"Hey, Uncle." Miao Sanding seemed hurried. The last time he came to Longhu Mountain, he did not see the head priest. "Uncle, there is another brother on the mountain."

"I know," the old Taoist priest said. "I am afraid that he is already in danger. Let my younger brother accompany you to visit the ancient tomb."

It was out of his expectations that there should be such a grave in the vicinity with such a terrible thing. Everyone was curious as to what was inside it.

"Thanks," Miao Sanding said. "What about the injured brother?"

"He has been treated," the old Taoist priest said. "We hope that he can survive."

"Uncle, we have also been to the grave and have been hurt." Miao Sanding suddenly thought of Wang Yao. If he could cure him and his brother, he could probably cure the priest. "Although it was not so severe, the source should be the same. And, someone can treat this disease!"

"Really? You know this is not an ordinary disease," the old man replied.

The disease was beyond the s