Xu Ping was slightly stunned when he heard Zhilan's words, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't comfort me." ”

"I saw the bomb explode with my own eyes...... ...... who can't survive"

Zhilan opened her mouth to say something, but when she thought about it, she might have misremembered.

After all, after so many years, she may have thought about the appearance of the two of them subconsciously because Xu Ping's symptoms were similar to the person back then.

The two chatted without saying a word, and before they knew it, it was dawn, and the two chatted all night on this rooftop.

Xu Ping told Zhilan a lot of things about his childhood, and this was the first time he opened his heart to chat with people, and it was indescribably happy.

He also told Zhilan that he used to be a martial arts master, but an accident last year caused Dantian to be injured, which made many people regard him as a waste.

Just like the masters of the underground world that surrounded him that night, they all thought that he was gone.

As everyone knows, his most powerful thing is not his skills, nor his marksmanship, but his unknown witchcraft.

It's just that the cost of using witchcraft is enormous.

After dawn, both of them were a little sleepy, so they went to sleep separately, and Xu Ping woke up at noon.

He glanced inside the house, but he didn't find Zhilan, and she didn't see her in the courtyard, so she seemed to have gone out.

After warming up some porridge and drinking it himself, Xu Ping sat down at the desk and took a notebook left by Grandpa Zhilan to look through it.

Zhilan's grandfather's attainments in medicine are indeed very high, and many of the theories recorded in his notes are even amazing to Xu Ping.

Some diseases that cannot be solved by modern medicine are treated in Grandpa Zhilan's notes.

If this note were to be transmitted to the outside world, it would inevitably cause an uproar.

In the evening, Zhilan came back, carrying a big bag, which was bulging, and I don't know what it was.

"Where have you been? Zhilan. Xu Ping put down his notes, stretched a little tiredly, and walked towards Zhilan and asked.

"I went to the village to buy some things, and many of the things I needed were not sold in the village, so I asked someone to buy them for me from the city, and I will go again in a few days." Zhilan put the bag she was carrying next to the bookshelf and didn't let Xu Ping look through it.

Xu Ping didn't ask her what she bought, and after the two had dinner together, they went to sleep separately.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed, and in the past three days, Zhilan gave Xu Ping acupuncture and medicine according to the notes left by her grandfather, but it had no effect.

Seeing that Xu Ping's body is getting worse day by day, and now even walking two steps will show fatigue, Zhilan is secretly anxious in her heart.

Over the next few days, she gave up the notes her grandfather had left behind and locked herself in a small room, not knowing what she was doing.

Only when she eats will she leave the small room and come out to cook for Xu Ping and talk to him.

From time to time, Zhilan would draw blood for Xu Ping and let him drink some medicine, and Xu Ping cooperated.

Unconsciously, a month has passed since Xu Ping left Lin City.

On this day, Zhilan made breakfast and later asked Xu Ping to eat, but found that he was still sleeping.

Whispered to him twice, but there was no response, and Zhilan pushed his shoulder.

Xu Ping frowned, didn't open his eyes, and his voice came out with a hint of exhaustion: "Zhilan...... I'm so tired......"

"Xu Ping, wake up and eat something." Zhilan handed the bowl of porridge to Xu Ping's mouth, and reached under his head with one hand to help him up.

Carefully fed Xu Ping to drink the porridge, but Zhilan found that Xu Ping couldn't even swallow the porridge, and the porridge fed in was in Xu Ping's mouth, flowing out along the corners of his mouth.

Xu Ping...... You eat something...... You'll hold out for two more days......"

Zhilan hurriedly put down the porridge bowl, took out a silk scarf to wipe Xu Ping's mouth, and choked up: "I have found a way to cure you...... You wait for me for two more days...... You're going to be fine...... You eat something......"

"Good ......" Xu Ping squeezed a good word out of his throat, and then fell asleep again.

Zhilan shouted beside him for a while, reluctantly put him back on the pillow, her eyes were red and she went into the small room again.

The next day, Xu Ping didn't wake up again, no matter how Zhilan called him and shook him, he didn't react.

If it weren't for the slightest breath, Zhilan would have thought he was dead.

"Xu Ping......" Looking at the bloodless Xu Ping on the bed, Zhilan felt very uncomfortable, she waited quietly for Xu Ping for a while, as if she had made up her mind, gritted her teeth and entered the small room.

When she walked out again, Zhilan was carrying a large bag in her hand, which contained the things she bought some time ago.

"Xu Ping, you said that the Wu Clan's inheritance has very strict requirements for bloodline, and the problems in your body are caused by the yin qi in your body."

"I've checked your blood, there is a different component from normal blood in it, I don't know if it's the yin qi or blood veins you said, I haven't finished the final test yet."

"But you can't wait...... Just let me try it......"

"Xu Ping, you must ...... well"

……

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the window and falls on the bamboo bed, caressing Xu Ping with a hint of warmth.

There was a chirping of birds outside, waking Xu Ping from his sleep.

He opened his eyes in a trance, rubbed his somewhat sore arms, yawned and sat up.

The body is very tired, the whole body has no strength, and the head is still a little painful.

Xu Ping took two steps on the bed, his stomach gurgling.

Looks like he's too hungry.

Xu Ping smiled bitterly and shouted, "Zhilan." ”

No one responded to him, and he shouted again: "Zhilan? ”

Still no response.

Xu Ping frowned, reluctantly walked to the door of the small room, and knocked lightly: "Zhilan, are you there?" ”

There was no sound coming from the small room, Xu Ping gently pushed the door, and the door opened, and there was no one inside.

"Strange, what about the Zhilan people?" Xu Ping withdrew his hand to push the door, and his gaze suddenly fixed on his wrist.

Only then did he notice that he was wearing bandages around his wrists, which had been stained blood-red, and it seemed that he had shed a lot of blood.

After checking his body again, Xu Ping found that he had bandages wrapped in several places all over his body, and he didn't need to untie the bandages to see, he could also think that there must be wounds under the bandages.

As soon as he raised his arm vigorously, a wound under his ribs was pulled, and Xu Ping bared his teeth in pain.

"What's going on? Why do I have so many injuries on my body? Xu Ping was a little puzzled and wanted to ask Zhilan for clarification, but he couldn't find her.

There was no way, Xu Ping could only rely on his last bit of strength to warm up some of the leftover porridge cooked by Zhilan and drink it, filling his stomach first.

After eating and drinking, he lay down in a hammock in the courtyard and waited for Zhilan to return.

But until late at night, there was no one from Zhilan.

However, Xu Ping found an abnormality, that is, the chill in his body seemed to be gone.

This surprised him and made him feel a little uneasy.

He noticed that something was wrong with his body.

After trying to breathe, Xu Ping found the problem.

The yin qi in his body is gone!

The yin qi inherited from the Wu clan has disappeared from his body!

He fell out of the hammock in shock, pulling at the wound and screaming.

After relieving his breath, Xu Ping stood up straight, stretched out his right hand to a wooden barrel on the side, and spat lightly: "Get up!" ”

The barrel shook twice, and then it didn't react, and it didn't fly towards him as Xu Ping expected.

"Witchcraft can still be barely cast, but without Yin Qi, the effect is greatly reduced, and there is a feeling of blockage when it is cast......"

Xu Ping thought for a moment, and then rejoiced: "Although my witchcraft is not as powerful as before, but the yin qi in my body is gone, won't my body be able to return to normal?!" ”

"Zhilan, she succeeded?! She really healed me! ”

Xu Ping was ecstatic and wanted to find Zhilan to share the good news with her, but unfortunately she waited until midnight and didn't see Zhilan come back.

The uneasiness in his heart rose again.

"Zhilan, where have you been?" Sitting on the threshold of the bamboo house, Xu Ping looked at the bright moon in the sky, his expression was a little melancholy.

The joy was no longer there, his heart was empty, as if something was missing.

In the morning, Zhilan was still nowhere to be seen.

Xu Ping went to the creek where he and Zhilan first met, but did not find her.

He went out of the valley again and searched some nearby villages, but there was no news.

On the fifth day, Xu Ping returned to the bamboo house in the valley, with indescribable sorrow.

"Zhilan, where the hell have you been?" Looking at the same arrangement in the bamboo house, Xu Ping recalled that optimistic figure in his heart.

Without her, the bamboo house seemed to have lost its soul and was lifeless.

Xu Ping couldn't help but stand in the courtyard and shouted: "Zhilan, where are you!" Can you hear me? You promise me! ”