The lucky thing about the little maid playing with a giant sword on the day she came back, as well as the subsequent impact of the last Han Li incident, Han Zhang did not encounter any troubles in the Han family during the two days at home.

But it made the little maid exhausted.

Because Han Zhang fell ill again.

In the Han family, there was no Li Niang helping to take care of her, and there were no good people around her. She was just a little maid who had to take care of her daily life and take care of Han Zhang who fell ill in bed. She was really tired.

This time the illness came so suddenly that even Han Zhang himself did not expect it.

On the night he returned from Zhuo Mansion, Han Zhang noticed that the Wen Mansion in his forehead had undergone drastic changes.

Wenfu was constructed with Han Zhang's soul medium. After Han Zhang traveled over, as the soul of his former master dissipated, he actually continued to weaken.

But that was not Han Zhang’s own Wenfu after all, and there was no close connection with it. He could not truly feel the damage to Wenfu.

A brick fell down today and a wall was peeled off tomorrow, but the Wenfu was still fine. He only thought he could last for a long time, at least Wenxin's situation was even more worrying.

However, the Wenfu has begun to shake now. In the past two days, the rate of peeling of the entire hall has increased exponentially, completely exceeding his imagination.

The only good news is that Wen Xin has no deterioration again because of the protection of the God-given literary spirit.

But his current body is actually nourished and maintained by literary energy, and his foundation is only a little better than the original condition of illness.

When the Wenfu began to collapse, the function of protecting Wenxin was greatly deficient, and the divine literary energy contained in Wenxin was also rapidly decreasing, and the amount that could be supplied to the body became increasingly scarce.

But in order to ensure that Wen Xin has no problems, Han Zhang dared not extract Wen Qi from Wen Xin to support his body.

Although the Wenfu is very important, Wenxin is the key to his promotion to bronze, and it is also a necessary sacrifice for him to switch to the heroic spirit system later. There must be no problem, so he would rather let his body continue to deteriorate than use a lot of literary energy to warm up.

As a result, Han Zhang's physical condition deteriorated sharply and he returned to the appearance of a "sick young man".

Fortunately, there was a little maid who was taking care of her carefully. During these two days, she used the power of heroic spirit to transform into Arthur's healing power and constantly healing his body.

However, Han Zhang knew the changes in his body best, and he knew that he would not be able to hold on for long.

He used a lot of the medicines that Han Zhang had prepared in the past in the past two days.

Moreover, unlike the gentle prescriptions used by Han Zhang, Han Zhang directly used strong medicine to stimulate vitality in his body, and he could barely survive until now.

Because he had to wait for news from Zhuo Qinglian that as long as he achieved the bronze level, he would be able to achieve the first comprehensive physical strengthening on the road of cultivation.

When you advance to the realm of gold, the practitioner will have a truly reborn body retraining, but this physical strengthening at the time of bronze is the most important step to becoming a saint, no less than the effect of cleaning the marrow and tendons.

Han Zhang was staring at the benefit of becoming a bronze cultivator. If he wanted to truly improve his body, he did not have to rely on the warmth of his literary spirit.

Therefore, if you want to be promoted to the bronze realm 100%, you cannot urge Zhuo Qinglian at this time. You can only wait until she feels that it is almost done, and then your confidence can be maximized.

But now...

Han Zhang was lying on the bed, his face pale, beads of sweat as big as beans kept flowing down his forehead, his cheeks were fleshless, his cheekbones were protruding, and he looked like he had lost weight for several times, and his skin was not shining at all. He was like a dying old man, and his whole body exuded a strong decay.

Yu Nongwu was also sweating all over. She sat by the bed, holding Han Zhang's left hand tightly with both hands. The healing power continued to pour into the latter's body, but it seemed like it had fallen into a bottomless pit, with no effect at all.

Han Zhang did not expect that after the collapse of Wen's mansion, Wen Xin lost Wen's energy so quickly. Except for the huge crack that continued to expand, the rest of the repaired small cracks also showed signs of reappearance, forcing him to risk using his soul to contact Wen Xin.

Sure enough, under the contact, a strange connection was established between Wen Xin and his soul. Wen Xin temporarily stabilized for half a day, and even the collapse of Wen's mansion was stopped.

But after that, he discovered something even worse.

His soul began to be affected by Wen Xin's injuries and showed signs of tearing.

Originally, he planned to go to Zhuo Mansion the next afternoon if he had no news, but the current situation is that even his soul has been damaged, causing his body to be unable to move.

At this moment, Han Zhang could only command a few parts, such as eyes, with his mouth stiff, his tongue unable to straighten his tongue, and he could not even speak.

The anxious little maid couldn't understand the hint that he kept blinking.

Han Zhang, who felt that his body and soul were not in good condition, was almost regretful now. He pretended to be a pussy. How important is life to advance. He should go directly to Zhuo Mansion to ask for a cup of enlightenment tea when he could hardly hold on in the morning!

In this great crisis, even the dice roll system he guessed was bound to the soul could not be summoned.

Han Zhang's mind was almost drowsy. When he suspected that he was about to watch his soul gradually dissipate, a rapid knock on the door rang in the quiet night, frightening Yu Nongwu, who was anxious.

"Dodododol..."

With the rapid knock on the door, there seemed to be some noise.

Yu Nongwu, who was very upset by Han Zhang's condition, suddenly became even more angry when she heard the noise. However, she was suddenly stunned for a moment, then listened intently, and suddenly she showed joy.

She jumped up, but because she had not stretched her hands and feet for a long time, her body was quite stiff. She fell heavily to the ground and bleeding from her forehead. It can be seen how severe her power was consumed, and even her basic body protection disappeared.

But Yu Nongwu didn't care about this at all. She got up with all her strength and cried in a hoarse voice:

"Grandpa Zhuo, Grandpa Zhuo..."

Not long after, the old manager of Zhuo Mansion came to Han Zhang's bed with a embarrassed little maid and a crowd.

After only looking at Han Zhang, Manager Zhuo knew that the situation was serious. After reaching out to take the pulse, he immediately frowned, and a ball of light appeared on his hand, covering Han Zhang's head, and then took it back as if he was electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, the old manager got up, bent down and picked Han Zhang up, and walked out.

While stepping out of the room quickly, he quickly ordered:

"Xiao Wuer hurried to go with Grandpa Zhuo. Your young master's life is in danger and his soul is exhausted. I need my lady to take action to stabilize his situation..."

Han Zhang was confused and felt countless figures swaying beside him, unable to hear or see anything he said or did.

I feel like my body is floating, I don’t know where it has been floating.

...

When he felt something again, he realized that he was in a special space.
Chapter completed!