Chapter VIII

That's right, Liang Youwei's blood turned golden, although it was a faint color, but it was enough to shock me, even now me.

Liang Youwei didn't have any expression of this, the talisman was stained with his own blood and began to draw on the stone tablet, he drew very carefully, very carefully and slowly, until after more than twenty minutes, a bear exactly like him appeared on the stone.

The blood quickly dried up, and the golden color became more pronounced.

"Put Old Man Wind on it." Liang Youwei seemed to have wasted a lot of physical strength, and became out of breath, and I put the body of the old man Feng on it as I said.

"The wound is against the pattern," Liang Youwei said again, and I did as I said.

"Hoo ......."

Liang Youwei let out a deep breath, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made him a little old at first.

"Old fellow, I'm like this, and I have to spend my life to save your life, do I really owe you in my last life?" After Liang Youwei said this, a drop of blood dripped into Old Man Feng's body, and then pressed his palm on Old Man Feng's wound, his lips opened lightly, and he whispered in a low voice.

The pattern that was originally pressed under the old man by the wind, in my sight, like an ant leaving the nest, swam away in all directions, forming a small inscription, and in a blink of an eye, it was covered with the entire stone tablet.

Just when I thought they would expand in all directions, the inscriptions suddenly climbed up the old man's body, arms, thighs, shoulders, and head gradually covering the whole body.

The final destination of these inscriptions is the wound that runs through the old man's chest, crawling into the wound, and constantly entering the place of the heart.

"Knock Knock"

Old Man Wind's already faint heartbeat grew stronger, and my ears could easily hear his beating.

It's amazing!

These runes are carved in blood, and they enter the body of the injured in a special way, and they can achieve such a magical effect. Could it be that this is the power of the blood of the good people of the tenth generation, which is really incredible.

Inscription master, what kind of existence can have such a ability to defy the sky. This had to make me very interested in this profession.

My eyes were glued to the whole process, not missing a single detail, and when the last inscription entered the wound of the old man Feng, the beating of the old man's heart had reached the level of a normal person, and the result was obvious. That is, the old man Feng has been saved.

What shocked me the most was that the wound, which was originally the size of a cup, had a faint tendency to scab over at the moment, although it was only a trend, but it was enough to shock me.

"Ho ..........."

Old Man Feng sat up suddenly, took a long breath of air, and his chest was violently bullied, as if he had just returned from hell.

I looked like Liang Youwei in a blink of an eye, but I was suddenly startled, this gray-haired old man, at this moment, it was like he was suddenly more than ten years old. The furrows on his face, the wrinkles that suddenly appeared, didn't this old man just take the few pieces of blood I had left?

"Old fellow, you woke up, and you were really embarrassed to meet in such a way." Liang Youwei's voice is indescribably weak.

"Old ghost, are you alright?" When the old man Feng saw Liang Youwei's appearance, he was shocked, and he was about to get up quickly, but I stopped him. He had injuries on his body and couldn't move much.

I sat on the stele with Liang Youwei in his arms, frowning slightly.

"Xiaolong, is there anything in your body that can recover quickly, once the old ghost's body enters the weak stage. It will be very recovering that goes straight back to the things that affect you. Old man Feng said.

Without hesitation, I took out the huge fish bead, broke off a piece the size of an egg, and handed it to Liang Youwei.

"What is this?" Neither of them had apparently seen anything like it.

Liang Youwei stuffed the fish beads into his mouth, swallowed them without thinking about it, and then closed his eyes. After a short time, he opened his eyes and burst into surprise again.

"What is this? It has the effect of strengthening mental power! ”

"Strengthen mental power?" Old Man Feng's face also showed a look of surprise.

"I got something from Ziwei Mountain, it was from the head of a big fish, and I relied on him to survive." I didn't hide it either.

Liang Youwei's complexion was obviously much better after taking Yuzhu, and he was speechless for a while while sitting there.

"What the hell is going on, old ghost?" Even though Old Man Feng knew that now was not the time, he couldn't help but ask.

Liang Youwei's body shook suddenly, and all his eyes were filled with sadness and resentment, and his body twitched for a while before it gradually eased up.

"I want to eat something." He said

In a hotel by the sea, we asked for a separate private room, and the table was already full of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Liang Youwei slowly stretched out his hand and picked up a pair of chopsticks, his hand that would not tremble when painting inscriptions trembled violently, like a serious Parkinson's patient, in order to stabilize his hand, Liang Youwei's other hand pressed the hand holding the chopsticks, and he could still tremble uncontrollably.

Tears fell down Liang Youwei's old face, and it was difficult for a white-haired old man to imagine what kind of blow he had experienced.

We all watched him in silence, watching him pick up the vegetables with his chopsticks, pick them up and fall them down, then pick them up again, and then fall them down.

By this time, I had already returned to my normal appearance, and the black skeleton had gone quiet.

Looking at Liang Youwei's appearance, no one in our hearts is uncomfortable, a good family is gone, the grandson is persecuted in front of him, and the old age loses his son and grandchild, what a huge pain, to be able to persist or, it is already a great courage.

What if it were me? I asked myself. I can't imagine what I'm going to become.

Liang Youwei couldn't use chopsticks to pick up the food, he angrily threw the chopsticks on the ground, stretched out his old hand, grabbed a chicken from the plate, and gnawed it up.

Tears fell on the chicken, and he swallowed it into his stomach, I don't know what it tasted like!

Old Man Feng sat quietly beside him, patted him lightly on the shoulder, wiped away his tears with a tissue, and the two of them were like a pair of lonely children. (To be continued.) )