C642 Any Condition
C642 Any Condition
Sometimes, direct death wasn't actually that scary. What was scary was dying from pain, and dying in such a miserable manner at that.
Cao Mian was an example of this. The scene of the corpses exploding was deeply etched in Hsiao Lang's mind and would not be forgotten for a long time.
"Son, what are you begging him for? You said that he was the one who caused your death, so how could he possibly save you now?" Hsiao Jingdong frowned.
"Ah." "It wasn't him, but I know he's the only one who can save me. I'm in so much pain. Dad, just kill me."
Hsiao Lang had a splitting headache and crawled to Hsiao Jingdong's feet, begging his father to give him a quick death.
"Brother Zhu, he is your in-name disciple after all. Even if you didn't help him, shouldn't you be able to?"
Seeing his son like this, Hsiao Jingdong had already ordered his men not to act, so he put away the specially made guns one by one.
For the sake of his son, he could temporarily endure Ren Qianyuv killing his son.
Zhu Wushi frowned and looked at Ren Qianyuv, who was standing at the side. Without the boss's approval, Zhu Wushi didn't dare to make any move. After all, his own life was in Ren Qianyuv's hands.
Actually, Ren Qianyuv didn't want to ignite the conflict now. Hsiao Jingdong did it for his son, and he did it for Xiao Yao.
Even if he was 90% sure that he could kill everyone present while ensuring that Xiao Yao wasn't injured, he still wasn't willing to bet on that 10% chance of success.
After Ren Qianyuv slightly nodded, Zhu Wushi was relieved and walked towards Hsiao Lang.
It could be said that every grandmaster of martial arts could be called a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Because of their age, their medical skills could even be called a great master.
All the meridians in Hsiao Lang's body were shattered. It was impossible for him to check the pulse. Thus, he just placed his palm on Hsiao Lang's forehead and checked the situation in his body.
Ren Qianyuv held Xiao Yao's hand as they stood in the distance. They only glanced at each other for a second before they stopped looking at each other.
Traditional Chinese medicine couldn't cure the poison, so no matter how Zhu Wushi probed, if he couldn't cure the poison of the voodoo Gu, it would be a waste of his effort.
Furthermore, what was in Wu Tie's body was not an ordinary Gu, but after Cao Mian had eaten her fill and evolved, she was deliberately led by Ren Qianyuv into his body. The second mutation of the Gu Worm was even more dangerous than the first.
He didn't think Zhu Wushi had the ability to deal with this kind of mutated Gu Worm.
Sure enough, as Ren Qianyuv expected, a moment later, Zhu Wushi retracted his palm. His brows were tightly knitted, and his chubby face darkened slightly as he shook his head at Hsiao Jingdong.
"Hsiao Lang didn't get sick, he got infected with a Gu. Brother Xiao, please forgive my incompetence, but I can't cure this Gu."
"Parasite?" "Who planted the Gu?" Hsiao Jingdong's face turned ashen.
Zhu Wushi chuckled and did not open his mouth. Was this the time to discuss who had planted the Gu? The most important thing was how to save her, but he didn't dare to remind her.
After all, even a fool would know that if Hsiao Lang was poisoned, it would definitely be related to Ren Qianyuv.
"Ah." "Eldest brother Ren, Master Ren, please save me. I feel terrible. As long as you are willing to save me, I will never make things difficult for you again. Moreover, if I meet you once, I will call you grandpa."
Hsiao Lang was much more straightforward. He knew that as long as he wanted to live, he could only beg Ren Qianyuv. Accompanied by screams of hysteria, Hsiao Lang crawled towards Ren Qianyuv.
Initially, Hsiao Jingdong was still a bit angry after hearing his son's outrageous words. However, when he looked at the place where his son crawled, the bloody wound on his body and the angry reprimand from his mouth, he could not say anything.
He only had two sons, and now that Hsiao Tao was dead, he only had Hsiao Lang left.
Since he didn't say anything, even if Hsiao Lang was in extreme pain, Ren Qianyuv probably wouldn't open his mouth. Hsiao Jingdong turned around and faced Ren Qianyuv, lowering his head.
"Mr. Ren, as long as you can save my son, we will write off our previous grievances. Furthermore, I personally promise that I will agree to one condition, anything."
"Any conditions?" Ren Qianyuv gave Hsiao Jingdong an indifferent glance. "Is it okay to let you commit suicide?"