Chapter 66: One Drop of Divine Blood, the King of Hell Takes a Detour!

There's a way?!

Three characters made Zhao Gang's dead, silent heart lake erupt into a raging fire.

Thump—!

Before anyone could ask a word, he stepped forward, slamming both knees heavily onto the ground.

Both hands clutched Su Ming's trouser leg tightly, trembling as they buried that tear‑streaked, desperate face at Su Ming's feet.

His throat was hoarse, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

He's scared!

Afraid that this sudden strand of dim light is merely a cruel, ridiculous illusion!

Su Ming didn't go to help.

He slowly leaned down, his pitch‑black eyes reflecting the man's collapsing visage, his lips barely moving.

His voice was low, yet it made Zhao Gang's pupils contract sharply.

"No... no way!"

Zhao Gang shook his head wildly.

It's too absurd, and far too dangerous!

But as he kept shaking...

He stopped.

That ignited, fanatical hope overwhelmed everything!

Bet!

Why not bet?!

Zhao Gang scrambled back to the ward, rolling and crawling, and explained into his wife's ear.

"You... you're insane?!"

Mrs. Zhao's expression turned horrified, looking at her husband in disbelief.

She then glanced fearfully at Su Ming, who followed behind.

To have her risk her daughter's life to trust someone else's so‑called Divine Medicine?!

But...

When she saw her husband's blood‑veined, almost frantic gaze...

She thought of her daughter's dwindling days...

Mrs. Zhao snapped her head around, looking at the daughter on the bed, her voice trembling.

"Xing He, Uncle has a special medicine..."

"But it might hurt a bit, and could even harm you more..."

"You... are you scared?"

On the sickbed, the extremely frail Zhao Xinghe barely hesitated, gently shaking her head.

"Xing He isn't afraid of pain, as long as she can stay by dad and mom forever."

After speaking, her gaze fell on Su Ming again.

"Dad, Mom, if... if the medicine fails, please don't blame Uncle."

"Anyway, Xing He won't live long, so becoming the brightest star early, guarding you from the heavens, is also fine..."

Zhao Gang could no longer hold back, violently twisting his body so that tears wouldn't fall in front of his daughter.

He gave Su Ming a heavy nod.

Su Ming said no more, slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, his mind shifting.

He took out a bottle of Source Blood, its surface speckled with a greenish glow.

Mrs. Zhao trembled as she took it with both hands.

The moment the cap was lifted, a torrent of life force instantly filled the entire ward!

Even the gauntness on the couple's faces was washed away a bit.

Divine Medicine!

This is definitely Divine Medicine!

Mrs. Zhao felt a surge of excitement, carefully bringing the bottle's mouth to her daughter's lips, feeding every last drop of Source Blood into her.

The liquid entered her throat, initially showing no abnormality.

But after a few seconds.

Zhao Xinghe's frail body jolted sharply.

Beep! Beep! Beep—!

The values on the cardiac monitor began to jump wildly, the curves chaotic and erratic.

"Make way! Make way! What's happening in there!"

Outside the gate, Dr. Zhang, hearing the alarm, rushed over anxiously.

Clang—!

"Why is it locked backward? Open the door quickly!"

"What are you doing!"

Inside the room, Zhao Gang and his wife's hearts rose to their throats, almost suffocating.

But the next moment.

The wildly jumping numbers on the screen miraculously began to slow and stabilize!

Finally, they returned to normal!

The alarm sound stopped abruptly.

On the sickbed, Zhao Xinghe's previously pale little face suddenly showed a few pink flushes.

Even his skin regained a faint sheen.

Zhao Gang's voice trembled, his tone changed.

"Xing He, how do you feel?"

The little girl slowly opened her eyes.

"So comfortable… just a bit…"

"A bit what?"

Su Ming and Zhao Gang's hearts tightened again.

"A bit… hungry…"

With those words, the last taut string in Zhao Gang and his wife's minds completely snapped.

Uncontrollable tears burst from their eyes!

There is hope!

Their daughter seems truly to have been ripped back from the Ghost Gate!

A drop of Divine Blood makes Yan Wang take a detour!

Clang—!

The ward door was finally opened by Dr. Zhang with a spare key.

He was about to act when his whole body froze on the spot.

"This… this!"

Ahead, the little girl's complexion had clearly become a few shades rosier.

And the numbers on the monitor…

How could that be?!

Is this still the child he sentenced to death, whose life was counting down?!

"You… you…"

Dr. Zhang's tongue was tied.

Su Ming turned his head, his gaze calm.

"Dr. Zhang, no need to be startled!"

"I used an altar artifact on her!"

"I don't want today's incident spread around, only causing trouble."

Su Ming's voice was indifferent, exuding pressure.

Dr. Zhang shivered all over, instantly snapping out of the massive shock.

He wasn't a fool; he could hear the threat in Su Ming's words and understood what they meant!

Now, altar anomalies have arrived, and countless fate‑defying artifacts keep emerging.

Artifacts that can resurrect the dead or cure incurable diseases are not impossible.

Altar era?

Transcendent era!

He just couldn't have imagined…

Such a priceless, destiny‑defying treasure…

He actually was willing to use it to save a little girl!

Whoever can produce such an artifact must have a terrifying backing!

Crushing him would be easier than crushing an ant!

Dr. Zhang understood immediately.

"I… I'll go prepare the follow‑up physical examinations!"

"Rest assured! I will keep it absolutely confidential!"

After speaking, he didn't linger, turning and leaving immediately.

The will to survive is extremely strong!

After Dr. Zhang left, Zhao Gang and his wife could no longer hold back and were about to kneel before Su Ming.

Su Ming reached out to stop them.

"What I want isn't this… you talk first!"

"Zhao Shu, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Zhao Gang was startled, then nodded vigorously.

"Good! I'll be right there!"

Su Ming walked toward the outside of the ward.

But upon reaching the doorway, he suddenly turned around.

"By the way, Xing He…"

Inside the room, the three of them looked on, their expressions tense.

What is he going to say?

"Um…"

"Next time we meet… don't call me uncle."

"You look old!"

Su Ming's mouth curled into a faint smile, turned his back to the few people again, waved his hand, and strode away.

Using Zhao Shu?

Perhaps!

But this redemption…

Absolutely real!

Outside the hospital.

Su Ming bathed in the sunset, but the smile on his face gradually faded.

He instinctively glanced toward the horizon.

In that direction, above Li Jia'ao, the black pillar of light that pierces heaven and earth still stood!

"That's not right…"

Su Ming's brows knit tightly.

In theory, Owner·Huai Demon is dead, the altar collapsed…

The morning anomaly should have dissipated by now, right?

But why… is it still here?!