Author: Battle of Tiandu

In the dim room, beams of soft white light burst out, like silver flowers from a fire tree.

From the outside of the room, the scene in the room looked quite strange, however, these soft lights flowed at the same time, and did not make any sound, and the room was quite quiet.

The light emitted by the man who raised his hand Shi Wei was trying his best to urge the soft light was actually a healing technique transformed from pure spiritual power.

This healing technique is much more miraculous and useful than any miracle medicine in the secular world, and the results are almost immediate.

Suddenly, the man who was performing the healing technique began to tumble in his abdomen, and large beads of sweat flowed down his face, showing that there was not much pure spiritual power left in his body.

His throat was sweet, and a rushing liquid swayed up and down, and a mouthful of blood that could not be suppressed was about to spurt out, but he was still forced to press it down by gritting his teeth.

He swallowed the blood that surged to his throat with difficulty, his facial muscles began to spasm violently, and his hand stretched out to the old village chief also began to tremble, but the soft light, under his spare effort, continued to inject into the old village chief's wound for a moment.

The originally bloody wound on the forehead of the old village chief Liu was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the old village chief's pale face was slowly returning to normal.

Not much.

When the man withdrew his palm, his chest and abdomen at this time rose and fell violently, and his face was extremely ugly.

I saw him take three steps back, slowly bent his knees and knelt down, kowtowed three times at the old village chief on the bed, and his originally cloudy eyes slowly became clear at this moment, without any impurities.

"Old village chief, thank you for your life-saving grace, otherwise I may have become a pile of white bones, I don't have anything on me that you can handle, I can give you filial piety."

"Please don't blame me, although I am sober now, I am already a dying person, old village chief, I hope you can be a hundred years old and have many children and grandchildren."

"I'm leaving, I just hope I can return to my roots and die in the closest place to my hometown."

"Old village chief, if there is a reincarnation in this world, I am repaying your life-saving kindness, you take care of your body, and I hope that your family will be reunited and live happily."

The ugly man who whispered and spoke was none other than Lin Yunchen, he already knew that death was approaching, all his internal organs were damaged, and the Qi Sea Dantian had been shattered, that is, the only mana left in his body was now gone, and the time was running out, and he could fall anytime and anywhere.

His eyes were moist and red, and he whispered like this, stood up with difficulty, and showed a long-lost smile at the old village chief, Lin Yunchen grinned, and turned around lightly and left the room.

At this time, this small village in the dark night still seemed quite quiet, most of the villagers were still hiding in their homes, and there was no one on the path.

Under the old willow tree, a man who was bowed down stopped, raised his head to look up at the starry sky, and after a while, he took a closer look at the small mountain village, remembering this small mountain village, and then turned and walked away into the dark distance.

Seven days later, in the middle of the mountains, in some unknown dense forest.

I saw a man in a linen shirt, panting, raising his hand to build a pergola in front of his forehead, squinting at the scorching sun hanging in the sky.

Based on the sunlight shining on the ground, he thought about it for a moment, and roughly judged the direction in which he was walking, and then walked with difficulty to the west.

In that small mountain village, about a hundred miles away, it has now been fried.

When people learned that the gang of bandits was killed by the fool, the monster in the mouth of the villagers, they were easily beaten to death in three or two strokes.

Moreover, even their bodies were burned clean, and at first there was some sensational fear, but when they learned that the grandson of the old village chief's family was saved by him, they believed it with suspicion.

Five days ago, the old village chief, who was already a mortal man, miraculously woke up, which surprised Dr. Wang.

Everyone secretly speculated that all this was done by the fool who disappeared.

Under the leadership of the old village chief, who had recovered as before, they set up an immortal tablet by the river in the village for the outsider whose whereabouts were unknown, in order to thank him for saving his life.

Since then, this small mountain village has returned to peace, and the villagers are still living a dull life of sunrise and sunset, and gradually forget the strangers who have appeared in the past.

About a month later.

Yuanyang City on the border of Tianshui Country, outside a poor town.

Slowly came a man in tattered clothes, his face covered with a black scarf, covering his face, this limping man, in the shape of a beggar flower, unkempt, his clothes were dirty and tattered.

And his body still faintly emitted, a sour and rancid stench that made people stay away, and he staggered slowly into this small town.

Let the ordinary villagers who walked along the road look up and down at the stench man with curious eyes.

When the man got closer, suddenly, a foul smell came into the mouths and noses of passers-by, making the ordinary villagers who passed by feel extremely uncomfortable, and hurriedly waved their hands, and hurriedly ran away with extreme disgust, standing in the distance and looking at this strange man like a beggar.

The man covered in dirt, he was not annoyed when he saw this, he just lowered his head and continued to hurry, passing through the town, in the direction of the west where the sun had set.

I don't know how long it was.

In a remote corner of the town, there was a well of water that was still in use, and the masked man, perhaps thirsty and wanting to drink some water, stopped and reached out to fetch water from the well.

When he lifted the black face towel on his face, he saw that his face was covered with scars, which was really scary.

Let a group of children who were playing in the distance look at him curiously, and were immediately frightened by the appearance of this person and screamed, and ran away in a hurry.

One of the younger girls, probably because she was so timid, was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, crying profusely, hulala, to the attention of some villagers who heard the crying here.

Copying shovels, hoes and other agricultural objects, he rushed over angrily and scolded in his mouth: "The name from there is Hanako, who dares to bully children in our town, I think you are impatient."

These indiscriminate villagers rushed up and beat the beggar-looking man.

The beaten man did not scream in pain, his eyes were full of silent indifference, and he could not drink any water, so he was chased and beaten by a group of villagers, and drove out of the town, until he was far away, and refused to give up.

The man who was blasted out was Lin Yunchen, who came here after more than a month of climbing mountains and mountains, and he was beaten by the villagers at the moment to the point that his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was almost fainting several times.

Lin Yunchen's indifferent gaze glanced at these so-called simple villagers, chuckled a few times with incomprehensible meaning, and limped towards the west of the sunset, and continued to walk forward.

The vast wasteland, as far as the eye can see, is a yellow weed forest.

The winter sun seems to be weak to shine on this land, and the cold wind, which indicates the coldest winter, blows across this land like a knife, blowing countless fallen leaves and weeds on the barren mountains around, and blowing to the leeward place.

On a road that was not at all a road, a lonely figure could be faintly seen, his footsteps were one foot deep, one foot shallow, and he staggered slowly.

The half-human-tall withered yellow grass was all around, and there was no sign of human activity around, almost drowning the man in it.

At this moment, he used a black cloth to cover the scar on his face, and he was nowhere to be found, probably lost in the hurry of running away not long ago.

The man who came was Lin Yunchen, who knew that his fate was not long in coming, he was coughing one after another, his face was full of dirt and scars, and his hair was messy.

Streams of invisible black dead qi emanated from him.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground on his feet, his whole body twitched and trembled, his lips were black and chapped, and streams of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

His sea of consciousness swirled in a dizzy spin, and his consciousness began to become dull and blurry.

With a thud, his feet were no longer limp, and he collapsed on the cold ground, his whole body shrunk into a ball, shivering on the ground.

Strands of black blood continued to flow out of Lin Yunchen's mouth, and on his face full of scars, there was no human color in sight, just like a dead person.

Lin Yunchen was extremely unwilling to use his white teeth to bite the tip of his tongue tightly, making himself more conscious, and he was panting hard in his mouth, but there was already an outlet, no intake.

He is like a dying man, unwilling to give up his obsession, and wants to return to his hometown, even if it is as close to the Tianchen Kingdom as possible.

Not long after, Lin Yunchen, whose meaning was vague, suddenly felt that his body was no longer twitching, and a very warm flow of heat wrapped him.

In the cloudy eyes, a vague figure suddenly appeared, the figure that gradually became clear, smiling and looking at him quietly, that is, Lin Yunchen, whose meaning was vague.

Lin Yunchen looked at this figure and showed an innocent smile, just like when he was a child, showing an incomparably bright smile, this smile was so innocent and innocent.

"Mother, is it you? Did you come to see Chen'er?" Lin Yunchen stretched out his hand to grab the figure just like when he was a child.

The somewhat vague figure seemed to have walked a few more steps towards Lin Yunchen, and its appearance and facial features quickly became real.

The figure also stretched out his hand and showed a kind smile at Lin Yunchen.

Lin Yunchen subconsciously raised his hand a few points higher again, touching the palm that stretched out.

It can be seen that when Lin Yunchen's hand was about to touch it, the figure slammed, dispersed, and suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

However, at this time, Lin Yunchen's whole person was lying on the ground like a dead man, only the single hand that was slightly raised and unwilling to put it down, was still trembling, as if he had been shocked.