What is ...... called? Excuse me, that's all there is left?

It's as if I'm here for a feast.

This strange thought flashed through Xing Yi's mind, but it was quickly squeezed out of his brain by the sudden relief and surging joy.

"Him...... He's dead? ”

Several people in the forest looked at her, their relaxed expressions saying it all.

……

……

Bonghuai City.

Starting from the sky, everything is returning to normal.

The ambergris rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sun melted away the frost in the sky, and the clear autumn sky reappeared above Bonghuai City.

Except for the attack when Xianjun made the "spies" at the beginning, it was the rain and frost that caused the most damage.

The frost began with the towers, first encircled the entire city along the walls, then pushed inward, and finally covered about a fifth of the city.

It spread out neither fast nor slow, and in addition to those who had difficulty moving and those who did not react well were killed by the frost, many more victims were forced out of their houses and had to endure the erosion of the ambergris rain.

There are not a few people who have been harmed by frost ghosts, but under the protection of Xing Yu Shanglang and a cadre in the state, this number is still under control.

As for the casualties and losses caused by the various other chain reactions, it is impossible to estimate at this time, and only after the first round of repairs in the whole city can we have an approximate figure.

Fortunately, now that the sun is shining, more people have stepped out of the houses, and the whole city no longer seems so terrifying and dead.

The first sound of sorrow in the city, the bereaved people were crying loudly, and more people were asking each other in fright, and gradually, the whole city even became a little noisy.

From a brutal point of view, the damage caused by this disaster to Bong Huai is actually relatively easy to repair, because the frost spreads from house to house, which means that the victims are often family units.

- For each of the dead, those who are most qualified to grieve for him have become silent souls with him.

So the sadness that pervades the city will soon be diluted, and the autumn harvest is just around the corner, and life in the town will soon be back on track. Similarly, since there are not many broken families, there is naturally less "drag", which is also a good thing for finances.

But this is all for later, at this time the county government is still in a messy busy, everyone is anxious, the courtyard is full of chaotic voices and footsteps, even in the cool autumn air, everyone has a layer of greasy sweat sticking to their necks.

But even if a thousand things are together, there must be one of the most important things in it, and that is human life.

All the rooms of the county government were occupied, and a whole row of houses were requisitioned in the back, but there were still many people who were not too seriously injured and could only be placed in the courtyard first.

Xing Yi is the busiest one.

She was not a healer, but she was already the most accomplished person here. And in addition to healing the wounded, she was also an advisor to all the transcendent questions that remained of the Immortal Monarch - whether or not a warlock could answer them, as long as people thought it looked like a warlock could answer.

But in such a busy situation where his feet do not touch the ground, Xing Yi's demeanor is not dignified and irritable. Her eyes were red, her eyebrows were lightly raised, and the corners of her mouth were half a smile from time to time.

Because as soon as she entered the courtyard of the county government, she saw a white body with that familiar face on top of it, looking at her with a dazzled gaze.

- Chang Zhiyuan couldn't afford to move Zhu Gaoyang back to the house, so he covered his lower body with a small quilt, and then moved a horse to sit next to him.

Zhu Gaoyang's body now looks like the healthiest of all people, and his problem is mainly in the state of mind.

Although the Immortal Monarch is dead, the influence exerted by the [Quail Head] will not disappear immediately, although it is weaker, but it can only be recovered if the Tianlou of the Immortal Terrace has a mental expertise or the predecessor of the Longjun Dongting who specializes in the "Heart Pond Jiao Raising Method" can recover.

However, this kind of problem is usually considered a serious problem, but now it is no longer a problem under the miracle of "resurrection", Xing Yi's tears suddenly welled up, and he pounced on him and hugged him, and then Zhu Gaoyang looked at her blankly and muttered: "You ...... Bullshit......"

She certainly doesn't fight fools.

After confirming Zhu Gaoyang's safety, Xing Yi was the first to treat the powerful old man who didn't know his name.

Because his life is also the most dying.

In fact, Xing Yi felt that this was no longer a "cure", but just a "comfort".

Because the most important thing is that this body is no longer able to produce true qi.

Why are the vitality of Jianghu people more tenacious than others, and why can they be healed from serious injuries repeatedly, is it not because of this "second blood" in the body?

However, with the current injury of this body, even if it can generate its own true qi, the probability of surviving is very small, not to mention that it is all maintained by Ming Qitian's true qi now.

Xing Yu almost racked his brains and stood silent for a long time before the collapse.

The young man sat on the sidelines and looked at the old man with a pale face, as if he knew that there were not many opportunities to show his eyes like this. His fingers were twisted together, and unlike the usual cries of pleading, he remained silent, as if he had been prepared.

"That's it." Xing Yi finally came up with an idea that he could barely try, "I built a technique in the body of my predecessor, which can be maintained simply, if I can survive to the Shenjing Immortal Stage, maybe ...... They'll have some way. ”

Pei Ye raised his head, and his eyes revealed some hope: "Okay...... Please hurry. ”

After meeting this gaze, Xing Yi lowered his head and began to arrange the needles, and for a while, the joy of wishing his senior brother to survive disappeared a lot.

It was hard for her to tell him that the chances of this technique lasting two or three hours were slim, and even if it did...... Xianrentai came with strong reinforcements, not a medical master.

The old man on the bed grinned softly and said nothing.

Xing Yi knew that he must have understood...... Such a master. The old man felt like a piece of withered iron to her, rotten to the ground, but she could still smell a heavy sharpness when her gaze fell on that face.

He's really sharp enough.

Xing Yi flicked up a thin needle, silver and jade floated in the air, and wisps of extremely thin aura were entwined with the needle.

"Silver Jade Weaving Life" is passed on from Taishan Yaolu, and Xianrentai also has a collection, which is a medical method that can be learned by a black silk warlock, but unfortunately she doesn't have much time, and she only learns a good entry.

Using the aura as a thread to weave a complex technique in the body's meridians to ensure that the blood and qi do not disperse, it is a very wonderful endogenous therapy.

It took more than two quarters of an hour to perform the operation, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from Xing Yi's forehead.

This technique is already very draining, and what keeps forcing her is the old man's passing life, she must be fast and steady, without the slightest mistake.

Finally, this technique was barely completed, and there was no need for aura to perceive vitality, and it could be seen from the appearance that the old man's breathing was much calmer.

"Approximately, it can last two hours." Xing Yi let out a sigh, lowered his head and put away the needle.

(End of chapter)