"Oh? It takes so many experts from the Witchcraft Sect to take action. It seems that this business is not simple." Lu Chen was a little surprised.

Behind Huang Yinyin, there are several powerful men of the level of martial arts masters.

The rest are half-step masters, or innate Great Perfection.

Such a powerful force is extremely rare and is enough to compete with the four royal families.

"It's really not simple, because the person who issued this business is..."

Huang Yinyin was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old man behind her: "Saint! This is an important secret of the Witchcraft Sect, so you must not tell outsiders!"

"Um?"

Huang Yinyin turned around and glanced, which scared the old man's pupils shrank, and goose bumps appeared: "I'll say it again, this is my master, not an outsider, you'd better reorganize the language."

"The subordinates know their mistake."

The old man immediately lowered his head, fearing and terrified.

"Yinyin, forget it."

Lu Chen shook his head: "Since it's a secret, I won't listen. I am afraid of trouble. The more I know, the heavier the burden. Fortunately, I still don't know."

"Well...well that."

Huang Yinyin smiled, not forceful.

Telling this secret will indeed bring some danger to Lu Chen.

"Uncle, I'm a little hungry. Can you take me to have midnight snack?" Huang Yinyin said coquettishly.

"No problem! You have just come to Yanjing and I will welcome you tonight!"

......

The next day, early morning.

In the ward.

Song Yingming, covered in bandages, was lying on the hospital bed and unconscious.

After getting out of danger last night, he fled home immediately. As soon as he entered the house, he fainted and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment overnight.

"Doctor, how about my son? Is it dangerous?"

Looking at Song Yingming who had just come out of the operating room, Song Dehai couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Mr. Song, please rest assured. The noble man suffered some skin trauma. We have carefully cleaned it up, so it's nothing serious." A doctor replied.

"That's good."

Song Dehai breathed a little relieved, and then asked again: "But after so long, why haven't my son woke up yet?"

"The noble man was a little scared last night and his mood was not stable. We gave him a sedative injection and gave him a good sleep. This will help him recover. Calculate the time and he almost woke up." The doctor explained.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yingming on the hospital bed finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Wake up! Sure enough!"

Song Dehai looked happy and hurried to the hospital bed, asking with concern: "Yingming, how do you feel? Are there any uncomfortable parts in your body?"

"Dad...why am I here?"

Song Yingming looked left and right, and his head was a little confused.

"You were covered in blood when you came home last night, which scared me. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and there was no life-threatening danger."

Song Dehai said with a serious expression: "Yingming, what happened? Who hurt you so much? Tell dad, dad will definitely stand up for you!"

"last night?"
Chapter completed!