Along with the awakening, there was a sharp pain all over his body, like a sudden rising tide of seawater, which kept flooding up until it swallowed him up.

It took a great deal of effort for Yong Bowen to keep himself from moaning in this tidal wave of pain.

The situation is unknown, and if there is any movement, it will kill people.

The vision is a little dim.

The first thing that catches your eye is the staggered beams and the roofs that close upwards.

This kind of old-fashioned house without a shed roof has not been seen in many years.

That was when I lived in an old house in the countryside with my grandfather.

The old houses are all like this.

In spring and summer, there will be flying swallows to build nests on the beams, and in winter, there will be bold rats that come and go at night.

Later, his grandfather disappeared, and he was taken into the city and fostered in Ai's house, where he lived in a building, and this kind of house with a hanging roof was never seen again.

Suddenly seeing this old-fashioned roof, Yong Bowen has an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if he has arrived in a very familiar environment, or has seen a very familiar relative.

However, Yong Bowen immediately gathered his mind.

This feeling is very wrong.

No matter how nostalgic he is, he can't feel inexplicable because of a beam of the house.

There was something in the dark that was affecting his feelings.

He intently sensed for a moment to make sure that there was no one around, and then he carefully turned his neck and moved his gaze to the sides.

Such a simple action brings unimaginable pain.

The neck seemed to be broken, and with a slight turn, it brought a small gurgling sound, as if countless broken bones were constantly rubbing.

After a simple glance, Yong Bowen could basically determine the environment he was in.

This is a simple and narrow thatched hut, a total of no more than a dozen square meters, a kang under the body occupies most of the room, only in front of the passage for one person to walk through.

Facing the kang is a window, no glass, covered with white paper, faintly faint light from behind the paper, the light is a little red, there is a smell of blood.

The bells were coming from the window, mixed with shouts, screams, groans, faint explosions, and huge crashes, as if the world was apocalypse.

And this quiet cottage is like a forgotten corner of the apocalypse, where he is left alone, silently waiting for the end to come.

It's really a good background for egg pain Wen Qingqiang to say sorrow and sadness.

However, Master Yongda has never had this kind of painful feeling.

Confirming that the four were unattended, the first thing Yong Bowen did was to pinch the spell and take the talisman.

When a stack of first-aid talismans appeared between his fingers, Yong Bowen could be sure of at least one thing, except for the used talismans, they were all good to keep by his side.

It should be rescued, if it falls into the hands of the horse demon, firstly, these monsters have no interest in keeping his life, and secondly, even if he is left alive, it is impossible to keep all the talismans he carries with him, and the mana fluctuations on these talismanas can be sensed as long as they know a little bit of spells, and the monsters are not mentally retarded and will directly ignore this kind of extremely lethal thing.

Yong Bowen felt a little relieved, and used the talisman to give himself first aid.

The person who rescued him had apparently given him first aid.

The wounds on his body have been cleaned and bandaged, wrapped in a clean white cloth, revealing a strong smell of medicine.

It's just that this simple treatment didn't do much for his injuries, especially internal injuries and bone injuries, which were not treated at all.

Being able to wake up is already a manifestation of the tenacious vitality of the Yongda Heavenly Master.

Yong Bowen even burned and ate a mouthful of talisman ashes, consumed dozens of first-aid talismans, and finally rescued his little life from the brink of dying, jumped off the kang, and tried to stretch his arms and legs, in case there was no place to deal with and increase the injury.

Just stretching his arms and legs here, he saw the door creak open, and a person walked in, and saw Yong Bowen, who was jumping around doing gymnastics, and petrified on the spot.

It was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with two large black braids, a gray cloth shirt, two swords crossed on her back, a pair of big black eyes, and a mouth wide open, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hello!" Yong Bowen had no choice but to take the initiative to wave hello.

"Ahh The little girl let out a scream, turned her head and ran, shouting as she ran: "Master, master, master, master, master, brother, sister, you come quickly, fairy envoy, immortal envoy he ......" shouted nonsense, and I don't know who she was shouting at the bottom.

Yong Bowen scratched his head, first checked the talismans on his body, and adjusted several talismans that were strong enough to be big enough to his hand, and then straightened his clothes - this action is actually redundant, and he is now wrapped in white cloth strips like a mummy, and he can't touch his clothes at all - and walked out of the door.

As soon as I walked out of the room, there was a dark red light in front of me, and I blinked hard before I could get used to it.

In front of you is a fairly spacious square.

The square was full of people.

That's right, it's full of people.

There were hundreds of people, either missing arms and legs, or disemboweled, and their flesh and blood were blurred, as if they had accidentally broken into some layer of hell, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Only a dozen or so people rushed between the injured to treat them.

The little girl rushed along the aisle left between the wounded to the opposite side of the square, running and shouting at the same time, attracting everyone's attention, and then more people fell on Yong Bowen, who had just walked out of the hut, with a look of surprise and doubt.

Then a person hurriedly walked over and said, "Lord Immortal Envoy, please go back to the house and rest, your injuries are ......" His words only stopped after saying half a sentence.

Although Yong Bowen was still wrapped in a strip of white cloth on his body, he was easy and flexible when he walked, and obviously had nothing to do with the identity of the seriously injured.

"What is this place?" Yong Bowen watched the screaming little girl run farther and farther, so he had no choice but to turn around and ask the person who took the initiative to come over.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, five big and three thick, covered in blood, and carrying a machete in his hand, looking very much like a butcher. However, Yong Bowen could see clearly that just now this person was among the injured not far away to treat one of them, using spells, casting talismans, and burning talisman water, and finally slashed off one of the wounded man's suppurated and exposed thighs.

This guy who looks like a butcher is actually a doctor-like character.

The middle-aged man replied respectfully: "Lord Hui Immortal Envoy, this is where my Guangyang sect is located, the day before yesterday, the Immortal Envoy came to break through the siege, and I sent the head of the sect to personally lead the team to welcome you back!" ”

Guangyang sect!

Yong Bowen's gaze fell to the center of the square.

The screaming little girl had just run past and was still running on.

There is a statue ten meters high.