Zhu Jinghu’s San Jiaoyan follower had fed him medicine and injected his spiritual power, finally waking Zhu Jinghu up.
“Young master, you, What’s wrong with you?”
Zhu Jinghu was about to say something when he remembered the female ghost’s warning, and his face revealed a terrified expression, he shouted fiercely, “Shut up! Is this something you can ask? ! Hurry up and buy me the flawless muscle pills. If there’s a scar on my face, I’ll kill you!”
San Jiaoyan’s lackey didn’t dare to say anything more and quickly bought two bottles of flawless muscle pills.
After applying the flawless muscle pills on his wound, Zhu Jinghu felt a little more at ease. He didn’t dare to go back to the Mo family’s main house for fear that his mother would press him. After thinking for a while, he came up with an idea.