The old man's withered twig-like fingers pressed on the "corpse" from time to time, and the "corpse" had already breathed weakly, and three slender silver needles were inserted on the top of the "corpse".

"Grandpa, how is this man?"

After more than ten minutes of rest, Xu Hui eased up from his previous anxiety, and regretted a little about fishing out a person from the Tianwu River, these inexplicable people are likely to represent some trouble, which may affect grandpa and other friends.

"Temporarily stabilized his life, but fortunately, this person closed his breath when he fell into the water, and did not let the river water enter his lungs, otherwise he would have died early, but ......"

The old man let go of his fingers, lifted the cigarette stick and took a puff, spit out the smoke, and shook his head: "Still not optimistic, he may have been injured before falling into the water, his mouth is full of blood, and he has to wake up...... Look at himself!"

The old man regretted that he could see better than Xu Hui that this was still a child, at most twelve or thirteen years old, younger than his grandson.

Xu Hui nodded, a sad look on his face: "That...... Grandpa, don't you blame me? You told me before not to touch the corpse in the Tianwu River, this time ......"

"Xiaohui, you're thinking too much!"

The old man smiled slightly, knocked Xu Hui's head with a cigarette stick to interrupt his words, and walked to the Taishi chair to lie down, "What I said is that you will not be allowed to touch the corpse in the river, but this person is still alive, you should save people, I should praise you, how can I blame you?"

"I was afraid of causing trouble to my family, and I floated down the river, probably because of the big forces that went into the mountains. ”

Xu Hui scratched his head and said what he really thought.

Sometimes he thinks more maturely than adults.

The old man was silent for a while, did not speak, and took the cigarette stick and smoked it one by one, much faster than before.

The room was silent, except for the sound of the old man smoking.

Xu Hui knew that this was his grandfather thinking about something, so he didn't dare to disturb, so he walked to the "corpse" and watched it boringly.

He also learned some medical skills.

His body had been wiped clean, except for a pair of pants that barely covered his shame, and the person on the board was bare.

The white, swollen skin, the result of a long period of soaking in water, and the tattered hands, seemed to have been torn by wild beasts......

None of this is important, and the dozens of wounds all over the body are shocking.

There are new and old, the old wound is almost healed, the new wound is still bleeding, it is simply bandaged with gauze, oozing a little red......

The chest and abdomen rose and fell slightly, barely breathing, and the hair was scattered behind, neither long nor short.

Xu Hui didn't dare to imagine what this person had experienced before!

Have you been in the mountains for months?

Xu Hui felt impossible, this was a child younger than him, unless he was accompanied by an adult.

But with the company of adults, how can you suffer so many injuries that are obviously not a period of time?

Xu Hui didn't think that this child could survive alone in the extreme mountains for three days.

At most, he stayed in the extreme mountains for one night, or on the periphery, and Xu Hui, who was still accompanied by his grandfather, couldn't figure out what the reason was.

His thoughts are also very simple.

"Xiaohui. ”

The old man on the Taishi's chair finally spoke.

"Grandpa. Xu Hui walked over and poured the old man a cup of tea.

The old man took the tea, took a sip, exhaled, and looked at his grandson with clear eyes, "Xiaohui, I thought about it for a while, there is no answer to what you said, it depends on you, however, as your elder, grandpa, I still hope that you will do more good deeds......

Saving people is right, and even if it leads to bad results, its essence is still right...... Grandpa doesn't want you to lose the idea of saving people...... As a pharmacist, saving people is a duty, a destiny, and nothing else ......"

The old man took another sip of tea, perhaps feeling that he was too serious, and said with a smile: "Don't worry Xiaohui, everything is carried by grandpa, don't worry about anything." ”

"Haha, thank you grandpa. ”

Xu Hui scratched his head, a little embarrassed, let his grandfather bear the trouble he made, and felt a little guilty.

"Okay, you go out to play! Your friends have been waiting for you for a long time, and grandpa here can watch it. ”

The old man waved his hand, Xu Hui hesitated, looked at the "corpse" on the wooden board behind him, and ran out with a smile.

Xu Hui walked for a few minutes, and the old man put the cigarette stick on the table leg, sat up from the Taishi chair, and straightened his body enough to hug him, and his bones crackled, as if he had grown ten centimeters tall out of thin air.

The old man seemed to have changed into a person, became majestic, imposing, he walked to the "corpse", his eyes were sharp, he raised his hand, grabbed it, hesitated for a few seconds, sighed, or put it down.

But those eagle-like eyes were still staring at the "corpse".

The old man actually didn't have anything to say to Xu Hui, that is, the identity of the "corpse" he saved may not be ordinary - this "corpse" has practiced martial arts and has no low attainments, so the body is so heavy.

At this age, the old man knew that it was generally only possible for the disciples of those great forces......

Or...... It is those officers and soldiers who have practiced the exercises, but they are not equal in age.

......

Why is it here again?

Whoa!

The illusory sound of iron chains, far away and empty, affects the whole heaven and earth.

Blood, blood, blood...... It's still bloody. It was a blood-colored world, and a skinny figure was imprisoned by dozens of chains, becoming the center of this small world.

The illusory mountains pressed against the head of the thin figure, like the majesty of heaven and earth, and a dark red flame was imprisoned in it......

The dark red flames emitted strange fluctuations, devouring the mountains that imprisoned it little by little......

Here it is again.

Qian Xiao found himself in the blood-colored space again, imprisoned and sealed.

Boom~

Humility struggled, but it was useless, and continued to struggle...... I don't know how long later, I gave up.

Qian Xiao knew what this space represented, it was karma, the result of the "big things" he didn't know he had done since the last war got out of control.

Originally, this karma was no problem for other people, but it could increase the momentum, like some big devils...... But for Qianxiao, because of the karmic fire, for some reason, this unique space was formed, and when he was weak, his spirit would be pulled like this.

There was a time when Qian Xiao felt that he would be trapped here forever, but a towering hand shattered the space and grabbed him out.

And the owner of that hand is easy to meet.

Qian Xiao waited, and if he could appear here, it meant that he was not dead, washed ashore, or rescued.

Should have survived.

The rest of the time waits for recovery, and as long as it is not weak, it will naturally leave this space.

Qian Xiao raised his head, and two meters above him, a fist-sized dark red flame was imprisoned by a pale red crystal.

There was eagerness in Qian Xiao's eyes, it was his karmic fire, his dependence, he could feel the karmic fire intensifying, wearing down those crystals.

The exact timing is not clear, but karma will definitely come back again......

......

The world is lonely, the sun and the moon are intertwined, and Hei, who is holding a hairball and playing on the grass, suddenly feels something, and looks at the closed wooden house behind him suspiciously.

"Meow?"

In the wooden house, there is only a wooden bed, a wooden table, and three chairs...... Countless visions surrounded Yi Xiangyu, where the meaning of time had been lost, at a certain moment, Yi Xiangyu opened his red pupils, stretched out his hand and wiped it forward, the light curtain appeared again, and the struggling Qian Xiao in the blood-colored space appeared.

Yi Xiangyu smiled, but his eyes did not change at all......

......

"Grandpa, it's the fifth day, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

Qian Xiao faintly heard a child's voice.

"I don't know, but his body has recovered, and his vitality is very strong, so wait!"

It was an old man's voice.

I don't know where he is, but I've been asking around for the past few days, and I haven't heard of anyone's child missing. ”

"Don't think about it, do your own thing, as for him...... After all, you rescued it, and everything has grandpa. ”

......

"Hmm!"

The feeling of bondage, like being stuffed into a glass bottle, I want to move, but I can't move, so I struggle, I feel that I can succeed in retreating, and I struggle even more......

A glimmer of light appeared in the dark world, and then the light gradually amplified, bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and finally the whole world was covered in white light......

Qian Xiao opened his eyes, and the old wooden roof appeared in front of him.

"Here it is...... Where?"

Qian Xiao turned his head and found himself sleeping on a somewhat shabby bed, covered with a burlap quilt, and the strong smell of smoke came from the quilt, which reminded Qian Xiao of his deceased grandfather,

It was an old smoker, and as long as he used it for a long time, whether it was clothes or quilts, it had a strong smell of smoke......

Looking towards the room, it was plain, with blackened wooden walls, something like a straw hat and sickle hanging from the place where the wooden shawn was placed, and a badly worn table with a teapot on the table in the middle.

Compared to the ordinary room, there is a hint of medicine here.

Was he saved? Now in the hospital, or is it in the benefactor's house?

Qian Xiao thought that his memory was stuck in the moment when he was knocked under the water by a huge wave, and when he woke up to find himself in a strange room, it was easy to think about what was going on.

This body is too weak!

No wonder...... I always feel like I've forgotten something!

Qian Xiao tried to sit up, but his arms trembled twice with force.

Wait, someone will come to see me.

Qian Xiao thought, lay down again, closed his eyes, he slept again, tired and couldn't.

......

Knock knock!

The sound of what was constantly beating kept ringing, and Qian Xiao, who was asleep, frowned, annoyed by the noise.

Opening his eyes and turning his head, Qian Xiao saw an old man holding an iron can and pounding it.

It should be pounding medicine, and it has a very strong medicinal smell.

"That...... Hello, did you save me?"

Qian Xiao spoke carefully, his voice hoarse like an old radio, and like a saw rubbing rotten wood,

He hadn't drunk water for a week, and it was a miracle that he could speak.

Strange to say, although the lips are dry and cracked, they are not thirsty.

"Huh?"

The old man raised his head, a wrinkled face appeared, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at Qian Xiao, "You finally woke up, where did you come from? Why did you float down from the Tianwu River?"

The old man's words were very powerful, and with an irrefutable ambition, he directly came to ask three times.

Qian Xiao was stunned for a moment, and went straight to the topic, the script shouldn't be like this!

Could it be that the way you woke up was wrong?

I don't know how to answer.

Qian Xiao originally thought about the plot, paved the way back, and took the opportunity to understand the situation - so many TV novels are not for nothing, but the old man doesn't play cards according to the routine at all!

Where is he from?

How could he answer, could it be that he was from the city of peace!

Don't say that Ping'an City is there, let's just say that Qian Xiao has never heard of any extreme mountains and Tianwu River in Ping'an City before.

Although they should all be in the territory of the Tianwu Dynasty, they ......

How big was the Tenmu Dynasty?