Although the young man was very wise, Feng Xue did not think he was very reliable. After all, all this sounded like it was made up of imagination. In Feng Xue's opinion, it was like a student who had not graduated from junior high school, talking about the mistakes and omissions of a classic physics theory.

Although there may be any errors in this theory, it may not be impossible for students to know, but in the eyes of those who are watching, it will not be too credible.

"That, I don't know this..."

"Fang Lin."

"Mr. Fang, don't you know you've succeeded?" Feng Xue asked this somewhat sensitive question, but the other party was not angry, but pointed at himself:

"Aren't I?"

"!" Feng Xue's eyes almost popped out. According to Fang Lin's meaning, he had died once? And he was resurrected according to this theory?

Feng Xue felt a little incredible, but looking at the other person's expression, it was not like making a falsification. After hesitating for a moment, he still planned to speak, not because he thought the other person was good, but because he tried hard to die, but to get the other person's favor, and at the same time, in case of failure, the other person would not be angry-

"Mr. Fang, I don't know how much you know about the human body, but the human body is a very precise system. If there is a slight mistake, problems may arise, especially corpses. Even if they look exactly the same as before, in fact, many places may have changed..."

"I have heard that Mr. Xu is a master of medical science. Just relying on this knowledge, it is enough to show that the rumors are true!" Fang Lin gave a thumbs up and then said confidently:

"It took me decades to dissect tens of thousands of corpses. The subtleties of the human body are like patterns on my palms. The girl from the Mei family was sent by Boy Mei as soon as something happened. Then I sewed the wound and healed it with magic and preserved it. There will be no problems you are worried about."

Feng Xue was not suspicious of the dissection of tens of thousands of corpses over the past few decades, because he already understood that Xu Hang's excavation of the corpses was probably sold to this suspected monk.

However, it is too arrogant to try to dig out the secrets of the human body in just a few decades?

Of course, it is not guaranteed that people will have any magical aids?

Feng Xue naturally would not say much about things he didn't understand. Since Fang Lin said that, he naturally had to watch.

Mei Ting fiddled with the guards' position with sweat, and then, he looked up at the sky almost every few seconds. After living in this era for so long, Feng Xue has mastered the technique of mastering time by looking at the sky, but he still feels very fantastic when he looks at the sky like he is almost counting down.

Of course, Mei Ting was just nervous.

Compared to Mei Ting's nervousness, Fang Lin, who "does not matter to himself", seemed very relaxed. He talked to Feng Xue about medical issues. In this conversation, Feng Xue deeply realized that this guy is not just bragging [beep--] as simple as that. If Feng Xue had the advantage of general practice, he might have been embarrassed!

According to the knowledge reserve shown by the other party, at least in terms of human structure, anatomy, surgery, and trauma, it is definitely at the level of a professional surgeon in the previous life. I have to ask Feng Xue, a guy who is only 27 in medicine, why should he decide? Because during the chat with Feng Xue and his medical knowledge is actually increasing!

After talking for an hour, his medical skills increased by as much as seventeen points! If this weren't for his professional level, Feng Xue would twist his head off!

The moon slowly reached the top of his head, and Fang Lin finally stopped medical communication. After some industry blaming, he stood up and walked towards Mei Ting, and said to Feng Xue:

"Young Master wait for a moment, and when everything is over, I will send you back."

Before Feng Xue could answer, Fang Lin turned his head and took out a silver knife. After burning and disinfecting it under the charcoal fire, he cut each of the three girls' hands, then took out a tightly wrapped brush from the linen, and drew mysterious runes in blood. While drawing, he also said to Feng Xue:

"At this time, it is best to choose a clean and closed room. However, the soul of a mortal can only appear under the moonlight with the strongest yin energy at midnight, and can only be done in the open air."

"What you mean by saying is, why do you think you are planning to teach me the resurrection technique? It's useless for me to learn this thing!" Feng Xue was quite speechless. It's not that she was cheap and acted good-looking, but that he really felt that it was useless for him to learn this technique.

Let’s not talk about whether there is any medical technology. The first problem is that this resurrection requires the preservation of the soul when it is dead.

As for resurrecting yourself... don't joke, Feng Xue's infinite merits, if he dies and doesn't go to the underworld, Yan Jun will have to crawl out of the world to find souls, do you believe it?

Although Feng Xue was thinking so in her heart, Feng Xue still looked at it carefully. Not to mention anything else, just the metaphysical skills are slowly improving, it is worth his careful reading.

The rune was drawn, and the moon above the head had risen to the top of the head. Fang Lin waved his hand and the ice coffin that sealed Mei Ting's daughter suddenly shattered, revealing the naked body inside.

The body of the cardamom girl was already covered with runes. Against the backdrop of the blood-colored lines, her skin, which was already pale because of the lack of blood, became more and more terrifying blue and white.

At this time, Feng Xue also noticed that another circle of hair was carefully shaved off on the back of the girl's head. Although she could not see clearly against the backdrop of the fire and moonlight, she could roughly see a wound.

"I accidentally knocked my head to death? Is the cause of death caused by intracranial bleeding?" Feng Xue was a little nervous. If the heart is pierced, it would be "easy" to sew a few stitches before healing it, but this is the brain. If you make a mistake, you will be wrong!

However, Fang Lin still looked full of confidence, holding his hands together and muttering words. With his movements, the runes on the three tied girls seemed to be alive, slowly flowing towards the corpse of the girl among the three.

With the departure of the blood rune, the girls' skin became a little pale, but judging from their steady breathing, they should be in danger of life.

The runes and the runes on Mei Ting's daughter gradually disappeared into the body. With this process, a slight noise began to appear under the quiet night sky.

Bang bang, bang bang...

There were obviously so many living people present at this time, but the heartbeat was surprisingly strong. In Mei Ting's expression of ecstasy but not daring to speak, his daughter's pale body was slowly returning to blood.

At this moment, Fang Lin also took out a purse and took out a talisman from it.

"Thorn!"

The talisman was torn into two pieces, and at the same time, a translucent human figure slowly appeared in front of Feng Xue.

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ps: Some people say that this book has no fairy energy... My san value dropped sharply on the spot. Let’s not talk about the theme of this book. First of all, what is the concept of fairy energy? Do you think there is fairy energy to kill people and seize treasures or do you have fairy energy to practice? Or do you have decisive killing? Upgrade your practice? Or is it considered fairy energy to fly to the sky? That is not called fairy energy, it is called bandit energy!

Since ancient times, cultivating fate but not nature is the first disease of cultivation. Cultivating first is to cultivate the mind. If you don’t even have a mind and nature, then you will talk about cultivating immortals? That is to cultivate demons, dear!

It’s either that practicing qigong is upgrading or practicing. Zhuangzi said, “The Tao is in shit and drowning.” I’m clearly writing about practicing, but you can’t see it but blame me.

I think my protagonist does not have the kind of mind that can immediately enter into a state of meditation when he comes to ancient times, nor does he have the kind of golden sentences that "The Tao can be said to be extraordinary", "The way of heaven reduces the excess and makes up for the shortcomings" have no insights, but he can instantly understand the understanding when he comes to the mythical world. Therefore, I am using the world to polish his mind, temper his will, and enhance his courage. I think this is practicing. If you want to see a modern miserable person, you will immediately start to chew with secret books after traveling through time, there are many things that you can do, so don't waste it on me.
Chapter completed!