay on the ground rolling around, emitting bone-chilling screams. Large areas of his skin rotted—as if about to turn into a zombie at any moment!
Right.
Soul repaired, no longer a vegetable!
However… Wants Your Life Three Thousand was running rampant in his body!
“Hall Master Miao!”
Jun Changxiao roared: “Antidote! Antidote!”
Miao Saifeng, who was playing with a poisonous snake outside the emergency room, shook her head: “This poison has no antidote, unless purified with extremely yang and pure power.”
Extremely yang and pure?
Jun Changxiao urgently summoned Xiao Huo: “Quick! Help him neutralize the toxins in his body!”
“Okay!”
The little one first grabbed the rolling-all-over-the-ground Gu Zhaoxi, then brought him outside before quickly transforming into flames and directly embracing him.
“Ah!”
“Ah ah ah—”
Screams rang throughout the entire sect. Hearing them, disciples’ scalps went numb.
…
Half an hour later.
Gu Zhaoxi lay on the ground, hair and clothes completely burned away.
From the charred training ground, it obviously lasted quite a long time.
“Poof!”
White foam sprayed from his mouth, limbs twitching slightly.
“Sect Master!”
With head wrapped in bandages, Sun Bukong pressed on Gu Zhaoxi’s pulse and said joyfully: “Soul has recovered, poison in his body also neutralized. After resting a while he’ll recover!”
“Whew!”
Jun Changxiao immediately felt relieved, a brilliant smile gradually appearing on his face.
I.
Saved my brother’s life again!