Chapter 1773 - 653: The Cause

Su Mo heard this and silently looked up at the old man who claimed to be the old beggar.

What do you mean by "caught"?

This man was beaten by you to the point of wishing to die, hanging by a thread, and I clearly just brought him over.

"Why don’t you use the Immortality Rejuvenation Pill in your hand?"

Su Mo spoke softly.

"...What are you going to do?"

The old beggar was taken aback:

"You’re not planning to use it on him, are you?"

"You beat him up, so isn’t it natural for you to deal with the aftermath?"

Su Mo said, "I happen to have something to ask him, so hurry up and bring out the medicine."

The old beggar scratched his head:

"I think it’s useless.

"Bo Yan and I are gentlemen, you can ’use favor as leverage.’

"But this guy is nothing.

"He’s not on the same side as us..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Bo Yan hurriedly spoke upon hearing this:

"That’s too vulgar."

"Not on the same toilet?"

The old beggar tentatively suggested.

"..."

Bo Yan was dazed for a moment.

The old beggar pondered: "Or... not in the same restroom?"

"You have freedom to speak."

Bo Yan waved his hand, feeling an inexplicable sense of flavor.

The old beggar didn’t care about that:

"Anyway, this guy, your approach won’t work.

"You save his life, waste my good medicine, and then he might fight you to the death afterwards, which is really not worth it."

"If he dares to fight me to the death, I’ll just kill him again when the time comes."

"...Then what about my medicine?"

"Your medicine saved a life, a merit as great as building a seven-story pagoda."

"If he’s killed by you again, isn’t my medicine wasted?"

"I already said, you saved a life..."

The old beggar blinked suddenly and responded:

"Wait a minute, don’t you have lots of Immortality Rejuvenation Pills, why do you covet my one, use yours."

"That would be wasteful."

Su Mo shook his head like a rattle drum:

"This guy is nothing, you save his life only for him to fight me to the death later, and if I accidentally kill him, wouldn’t this pill be wasted?"

"...So yours is considered a waste, what about mine?"

The old beggar suddenly grew furious.

Su Mo smiled slightly:

"That’s not mine, what does it have to do with me?"

"..."

The old beggar was speechless for a long moment, then glanced at Bo Yan:

"If it weren’t for his lifesaving grace to you, I really would have taught him a lesson today."

"You can act as though I am not here, or as though you never knew me. I truly wish to let this gentleman see your might today."

Bo Yan looked up to the sky, speaking plainly with every word revealing his inner pain.

The old beggar nearly spat blood.

He forcefully covered his waist:

"No medicine here, just one life! Do as you will."

"Forget it, forget it."

Su Mo waved his hand: "I won’t trouble you then..."

While speaking, he grabbed Ying Wufeng’s collar and swung his big palm, giving two hard slaps.

Ying Wufeng shuddered under the blows, opened his eyes in confusion, and before speaking, spat a mouthful of fresh blood.

The old beggar immediately accused Su Mo:

"You really hit hard, made him cough up blood."

Su Mo felt that when this guy was playing as the strong man, he was okay, but after reverting, he’s so talkative?

"You... you are..."

Though Ying Wufeng was heavily injured, these two slaps indeed woke him up.

He fixed his gaze on Su Mo, dressed in black and masked.

He glanced at Bo Yan, unfamiliar...

The old beggar dressed in bizarre clothing, strange and elusive, made it hard for him to see clearly.

Surveying his surroundings again, coldness filled the air, the moon and wind were high, evidently not yet in the Underworld Yama’s court.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Su Mo asked:

"I ask you, how did you know in the rear mountains of Weiyang Palace in Imperial Court Mountain, there would be this toad?"

Su Mo picked up the toad and showed it.

Ying Wufeng was immediately terrified, instinctively backing away, causing his internal injuries to twinge.

Blood trickled anew from his lips.

But seeing Su Mo holding the creature for so long and not being poisoned, felt it was downright odd.

He furrowed his brows, spoke in a low voice:

"Why should I tell you..."

"Kid, you fall into our hands and still dare speak this way, didn’t your elders teach you that under another’s roof, one must bow?"

The old beggar laughed coldly, with threats woven into his words.

Ying Wufeng shook his head:

"I’ve been out in Jianghu not just for a day.

"Your words mean nothing to me... don’t embarrass yourself."

"..."

The old beggar chuckled, unconcerned, only turning to see how Su Mo would handle it.

Su Mo sighed:

"You’d better assess your injuries, with your martial arts, it shouldn’t be hard to perceive."

"Injuries..."

Ying Wufeng furrowed his brows, since waking he’s been silently examining his internal injuries.

Knowing the situation is dire.

That ’Big Snake’ was too fierce, two palms nearly shattered all his meridians, his internal injuries were severe to the extreme.

Logically, with such grave injuries, he should have died unconscious.

Why wake up suddenly?

He glanced at Su Mo:

"Can you save me?"

Su Mo nodded, took out a pill from his bosom:

"This is the Immortality Rejuvenation Pill, it can revive the dead and mend broken bones, with abilities akin to nature’s creation.

"No matter how severe the internal injuries, it can cure them.