"Hey, you actually have a trace of your heart still alive?" The middle-aged man was surprised. He raised his hand to push away the dry hair stuck to his face, revealing a face full of blood, with gray lips.

When I saw it, it was a corpse, and I thought, "What a great fate!"

The middle-aged man looked at the pile of corpses.

Several days have passed since the corpse fell.

Not to mention the severity of his injuries, just by lying in the pile of corpses for so long, he was still able to maintain a weak heart. He was definitely a literary scholar. When the middle-aged man checked his meridians, it was true. But he did not

Instead of doing more, he looked up at the old man and the young man in front of him and asked: "Do you want to save him? Or just throw him back and pretend we didn't see him?"

As the saying goes, don't rescue people with unknown origins.

The old man pondered for a while, counted with his fingers, and said: "They came here because of Shaobai, which can be regarded as a kind of fate. If they can be saved, they will be saved. If they cannot be saved, it is fate."

It was so weak that there was only a trace of heart pulse left. Naturally, this kind of injury could not be saved by a middle-aged man or an old man, and Shao Bai had to be looked at.

Shaobai raised his hand and transformed into a wooden stick with small red flowers growing on it. In addition to his elegant outfit, he transformed into a sacrificial costume with magnificent patterns.

The robe automatically moved without wind, and his palms turned into seals, causing the wooden staff to float in the air. Mysterious patterns and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper bloomed from his feet. Shaobai's eyes were piously closed and he was chanting and murmuring. The middle-aged man raised his head and saw a path behind him.

Huge female shadow.

The shadow holds the palm of his hand with his left hand and performs the secret formula with his right hand.

His face seemed to be shrouded in gauze, making it difficult to see the details.

According to the old man, this is the evil god they worship.

Just as he was thinking about it, Shaobai's wooden stick fell to the ground.

Countless green leaves sprouted and turned into vines to wrap around and cover the "corpse" on the ground. As the green leaves submerged into the person's body, the meridians that had been dry and empty slowly regained their vitality, as if they had received rain after a long drought. The weak heart veins were injected with majestic vitality.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The heartbeat gradually became clear from being unnoticeable. The middle-aged man felt the person's pulse for a while, and he could feel the faint beating on his fingertips. He exclaimed: "This is really a life saved. Alas, when I was rescued

, why don’t you get this kind of treatment?”

Forcibly pulling a dying person back from the hands of the King of Hell is a method that no literary scholar can do, and even the Xinglin Sage, who has the most extraordinary medical skills in the world, can't do it. When the person's pulse is stable, Shao Bai will use the wooden staff.

Insert it into the waist and spread it.

He said excitedly: "Teacher, I will double it again."

Maybe we can still pick up a few living people.

Although he is not very smart, he is usually accompanied by his teacher and Uncle Lin, but Shaobai occasionally feels lonely. If he can see a few fresh faces, he will not be so bored. After a few jumps, he will return.

To where the lucky ones are found.

I don’t mind it being dirty, so I started to pull it carefully.

As his practice deepens, his perception of the breath of life becomes more and more acute. For example, the lucky guy just now, whether it is Uncle Lin or the teacher, it is extremely difficult to detect the existence of that ray of heart unless he concentrates and carefully perceives it, and he does not need to touch it

, as long as you are not too far away, you can detect it, as if it is innate.

The middle-aged man known as Fourth Uncle Lin sat back down, looked at Lucky Man's weak chest rising and falling, and said: "Although his heart has recovered by luck, he is covered with internal and external injuries. Can he open his eyes and wake up?"

, is still unknown..."

There are many external injuries and even more internal injuries.

The situation is far worse than it was back then.

The old man said: "This is fate."

Fourth Uncle Lin: "..."

As expected of an old magic stick, he firmly believes in numerology.

After a while, Shaobai came back carrying the two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, and said excitedly: "Teacher, Fourth Uncle Lin, I know these two people!"

The old man and Uncle Lin were surprised when they heard this: "Do you know him?"

Shaobai put the two of them down, raised his hand and pointed at the person on the left, complaining: "That's him, he wanted to steal my flowers before!"

Then he pointed to the person lying on the right and said happily: "This person also said that he would buy me a lot of candies, and I remembered it!"

The teacher always deducts his candy.

Obviously his front teeth have grown in.

"Teacher, is he here to give me candy?" Shaobai touched his body, trying to find the hidden candy packet.

"Shaobai, when did it happen?"

The two old men couldn't help but look solemn.

Carefully ask Shao Bai what happened.

Because he was thinking about the candy promised by Chao Lian, Shaobai had a deep memory and recounted what happened more than half a year ago like he was pouring beans.

Fourth Uncle Lin couldn't help but take a breath of air and his eyes widened in shock: "Just, that is to say - these people were brought here from the northwest? The distance between the two places is more than a thousand miles?"

Did you hit them by chance?

He knew that there was a life-and-death fight in the northwest, and all forces were involved, but to produce such a large space distortion and teleport people thousands of miles away, what a terrible word spirit? What an amazing battle? Fourth Uncle Lin

I started to feel confused. Are you convinced that the forces in the northwest are fighting a war instead of tearing down the earth under their feet?

The old man thought about it and remembered such a thing. Shaobai also asked himself how he killed the insects. Could it be the person in front of him? He raised his hand and turned over the "corpse" on Shaobai's left side and pulled the person by the collar.

Pulling it down, revealing his charred back.

Fourth Uncle Lin took a closer look and said sympathetically: "Did this man get struck by lightning? There is not a single piece of flesh on his back that is good..."

It smelled not only of blood, but also of putrefaction and strong burnt odor.

However, it was lucky that it was burnt and the bleeding stopped. Otherwise, with such a big wound on the back, the blood could flow into the human trunk.

The old master and his apprentice had different concerns from Fourth Uncle Lin.

Shaobai said regretfully: "Teacher, I'm gone."

The seal he left before is gone.

Looking at the damaged totem remaining on the shoulder blade, the old man let go of his hand and vaguely understood why these people landed so accurately. It was probably because this person had Shaobai's seal on him, and Shaobai happened to be attracting souls to reward gods, and something happened by accident.

resonance.

Since life should not be cut off——

"Shaobai, stabilize the injury, don't let anyone die."

Shaobai nodded obediently: "Okay, teacher."

Looking at Shaobai who was still exhausted after two consecutive blessings, the old man was satisfied but also vaguely surprised.

The high priest's blessing requires divine power, and the prayer to save a person is one of the most expensive. After all, he is robbing a person from the King of Hell and violating the ethics of life and death, and the price is naturally huge. Every time the high priest prays to save a person, he has to recuperate several times.

day.

Shaobai was always at ease.

Although it is related to his pure nature and devout faith, the side also proves that this child is indeed favored by the gods.

The prayer ended and the two of them felt their pulses were stable.

The old man ordered Uncle Lin to carry the three seriously wounded men back to the cave where the three temporarily settled. Shaobai continued to look for the bodies.

Fourth Uncle Lin had no choice but to do as he was told.

Looking at the three people lying in a row, Fourth Uncle Lin turned his head. The old man was squatting in the corner, expressionlessly preparing the wound medicine.

Worry: "You really can't save three troubles?"

The old man replied calmly: "If it's troublesome, I'll kill him."

As if killing someone is as common as killing a chicken.

The old man not only used medicinal materials when preparing the medicine, but also added some insects that Shaobai used to play with, pounded them into powder with a pestle and mortar, and kneaded them into a disgusting ball. Although it looked nauseating, the effect was insignificant. After preparing the medicine, the old man

Feeling tired.

He ordered Fourth Uncle Lin to take care of others and went to rest alone.

When the moon reaches its zenith, Shaobai comes back regretfully.

Covered in filth, he looked like a beggar who had gone out to beg for nothing and said, "Uncle Lin, there is no one left alive."

Only those three lucky ones.

Fourth Uncle Lin used the old man's words to Hu Nong Shaobai.

"Shaobai does not need to be disappointed, they are destined to be like this."

In the dry cave, the three of them were lying in rows on the stone bed that Shao Bai had cut out. There was a bonfire burning next to the stone bed, illuminating the dark cave in orange. Shao Bai took off his white clothes, whose original color could not be seen, and threw them into his clothes.

Basket, use a wooden basin to fetch water, and take a shower.

"Uncle Lin, when will they wake up?"

When Shaobai came back, Fourth Uncle Lin had washed the dirty clothes, wrung them out and hung them on a hemp rope to dry. Before being picked up by the young and old couple, Fourth Uncle Lin was also a pampered man. Now he lives like a maid, what?
To be continued...