The wasteland slowly got up, his hands firmly propped up on the couch, his mind still hazy, his eyes blank.

And the most important thing is that at this time, his body is wrapped like a zongzi, and only his arms are exposed.

Gradually, the consciousness of the wasteland slowly woke up, and he began to look around at everything around him, a completely unfamiliar space.

And the knife without a trace was on the bed opposite the wasteland, and I saw him lying quietly on the bed, his body also wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.

"Without a trace?" the wasteland shouted softly, trying to get up, but the pain from his body went deep into his bones.

The wasteland looked curiously at the dantian, and saw that the wood bud was lying quietly in the 'Yuan Spirit', and the slightest point of light was still emitting continuously, all over the wasteland.

Even so, the wasteland still felt like it was full of holes.

"You're awake!" Xing Yu'er looked at the wasteland and shouted, and Xing Que hurriedly walked in at this time.

"Am I here?" the wasteland immediately asked when he saw Xing Que.

"That night, we were rescued by a mysterious man. Xing Que then said.

"Who is it?" said Wasteland, still confused.

"I don't know. Xing Que replied.

"What's going on without a trace?" the wasteland asked, gesturing at the knife without a trace.

"He's just like you, he's badly wounded, but you woke up first. Xing Que replied.

"Thank you!" Wasteland spoke slowly, although he still didn't know what was going on, it was obvious that it was Xing Que in front of him who saved them.

"You don't need to thank me, you can get out of here when your injuries are better. Xing Que said lightly.

"Good!" replied the moor.

"Help me out there. Wasteland hurriedly said, at this time, the injury on Dao Wuji's body was the most important thing.

I saw Xing Que striding over and directly helping the wasteland up, although the pain on the wasteland's body was still at this time, he was constantly enduring it.

The wasteland hurriedly held the big hand of the knife without a trace, only to see that his eyes were slightly closed, and the trace of light in his body quickly gathered, constantly emitting towards the wasteland's hand.

Although the wasteland didn't know what the injury of the knife without a trace was at the moment, he knew that the light spot in his body was absolutely beneficial to the injury.

Under the guidance of the wasteland, I saw countless points of light slowly entering Dao Wuxi's body through the palm of his hand, and in an instant, I saw those points of light flying out, directly towards the scars wrapped in scars.

It's amazing!

Although it was only a few points of light, this level of load had already exceeded the limit for the wasteland body at this time.

I saw that the face of the wasteland was constantly changing, very pale, and they all began to look out of breath.

"Your injuries are not healed yet..."Xing Yu'er hurriedly shouted loudly when she saw this, although she didn't know what the wasteland was doing at this time, but judging from the state of the wasteland, it was even worse.

Xing Que stood aside and watched quietly, he also didn't know why.

The wasteland was even weaker at this time, and I saw that he slightly released his palm, and his eyes drooped, looking drowsy.

Half an hour passed, Xing Que and Xing Yu'er had been standing here, but the wasteland had been paying attention to the changes of the knife without a trace.

I saw that the fingers of the knife moved slightly, and his face and expression were constantly changing, as if he was struggling with something.

"Without a trace!" called the moorland softly. At this time, his heart became nervous.

Finally, Dao Wuxian slowly opened his eyes, looked at the wasteland, and nodded slightly.

"It's amazing!" Xing Yu'er looked at the wasteland and couldn't help but say.

Even Xing Que looked stunned and incredulous.

Although Xing Que knew the wood-based seeds of the wasteland, he didn't know that this wood-based seeds were so magical.

Unheard!

"You will rest for a while, and then the old master will see you. Xing Que said slowly.

The wasteland was slightly stunned, but he looked at Xing Que and nodded slightly.

"What's going on?" asked Dao Wuxian as he slowly got up and looked at the wasteland. In his memory, the events of that night were still so clear.

"Xing Que said that a mysterious person saved us, but he didn't know who it was, so I didn't ask much. Wasteland explained.

"Mystery man?" asked Knife Traceless curiously.

"Yes, I'm just as confused as you are, we just arrived, and we didn't know any masters at all, so I don't know the identity of that mysterious person. Wasteland shook his head and said.

"Could it have something to do with Xing Que?" Dao Wuji continued to ask.

"No, judging by the look on his face, even he was very confused. Wasteland continued.

"Well, how are you?" asked Knife Traceless again.

"The Soul Lock Hook is really as terrible as rumored, I didn't expect that the spirit seeds in my body have no way to take it, but not only that, even the recovery from the injuries in my body is extremely difficult. The moor sighed.

Yan Chengji dealt a heavy hand to the wasteland and the knife without a trace, showing no mercy at all, according to the wasteland's guess, his strange power against the soul also hit their bodies, which was very weird.

Dao Wuxian couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, the system of the wasteland was very special, but he knew that the seeds in the wasteland were very rebellious and had healing effects.

Therefore, a series of magical things happened in the wasteland, and the knife without a trace has long been strange, but this time, even the wasteland has no way.

"It's not without effect, at least our superficial injuries have almost recovered, and the rest of the slow recuperation should be about the same. Wasteland said.

"Hmm. Dao Wuxian nodded and said.

Two hours later, the wasteland and the knife were finally used to the pain all over their bodies, and they slowly stood up, smiling at each other.

And at this moment, Xing Que and Xing Yu'er walked slowly, looking at the wasteland and the state of Dao Wuxian at this time, even they were taken aback.

"If it is convenient for you, the old master wants to see you. Xing Que said.

"Good!" replied the moor.

With the support of Xing Que and Xing Yu'er, the wasteland and the knife moved slowly and lightly, and finally came to a place of meditation.

The room was very simply furnished, but on top of its humble table were all kinds of books of Taoism and Buddhism, which were obviously very important to the old master.

On the bed, I saw an old man who was emaciated, his face was full of vicissitudes, he was lying quietly at the moment, his eyes were slightly closed, but his mouth was muttering and didn't know what he was saying.

"Grandfather!" Xing Yu'er called out softly.

I saw that the old man's eyes were slightly open, looking at Xing Yu'er, and he actually showed a slight smile.

"Old Master!" Xing Que also hurriedly shouted, only to see him move forward quickly and help the old master up slightly.

"Old master!" shouted Wasteland and Dao Wuxian clenched their fists at the same time.

"Okay!" the old master nodded slightly.

"Your matter, Xiao Qi'er has already told me, although he did not do it right, but he also has a reason, I have no choice, I hope you don't blame him?" the old master looked at the wasteland and said again and again.

"Old Master, we are not surprised that Xing Que has returned the things to us, and besides, he still has a life-saving grace for the two of us. Wasteland continued to clench his fists.

"Okay!! good" The old master said three good words in a row, and there was a slight smile on his face, perhaps it was more of a comfort.

"Xiao Que'er is reckless outside, with your lesson this time, in fact, I am much more relieved. The old master looked at Xing Que and looked a little guilty, perhaps in his heart he had always thought that his teaching was insufficient.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" At this time, the old master was coughing again and again, and he saw a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, which was very serious.

"Grandfather!"

"Old Master!"

Seeing this, Xing Yu'er and Xing Que hurriedly shouted, the old master's body was deteriorating, and they were very worried in their hearts, pressing on their bodies like a boulder, very heavy.

"Grandfather, it's okay, it's okay, you have a good rest, I'll definitely find a way to cure you." Xing Yu'er hurriedly said, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. In this world, she only has this only relative.

The wasteland and Dao Wuxian couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at this time, they couldn't bear to look at such a scene, but at this moment, Dao Wuxian thought of Wang Xiaoyu, and his heart began to worry.

"Xing Que, what kind of illness does the old master have?" Wasteland couldn't help but ask softly.

"It's not a disease, it's more precise, it's a poison. Xing Que explained softly.

"What poison?" Wasteland asked again in surprise.

"I have asked countless people, and they only know about poisoning, but no one knows what kind of poison it is, so over the years, countless prescriptions have been prescribed, and they are only suppressing the effect. Fortunately, the toxicity was not very strong, otherwise, the old master would not have been able to survive all these years. Xing Que continued.

"Was it poisoned by man, or...?" asked the wasteland, puzzled again.

I saw that Xing Que shook his head, if he knew these roots, maybe everything could be saved.

"It's a bit presumptuous, but my abilities are a bit special, and I have some effect on injuries, so if I can, I'd like to give it a try and see if it works. After hesitating for a moment, the wasteland looked at Xing Que and Xing Yu'er and said seriously.

"This?" Xing Que looked embarrassed, and the wasteland suddenly spoke, and even he was a little at a loss.

"Okay!" Xing Yu'er said suddenly, she was unwilling to let go of any opportunity, even if it was despair again and again.

"Please!" Xing Yu'er hurriedly said, looking at the wasteland, and saw a trace of longing in her eyes.

"Do your best!" said Wasteland earnestly, his life at stake, and although Wasteland didn't know if it worked, he still wanted to try.

"Old master, offended!" I saw that the wasteland's face was very solemn, and he slowly sat on the bed, holding the big hand that was full of folds and slightly rough.

At this moment, the whole room suddenly became quiet, Xing Que held Xing Yu'er's hand tightly, and in their palms they all began to sweat slightly, and even the knife on the side became nervous, staring tightly.

However, at this moment, the wasteland was also tense, and the moment he held the old master's hand, his whole body was shocked, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.