"Hey, there is actually a trace of heart vein still there?" The middle-aged man was surprised and raised his hand to push away the hair that had dried up and stuck to his face, revealing a blood-stained face, with a gray lips. At first glance, it looked like a corpse, "It's so life!"

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

It has been a few days since the body fell to now.

Not to mention how serious his injuries were, just lying in the pile of corpses for so long, he could still keep a faint heart vein. He was definitely a literary scholar. When the middle-aged man checked his meridians, he was indeed like this. But he did not do more, but looked up at the old and young in front of him and asked: "Do you want to save me? Or throw it back directly, let's pretend that I didn't see him?"

The story is well said, don’t rescue people of unknown origin.

The old man pondered for a while, calculated his fingers and said, "They came because they were young, which is also a kind of fate. If they can be saved, they will save them. If they cannot be saved, they will have such a life."

It is so weak that only a wisp of heart vein is left. Naturally, this kind of injury cannot be saved by middle-aged men or old men. It depends on Shaobai.

I saw Shaobai lifting his hand and turning into a wooden stick with small red flowers, and the clothes were made of magnificent sacrificial garments.

The robe was automatically without wind, and her palms turned into seals, causing the wooden staff to hang in the air, and the mysterious patterns and seven-star Beidou bloomed from his feet. I saw Shaobai's eyes closed with devoutness and whispering in his mouth. The middle-aged man looked up and saw a huge female phantom behind him.

The phantom holds the palm with his left hand and pinches the fingers with his right hand.

The face seems to be covered by gauze, and the specific details cannot be seen clearly.

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

Just as I was thinking, the little white wooden stick fell to the ground.

Countless green leaves sprouted, turning into vines to wrap the "corpses" on the ground. As the green leaves penetrated into this person's body, the originally dry and empty meridians seemed to have been in a long drought and slowly recovered their vitality. The weak heart veins were injected with tremendous vitality.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The heartbeat gradually became clear from imperceptible. The middle-aged man took this man's network, and for a while, he could feel the slight beating of his fingertips. He said astonished: "This is really a life to save. Alas, why didn't I get this treatment when I was rescued?"

He forced a dying person back from the hands of the King of Hell. Such a method could not be done by the literary scholars, and the most outstanding medical skills in the world, the saint of Xinglin, was hard to beat. When this person's heart was stable, Shaobai inserted a wooden stick into his waist and walked to his back.

He said excitedly: "Teacher, I'll go and double it."

Maybe I can pick up a few living people.

Although he is not very smart, he is usually accompanied by his teacher and Uncle Lin, Shaobai occasionally feels lonely. If he can see a few fresh faces, he will not be so bored. He will jump a few times and return to the place where he found his lucky ones.

It doesn't matter if it's dirty, so I'll pull it up carefully.

As he deepened his cultivation, he became more and more sensitive to the breath of life. For example, the lucky man just now, whether he was Uncle Lin or the teacher, if he did not concentrate and perceive it carefully, it would be extremely difficult to detect the existence of that wisp of heart vein, and he did not need to contact him. As long as he was not too far away, he could detect it, as if he was born.

The middle-aged man, known as Uncle Lin, sat back on his original position, looked at the lucky man's weak chest and said, "Although his heart meridians recovered by luck, he was covered in internal and external injuries. It is still unknown whether he could wake up with his eyes..."

There are more external injuries and more internal injuries.

The situation is far worse than he was back then.

The old man said: "This is the fate."

Uncle Lin: “…”

He is worthy of being an old charlatan and believes in numerology.

After a while, Shaobai carried the two of them back with them from left to right and said excitedly: "Teacher, Uncle Lin Si, I know these two!"

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

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

He pointed to the person lying on the right and said happily: "This person also said he wanted to buy me a lot of sugar, I remember it!"

The teacher always withdrew his candy.

His front teeth are obviously growing.

"Teacher, is he here to deliver candy to me?" Shaobai touched him, trying to find the hidden candy bag.

"Shaobai, when will it happen?"

The old men couldn't help but look solemn.

I asked carefully what happened to Shaobai.

Because she was thinking about Chao Lian’s promised candy, Shaobai remembered it deeply and told me about what happened half a year ago like a bean.

Uncle Lin couldn't help but take a breath of air and widened his eyes in shock: "That's to say, this group of people was spread here from the northwest? Are there more than a thousand miles apart?"

Did you hit them like this?

He knew that the northwest was fighting and killing, and all forces were rolling up, but such a large space distortion occurred, and teleporting people thousands of miles away. What a terrible spirit? What a stunning formation? Uncle Lin Si began to be confused. He was sure that the forces in the northwest were fighting rather than tearing down the earth under his feet?

The old man thought, remembering that there was something like this. Shaobai asked himself how to kill insects. Could it be the person in front of him? He raised his hand and turned over the "corpse" on Shaobai's left side, pulled the collar down, revealing his charred back.

Uncle Lin looked closely and said sympathetically: "Is this person suffering from thunder? There is no piece of meat on his back?"

Not only does it smell bloody, it also has a strong stinking smell.

However, fortunately, I was so lucky that I stopped the bleeding. Otherwise, the bleeding could even flow into a human with such a large wound on my back.

The old master and apprentice have different concerns from Uncle Lin Si.

Shaobai said regretfully: "Teacher, it's gone."

The seal he left before was gone.

Looking at the remaining damaged totem at the scapula, the old man let go of his hand and vaguely understood why these people landed so accurately. Most of the time, this person was wearing Shaobai's seal, and Shaobai happened to attract the soul to the gods, and it resonated by accident.

Since life should not be lost-

"Shaobai, keep your injuries stable and don't let others die."

Shaobai nodded obediently: "Okay, teacher."

Looking at Shaobai, who was not exhausted in two consecutive prayers, the old man was satisfied and also felt a little surprised.

The high priest’s prayer requires divine power, and the prayer of saving people is one of the most expensive prayers. After all, it is a snatching people from the King of Hell, which violates the morality of life and death, and the price is naturally small. High priests of all generations have to recuperate for several days when they pray to save people.

Shaobai is always at ease.

Although it is related to his pure and pious nature and faith, it also testifies from the side that this child is indeed deeply favored by the gods.

The prayer ended and the hearts of the two were stable.

The old man ordered Uncle Lin Si to carry the three seriously injured back to the cave where the three of them temporarily settled, and Shaobai continued to search for the bodies.

Uncle Lin had to do it hard.

Looking at the three people lying in a row, Uncle Lin turned his head and the old man was squatting in the corner, with an expressionless face filled with wound medicine.

Worry: "Is it really not going to save three troubles?"

The old man Dandan replied: "If you have trouble, kill me."

It seems as if killing a person is as ordinary as killing a chicken.

The old man not only uses medicinal materials to prepare medicine, but also adds some insects that Shaobai usually uses to play with, and uses a pestle and mortar to make a powder, and rub it into a nausea ball. Although it looks nauseous, the effect is unspeakable. After preparing the medicine, the old man feels tired.

He ordered Uncle Lin to take care of others and go to rest directly.

Wait until the moon is in the middle of the sky, Shaobai will regretfully come back.

He was dirty all over, and looked like a beggar who had no gains when going out to beg: "Uncle Lin Si, there are no living people."

There are only those three lucky ones.

Uncle Lin Si used the old man's words to the lake and the little white.

"Shaobai doesn't need to be lost, they have such fate."

In the dry cave, three people lay in line on the stone bed that Shaobai crackled. A bonfire was burning beside the stone bed, illuminating the dark cave with orange. Shaobai took off his white clothes that could not see the original color, threw them into the clothes basket, fed water with a wooden basin, and took a shower.

"Uncle Lin Si, when will they wake up?"

When Shaobai came back, Uncle Lin had washed the dirty clothes and wrung them out and hung them on the hemp rope. Before being picked up by the young and old, Uncle Lin was also a pampered person. Now he lives like a maid and can do anything.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't beat it.

"Wake up when it's time to wake up."

I just hope that there are only ones who can work on the three stone beds.

"Don't worry, these three are not ordinary people. As long as the Dan Mansion can resume operations, it won't take long to jump around."

Uncle Lin was drying his clothes and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I am not afraid of naughty children making trouble, but I am afraid of naughty children suddenly being quiet.

When he turned his head, he saw Shaobai pinching one of the cheeks with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth, and his other hand stuffed the white insect that was still twisting into his mouth. Uncle Lin Si: "Don't feed people to death."

Shaobai: "This is a good thing."

"No matter how good the things are, you have only used these things for wild animals in the mountains. I don't know if people can use them..."

Shaobai said, "Try looking for someone next time."

Uncle Lin’s back hair exploded inexplicably - this pair of masters and apprentices have always been inhumane, so don’t you focus on yourself as a medicine tester?

Shaobai grabbed two more pieces and stuffed them into the other two people's mouths.

These three people are indeed very good at physical fitness. In the second half of the night, except for their temperatures sometimes high and sometimes low, everything else is normal.

It was dark outside the cave, and Shaobai continued to dig a hole.
To be continued...