Psychic Evolution Quotient

Chapter 615: I Will Be Your Follower

When Lin Yuan heard this, he looked at Master Hong Shen with disheveled clothes and a shabby beard with some surprise.

Because as early as when he came in, Lin Yuan found that Master Hong Shen was wearing a three-star maker badge.

Moreover, the fourth star pattern on the badge of the Samsung Maker is soaring, indicating that Master Hong Shen’s Maker ability has reached the pinnacle level of the Samsung Maker.

It can be said that Master Hong Shen has reached the limit that the creator can reach when the soul is wounded.

After a long while, Master Hong Shen was relieved from the pain.

Master Hong Shen, who had slowed down, picked up the water glass on the table, and drank the water in the glass drunkly before speaking to Zhang Xiaobai.

“Boy Bai, I have healed all the damaged spiritual creatures you sent.”

“But you can’t owe the money that should be given to the old man. As usual, when you don’t have enough money, go and dig a little bit for the old man to get back.”

Hearing the three words bitter fern root, Lin Yuan knew what the bitterness he had just smelled was.

Master Hong Shen has always relied on the bitterness of the bitter fern root to suppress the pain of the soul.

This is also a good way to share the pain of trauma in the soul with the taste of the five senses.

Ordinary people touch the root of bitter fern with their tongues, and their mouths are like chewing coptis for the whole day.

It can be called an inhuman torture.

But this kind of bitterness that ordinary people can’t bear, for people whose souls have been wounded, is actually liberation.

Lin Yuan saw Master Hong Shen and Zhang Xiaobai settled the treatment expenses over there.

Lu Pinru’s four Ying-woven silkworms have been rescued, spitting silk threads on the silkworm frame.

Lin Yuan was about to see if he could rent a room from Master Hong Shen, so that he could use the heavenly female-grade fire element pearls to roast the sap of the cold cedar pine into the scent of cold cedar to heal Lu Pinru’s soul wounds.

At this time, Lin Yuan only heard Master Hong Shen say to Zhang Xiaobai.

“Boy get out, the old man is tired, don’t forget to sarcastic fern roots and bring them to the old man next time you come.”

“Otherwise your kid won’t use it.”

While talking, Master Hong Shen’s face became difficult to look again.

Quickly took out the medicine bottle from his arms, poured out two pills made of bitter fern roots in his mouth.

To resist the pain from the depths of the soul.

Lin Yuan said to Zhang Xiaobai who was walking towards him.

“Xiaobai, go and rent a place with Master Hong Shen, and I will make Lu Pinru a potion to heal the wounded soul.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobai’s face immediately showed a look of surprise.

How difficult it is to treat the soul wounds can be felt by Master Hong Shen who has been relying on bitter fern roots for so many years to suppress and cannot heal Zhang Xiaobai.

Originally, Zhang Xiaobai was ready to wait for Xin Ying and Tan Ran to wake up, and go on a mission to raise money together to find a way for Lu Pinru.

One year is not enough to raise money, but five years and ten years can always think of something.

But I didn’t expect that Lin Yuan would actually take a direct shot and solve this problem.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaobai remembered that Lin Yuan is not only a therapeutic Spiritual Qi professional, but also a creator.

Master Hong Shen was about to speak for some mockery, but saw Lin Yuan just took out the contents of the crystal bottle.

Master Hong Shen’s eyes straightened up.

Master Hong Shen was not sure what the liquid in the bottle in Lin Yuan’s hand was, but it was just the cold and moist feeling of the liquid in the bottle.

The pain in the depths of Master Hong Shen’s soul has been suppressed.

After the pain disappeared, Master Shen Hong quickly swallowed twice and spit out the bitter fern root pills that hadn’t completely melted in his mouth, and cursed.

“What a fucking bitterness.”

Zhang Xiaobai just wanted to discuss with Master Hong Shen to rent a room in the treatment clinic, but at this moment, Master Hong Shen had already beamed his eyes and took small steps to Lin Yuan’s side.

“Little handsome boy, can the liquid in the bottle sell me a little bit?”

“You can let the old man do anything!”

Lin Yuan looked at Master Hong Shen strangely.

Lin Yuan seldom walks around, even if Lin Yuan looks good, there is almost no chance of being called a handsome boy.

But now that an old man called the little handsome guy greedily, Lin Yuan only felt that his own hair was standing up.

Especially the latter sentence you can let me do anything, which makes Lin Yuan more confused.

Can I really do anything?

You are so old now, is there anything else you can’t do?

When Master Hong Shen saw that Lin Yuan heard the request of own, he just looked at himself in amazement, Master Hong Shen immediately became anxious.

Staring straight at the bottle in Lin Yuan’s hand, he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it.

At this time, Grand Master Hong Shen felt a cold force pressing himself on the spot, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Sen Han’s coercion only appeared for an instant before it was taken back.

Master Hong Shen glanced with dread and sneered at the own woman, and then gritted his teeth when he remembered that he was tortured by the severe pain in the soul several times a day.

“If you are willing to sell the liquid in the bottle to the old man, and let the old man suppress the trauma of his soul, then you can pick the old man’s wealth at will.”

“If you can completely heal the wound on the old man’s soul, the old man is willing to work for you.”

After finishing speaking, Master Hong Shen pushed aside his black beard, and took off a black ring-shaped diamond-level spiritual box wrapped in his beard.

Solemnly took the black ring-shaped diamond-level sleepy box in his hand and handed it to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan looked at the expression on Master Hong Shen’s face, thinking of the pain that Master Hong Shen had just endured after the trauma of his soul.

It seems that I can suddenly understand why a creator is willing to use freedom as a bargaining chip.

Lin Yuan shook the milky blue liquid in the bottle and said.

“This is the sap in the cold snow pine of the second realm of the lord rank myth. Is there anything in your wealth that can be exchanged with me?”

When the mother of blood bath saw Lin Yuan talking, her eyes flashed brightly.

I knew that Lin Yuan was already greedy for this old man with disheveled clothes and a shabby beard.

Hearing Lin Yuan’s words, Grandmaster Hong Shen’s face sank suddenly, and he took a look at the black ring in his hand and put it away.

Master Hong Shen, who was taking a step towards retreated, looked at Lin Yuan solemnly and said.

“Although the old man is the creator of the three-star pinnacle, the old man has been stuck in the three-star pinnacle for fifteen years.”

“I believe that soon after the old man’s soul is restored, he will be able to master the method of using soul power to deploy spiritual liquid, and he will be promoted to a four-star creator in less than half a month.”

Speaking of this, Master Hong Shen sorted out the scattered clothes before saying.

“The old man is willing to dedicate all his freedom to you and swear by his will to rune to become your follower.”