The square-faced old man leaned weakly against a big tree, his face was pale, his clothes were tattered, and he was embarrassed, and he could even be described as dying.

Trapped here for almost a year, he had exhausted all the medicinal herbs on his body. But the medicinal herbs were exhausted, but the injury did not recover much. If he continues like this, he will definitely die here. In the end, he finally couldn't hold his breath and wanted to break the cauldron and fight hard, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible and find the dialect. He also knew very well that if he didn't go out in time, it would definitely not be possible to meet the dialect again. And the result of not being able to meet him is to die here.

It's just that these spirit beasts are really terrifying, and he stubbornly took away a few more medicinal herbs, and the final result was that he was almost killed by these spirit beasts. So, he completely gave up these thoughts, didn't dare to touch those medicinal herbs again, and relied on the few medicinal herbs he had just picked to barely control the injuries in his body, waiting for a miracle to happen.

But more than half a year has passed, no miracles have happened, and he can clearly perceive that he is getting weaker and weaker. Under this circumstances, I'm afraid it won't be long before he turns into a pile of bones here. He was even ready to face death.

However, at this time, the miracle he had been waiting for for most of the year really appeared. He actually heard the voice of the tongue.

Almost on the verge of falling into a coma, he suddenly came to his senses and looked around with wide eyes.

Calm has returned to all around.

Just when he thought it was his dying hallucination, the familiar voice sounded again.

Not an illusion!

He gasped hard, trying his best to say something, but his voice was like a mosquito, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Ahh

The intense pain almost made him faint, but he forced himself to endure it. He knew that if he passed out at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up again.

Leaning weakly against the tree, his mind moved, and two spiritual weapons flew out of his palms and stabbed straight into the big tree in front of him.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Two soft sounds sounded in the silent mountain forest.

The square-faced old man's eyes had become blurred, his palm moved quickly, and small pieces of vitality flew from his palm, falling weakly on the trunk in front of him, making a sound that was not very loud.

In just a moment, he was a little out of breath, and he could only stop, praying that the dialect would hear the sound coming from here.

He pricked up his ears to listen, but where was there a sound in his ears? He was anxious, afraid that the dialect would leave the place. Just as he was thinking about how to make some noises, several hurried footsteps rang in his ears, and the sound became louder and louder, and it didn't take long for him to see three blurred figures in his vision.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to see more clearly, to make sure it wasn't his delusion.

The faint sound quickly amplified in his vision, but he couldn't see it clearly, until he was sure that someone had put his hand on him, and his heart was slightly relieved, and he passed out.

"Senpai? Predecessor? The tongues shouted loudly, but where could he still be heard?

"He's passed out." The old woman said, "He looks like he is more wounded than I am." ”

"It's not just that he's heavier than you, his life characteristics are slipping, and if we come two days late, we may not be able to catch up." Fang Yan didn't dare to slack off, took out an elixir and gave it to him, quickly instilling vitality into his body.

The old woman looked at him with some sympathy, and could guess in her heart why he was so badly injured. She had also panicked and been scared, but in the end, she didn't dare to mess around because she was afraid of the strength of these spirit beasts. Otherwise, she probably won't be able to survive the arrival of the dialect.

"Childe, I'll find a way to get out of here." Xia Ziyan greeted and walked towards the edge. Now that she had found everyone, what she was looking for was no longer a way to go to the next area, but a way to leave it and go to the grasslands.

Fang Yan didn't say anything, concentrating on healing the square-faced old man.

I have to say that the spirit beasts here are really ruthless, and the old body of the dialect face is now a mess, and some of the tendons and veins are even broken. With such a serious injury, it's a miracle that he has been able to survive until now.

This time, he treated him for nearly two hours, and only stopped when there were only thirty percent of the vitality left in his body.

Although he knew that there was no danger here now, he didn't dare to exhaust all the vitality in his body. There was only one reason, he couldn't trust the old woman and the square-faced old man completely. After all, there are divine weapons in him, in case they have some evil thoughts on the spur of the moment, and there is no vitality in him, he can only wait for death. He would never have put himself in such a dangerous situation.

Seventy percent of the vitality of the dialect can make the square-faced old man recover two percent of his injuries, I don't know if he is tired or some other reason, the vitality in the dialect's body has all recovered, and he has no sign of being sober.

"His injuries are really not light, and even the two percent of the elixir can't make him sober up." Fang Yan smiled bitterly and instilled vitality into him again.

More than an hour later, the corners of the square-faced old man's eyes jumped, and he coughed.

The dialect did not stop instilling vitality, and continued unhurriedly.

It didn't take long for the square-faced old man to slowly open his eyes and see the old woman standing in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately thought of something, glanced back, and showed a relieved look on his face, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How does it feel?" Fang Yan withdrew his palm.

The square-faced old man stood up and sighed, "I never thought that I would ever be able to stand up one day. ”

"Let's go, it's time for us to get out." Fang Yan also stood up and said, "You are too seriously injured, even the panacea will take a little time to recover, and it will take a few days to recover completely." ”

The square-faced old man sighed: "I'm very glad to have recovered to this extent, even if you can't let me recover anymore, I'm already very content." ”

Fang Yan smiled, didn't say anything, and walked towards Xia Ziyan's location.

"Why are you here?" The square-faced old man couldn't help but ask.

Fang Yan smiled and repeated what he had said to the old woman before.

Knowing that he had come back to save himself on purpose, the square-faced old man was stunned for a moment, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. Later, when he thought that there was nothing in him that the other party could see, his mood suddenly became complicated, and his gaze at Fang Yan became much more complicated.

This place is so dangerous, he finally got out, and in the end he can actually come back here to save himself, how many people in the world can do it? He asked himself if he couldn't do it. Although Fang Yan said that he owed favors to others, he knew very well that favors were not as good as a small life, and the old man next to him didn't owe him favors, didn't he also save him?