Chapter 4 Don't bother my brother if you're fine

"Look, look, isn't that a vehicle that has flipped over? I was stopped! ā€

Someone spotted the vehicle and immediately shouted loudly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Be careful, walk from the side of this side, don't let the rocks roll down and hit the wounded." Yi Ping hurriedly reminded loudly.

The ground on the slope is loose, and when people step on it, the stones under their feet will roll down, which can easily cause injury to the people below.

"There are still people alive." Hearing Yi Ping's voice, those people immediately noticed the wounded and Luo Qiqi beside him.

This time, they came down to see the car falling off the cliff, but they didn't expect to see an unbelievable scene.

The car did not fall off the cliff as they thought, but was stopped more than 30 meters away from the cliff, and what they didn't expect was that it was blocked in this way.

Several people could see that the rope was borrowed by the boy from the bus driver before, and it was clear that it was at that time that he caught up with the tumbling car and set up an interception line in front of him.

"Is this kid still human?"

Several people opened their mouths and looked at the car that had been forcibly stopped, and they were all stunned.

"A person with fighting skills is a cow." One person reacted immediately.

Several people nodded their heads in deep understanding, looking at Yi Ping with awe, as if they were looking at a monster.

"You, you, you......" A middle-aged man who looked more honest pointed at Yi Ping, stammering, wanting to speak but unable to express it completely.

"How did you do that?" Another young man picked up, and compared to several people, he was a relatively cold person.

Yi Ping glanced at him and recognized it as a young man standing next to the middle-aged man, as if he was a driver.

"Why do you ask so much, let's quickly find a way to make a few stretchers." Yi Ping shook his head and said.

"You have to find a knife that works." The young man nodded as he observed the wounded lying on the ground, then looked around to the left and right, and muttered to himself.

These are ordinary people, they don't have the ability to level easily, and they have to honestly find a knife to cut down trees in order to make a stretcher.

"On the bus, I saw a fellow carrying a firewood knife just now." The other shouted as if to take credit.

"Then hurry up and find it, get the stretcher ready and come down." Yi Ping glared at the man and immediately urged up.

At this time, there are still a few people who need to clamp the fracture well, he doesn't want unrelated people to get in the way, besides, he wants to use the Yi family's barbarian witchcraft to further treat the wounded, and when the Yi family does it, not everyone can watch from the side.

After Yi Ping examined the middle-aged man's injury, he knew that if effective treatment was not carried out in time, this person would not survive to the hospital, and he would simply save the person to the end, and Yi Ping did not intend to leave regrets here.

After listening to Yi Ping's words, several people hesitated.

"Go, do you want them all to die here?" As soon as Yi Ping got angry, he pointed at the wounded people on the ground covered in blood, and shouted at a few people.

"Ah, good." Several people were startled, they didn't expect this young man to be so angry, they looked at Yi Ping, and then looked at the car, and there was no longer any previous hesitation.

A person who was able to stop the overturned car, although he looked younger than the few people present, how could they disobey?

Seeing a few people stumbling up the hill, Yi Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

He calculated that at the speed of ordinary people, it would take about fifteen minutes to climb from here to the road, and it would take twenty-five minutes to arrive back and forth, and it would be enough to take advantage of this time difference.

After glancing at a few wounded people, Yi Ping said to Luo Qiqi: "Next, I have to be quiet first, don't disturb me if you're fine." ā€

Luo Qiqi was feeling strange, it would be good if she could leave one or two to help according to her wishes, but why did Yi Ping catch up with people.

Listening to Yi Ping's words, she nodded, immediately threw away all the messy thoughts in her heart, and slowly closed her eyes.

Since drinking the water, Luo Qiqi feels that her body is much more comfortable than before, but her body is still very painful, and she doesn't know where she is injured, or if there are injuries everywhere, so it is a good idea to rest at this time.

Yi Ping took out the wooden fish from the pouch hanging from his waist, walked to the seriously injured middle-aged man, sat down cross-legged, took a few deep breaths, relaxed his mind, and began to ring the wooden fish and recite the "requiem mantra".

"Tuk Tuk"

The sound of wooden fish began to sound in the forest, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

This time, it was not as hard as some patients before the original treatment, because the main purpose at this time was to make people's minds calm, and the body would automatically repair and recover some internal injuries, so he did not do it for a long time.

Hearing the sound of the wooden fish, Luo Qiqi was a little puzzled, I don't know what the other party knocked out this sound for, but it was very comfortable to listen to, like a tired person soaking in warm water, enjoying it very much.

Feeling the changes in her body, Luo Qiqi opened her eyes slightly, glanced at Yi Ping with a deep taste, and then slowly closed her eyes, and soon, she was intoxicated by the warmth of Hexi.

The few wounded who were panting for breath gradually calmed down and began to breathe more vigorously under the bath of the "requiem curse".

The change of the middle-aged person is particularly obvious, the original face is pale, out of breath, after Yi Ping knocked on the wooden fish and recited the "Requiem Mantra" for ten minutes, a trace of ruddy quietly appeared on the face, and the breathing became more and more normal.

The wind blew through the treetops, and the woods became lively again at some point, and the chirping of birds came and went.

Since Yi Ping's "Requiem Mantra" was recited, all the noise has stopped, and it has become quiet, only the wind blows the leaves and makes a "swish" sound.

On the highway, a group of people here and there were talking about the overturned, and they were all waiting for news of the people who had gone to see the previous group of people in the vehicle.

At this time, more than thirty minutes had passed since that group of people descended the mountain, and many people could not sit still, and they guessed that the people who returned immediately after seeing the scene should appear soon.

No one believed that the people in the car could survive, and of course, there were many people who still had the illusion that someone would be able to jump out of the car, and as soon as they said the idea, they were denied by others.

"As soon as the car rolls off the road, there may still be a chance when it rolls over, but when it rolls over, it is difficult for people to control their behavior." The bus driver said disdainfully, "If you want to jump out of the car, it's a dream, unless the door of the car is opened, but it's a person being thrown out, not jumping out." ā€

Looking at the bus driver as if I was an expert, you were a turtle, everyone was silent.