His acting skills were so good that his wife, granddaughter, and apprentice were all intimidated by him.

Lin Kun felt ashamed for a while. At this time, Qu Shaohua pulled him to a nook outside the hospital wall. Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned red and white.

"Old senior, are you okay?" Lin Kun was startled and asked with concern.

puff!

Qu Shaohua couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the scarlet blood stained the wall.

Lin Kun quickly reached out to help him, but Old Man Qu supported him in turn, patting his back and saying: "Young man, it doesn't matter, just spit it out. It's normal that you are not the opponent of that old ghost. He

He was a man of great influence in China's arena back then, but after not seeing him for decades, his skills have become even more abnormal than before."

Lin Kun was secretly surprised. What was this old man doing? It was obvious that he had vomited blood just now. Now that he had slapped him like this, he could no longer hold back the suffocation he had just suppressed, and a blood arrow spurted out, mottled.

There is another layer of scarlet on the wall...

"Smelly old man, what are you doing here?" Old Man Qu's old lady Liu Huahua said, with her apprentice and granddaughter standing beside her. The two juniors also looked worried.

"I'm fine. This kid was injured by that old ghost Qiu Yunhe. I'm helping him heal his injuries." Qu Shaohua said with a smile, his face not red and out of breath.

Lin Kun straightened up and whispered in Old Man Qu's ear: "Senior, you..."

Qu Shaohua said in a low voice: "I'm fine. The old ghost's injuries are no less serious than mine. Come wait for me in the smoking room at twelve o'clock tonight and bring your Cuban cigars."

Lin Kun said: "Old..."
Chapter completed!