The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

The sunset reflected the sky red, and the river was sparkling.

A fishing boat pulled a long shadow, came to the shore that had been docked for an unknown number of years, tied the rope to the stake on the shore, and then collected the fishing net, and brought down a wooden barrel, in which there was a restless sound.

At the same time, a little girl of five or six years old came out from under the canopy, her face was purple and red, but her eyes were very bright.

"Now the fish have become fine, and it's getting harder and harder to fight!"

On the old fisherman's face, the wind and frost like a knife carved deep traces of time, sighed, and saw his granddaughter who came out, he unconsciously showed a smile and straightened his back.

"Grandpa, I'll mention it!"

The little girl deftly jumped out of the boat, and came to the old fisherman, and scrambled to carry the barrel.

"Grandpa is not so old that he can't even lift a wooden barrel!" the old fisherman touched his granddaughter's little head with a smile, "Today's harvest is not good, but I got a big fat crab, and when I go back, grandpa will steam it for you!"

The grandfather and grandson walked slowly.

Their clothes were patched and patched, dirty and smelled of fish.

As for the fishing boats in the back, they didn't care.

There were all farmers nearby, and they all knew each other, but no one stole their fishing boat, which was about to fall apart.

After going down the embankment and coming to the road, there was a Zhuangzi not far ahead, at this time the sparse cooking smoke had risen, and the dog barked twice from time to time.

"Ah, grandpa, there seems to be someone over there?"

The little girl suddenly screamed, pulled her grandfather's shirt, and pointed to the wild grass on the side.

Grandpa rubbed his dry eyes, looked at it, and was stunned: "How can you lie down alone? There is no smell of alcohol, it's not drunk, it's not that you're fainting in a hurry?"

Walking over gently, and picking up the wild grass, the old fisherman was shocked.

"Yike......!"

The little girl was so frightened that she almost cried.

She hurriedly stood behind her grandfather, a little curious, and wanted to poke her head out to take a look, but was blocked by the old fisherman.

"This ......!"

The old fisherman wanted to retreat, but he was very hesitant.

"Grandpa, is that a human or a ghost?"

The little girl stared at her big black eyes, and her voice was still a little trembling.

"It's human!"

The old fisherman froze, looked at it again, and muttered in his heart: "Although this person's clothes don't look gorgeous, they are far better than those clothes of those young ladies who occasionally go to the neighborhood to play, but, it's just that his face is ......!"

He felt a panic.

If it weren't for the fact that he fished all year round and was well-informed, he would have been scared away a long time ago.

Lying down was a young man, dressed in white, spotless, but his face was densely covered with cracks like spider silk, as well as his hands. You can see the flesh inside, which makes your scalp tingle.

It seems that if you touch it slightly, it will shatter like porcelain.

"Grandpa, yes, it's a dead man, right?"

The little girl poked her head out and looked again, and she suddenly said, "Grandpa, he, he seems to be breathing?"

"How is that possible?"

The old fisherman shook his head.

With such an injury, it is impossible to live.

He still looked at it hesitantly, the young man turned his face sideways, and a small grass next to his nose shook back and forth slightly, the old fisherman had experience, this was a subtle breath.

Cautiously reached out and tried, and sure enough, he didn't die.

"It's just ......!"

The old fisherman hesitated.

Since he didn't die, in his experience, it should be that the person who practiced martial arts was injured, if he was rescued and found out by the enemy's family, what would happen to their grandson?

If you don't save it, you will inevitably feel uneasy.

"Grandpa, is there still salvation?"

The little girl asked, tilting her face.

The old fisherman glanced at his granddaughter, sighed in his heart, and said with a smile: "Need to see it?"

"Then let's get him home!"

"Wait until it's dark, little worm, remember, don't tell outsiders whether you can save it or not!"

"Grandpa, I remember!"

The little worm nodded earnestly.

It was completely dark, and the moon had not yet risen.

The old fisherman also had a few strengths, and with the young man on his back, he quietly returned to a courtyard at the head of the village.

Surrounded by a fence, three thatched huts, and a low stove house.

The old fisherman lit the fish oil lamp distressedly, cooked, and watched his granddaughter eat a round belly, and couldn't help but smile. Watching his granddaughter fall asleep, he came to the Westinghouse with an oil lamp.

On the dilapidated bed, lay the youth.

He made another bowl of fish soup and tried to pour it for the young man, but found that he couldn't pry his mouth open.

"Well, how is it good?"

The old fisherman was worried.

"Everything that needs to be done has been done, and whether you can survive or not depends on your creation!"

I tried a few more times, but the result was very helpless.

Eventually, he returned to the East House and slept with a worried heart.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day.

The old fisherman sat up, squinted his eyes, and deepened his waist: "Good sleep, good sleep!"

"Grandpa, is it dawn?" On the other end, the little insect said in a daze, "It's dawn, grandpa will cook for you!"

Putting on his clothes, the old fisherman walked out, and kept muttering: "The little black cat of his second uncle's family, why didn't he make a fuss last night? There are no rats, why didn't you hear the rooster crow this morning?"

After breakfast, half a bowl of gruel was served, and when it was brought to the West House, the old fisherman sat at the head of the bed, and prepared to pour it into the unconscious young man with a wooden spoon, but the result was still the same as last night, there was no way at all!

The young man's teeth were clenched too tightly, and if he forcibly pried them open, he was afraid that he would hurt the other party.

I sniffed, but it was still very subtle.

"Grandpa, how's it going?"

The little bug asked.

"I can only resign myself to fate!"

The old fisherman was helpless.

Their lives were not disturbed, and during the day they followed the river into the seashore five miles away, caught a few nets, and returned in the evening.

Sometimes, when the harvest is good, I go to the market to sell it for two oil dollars, and although my life is hard, I am also happy.

It's just that to the old fisherman's amazement, the rescued young man did not enter the rice water, but he still had breath, and the injury not only did not worsen, but slowly healed.

Even the breathing was a little stronger.

He also found that since the rescue of the youth, there are no rats, ants and mosquitoes in the house, and even the dogs in the village dare not bark loudly, but the rooster crowing in the early morning has returned to normal.

Moreover, in the past month, his body has become more and more hardened, even his rheumatic legs have improved, his granddaughter has become more and more aura, and his tanned purple red face has gradually become white and tender.

"Grandpa, come on, come on!"

Early in the morning, the little insect screamed hurriedly.

The old fisherman looked at the Westinghouse, his face changed, and he walked over in three steps and two steps.

"Wake up!"

He saw that the young man on the bed opened his eyes, took his granddaughter Lou into his arms, and said nervously. With his experience, how could he not have imagined that the young man he rescued was by no means extraordinary.

No eating, no drinking, no pulling!

Only the legendary immortals have this ability?

"Thank you, old man!"

The corners of the young man's mouth reluctantly pulled out a smile, and his voice was hoarse.

"If you do, how can you not save you when you die!" the old fisherman hurriedly said, "There are still a few fish left yesterday, I'll cook you a bowl of fish soup!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

The youth did not refuse.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, the old fisherman was overjoyed.

"Big brother, you haven't eaten for a month, you must have a lot of stomach trouble, right?"

The little worm asked innocently.

"Well, I'm dying!"

The young man smiled back.

"Grandpa's fish soup is delicious, it is the best fish soup in the world, and it is comparable to the tofu brain of Lao Zhangtou in the market. Tofu brain, I haven't drunk it for a long time, that, that's really delicious, it's just too expensive!"

"In the future, the big brother will let you drink every day, drink a bowl and throw a bowl!"

"Hehehehe, the eldest brother really knows how to say, tofu brain, the best thing to drink, how can you throw it?"

"Well, let's not throw it away! What's your name?"

"Nicknamed Little Worm, Grandpa said, Worm is easy to feed!

"My name is Chu Yang, and I will be called Brother Chu in the future!"

"Okay!"

"What is this place?"

"Lijia Village, Fengshou County. Big brother, what's going on on your face?"

"It's sick!"

"Brother Chu, then treat it well!"

The little insect is curious, and Chu Yang is also patient.

After a while, the old fisherman walked in with fish soup.

Chu Yang barely got started, but unfortunately his arms were weak.

"I'll feed you!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Chu Yang did not refuse.

A spoonful of fish soup was in his stomach, Chu Yang tasted it for a long time, and sighed: "The taste of the world is so good, so good!"

The old fisherman's brows jumped wildly.

After drinking the fish soup, Chu Yang lay down again.

The two grandparents went out to fish as usual.

"How did I get to this point?"

Chu Yang smiled bitterly in his heart.

"What the hell is going on in the Overworld?"

He could understand what was going on in the wilderness, but the moment he returned to the Overworld, he almost died.