Before he knew it, the song had been fainting in the wolf tribe for three days and three nights.

Everyone thought that he would not be able to survive such a serious injury.

But what he never expected was that he miraculously survived.

As both lungs were punctured, it became difficult for him to breathe.

The wounds the size of the two bowls made Yin Ge extremely painful.

But compared to the longing for Qingwan, what is this?

"Son, you're awake, we all thought you wouldn't survive. What are you, why are you so tenacious?"

Faced with the old priest's questioning, the song didn't know how to explain it.

He didn't know anything about his background for as long as he could remember.

Qingshi and Shangguan Yue only said that he was an orphan who was picked up.

Although Yin Ge also wants to find his own background, but all the time, everyone's meticulous care for him has made his thoughts slack.

After going through so many things, he felt that he must not be a simple person.

He was very different from the others, but he couldn't say what the difference was.

Now, the only thing that is certain of the Song is that he will not die, no matter what devastating injuries he endures.

He is an immortal teenager, and as for why, no one can give a reasonable explanation.

Because of his serious injuries, he stayed in the tribe for another month.

During this time, while recovering his body, he told the people of the wolf clan all the information he knew about the outside world.

Because they know that if they want to progress, it is far from enough to improve their physical structure, and they must keep pace with the times spiritually, ideologically, and civilly, so that they can better integrate into other groups of people in the future.

After a month of recuperation, Yan Ge's injuries were basically the same.

Although there is still a slight pain occasionally, the two large pits on the chest have basically flattened, and there are only a few traces on them, but Yan Ge thinks that as a man, there are not a few scars on his body.

Because Mei'er's bones have been burned, there is only a little guilt and regret left for Mourning Song.

Packed up his bags and said goodbye to the wolf clan.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Wuji Country. ”

"It's a mystery to hear the name. ”

"Hehe, maybe, you have to take care of yourself, maybe the next time you come, the fur on your body should have degenerated. ”

"It depends on how long it takes you to come back, and if it takes a long time, I may become a big handsome guy. ”

After embracing the little wolf child, Song of Death set out on a path to find the Liquid of Extreme Flame.

Out of the mountains and forests, the song came to the endless grassland.

The endless green is refreshing.

I took a breath of the grassland air, and it felt so fresh and natural.

After walking on the grassland for an hour, Yan Ge finally found someone.

Several white tents gathered at the foot of a hill not far away.

Song came to the tent to ask for some water.

He opened the door to the tent, and suddenly a steel fork was pressed against his throat.

"Don't don't, I'm just a passerby, thirsty, and want to ask for a bowl of water. ”

The man didn't let his guard down in the slightest, and kept pushing the song out of the tent.

He said something that Song couldn't understand, which made Song embarrassed.

The language barrier made it very difficult for them to communicate.

It didn't take long for some strong men in fancy costumes to come.

They divided five by two and stripped off the clothes of the mourning song.

The two huge scars were exposed to everyone.

They tied the song to a totem-like pillar and began to discuss.

The sun began to shine at noon, and the fierce sunlight shining on Song Song's skin made him feel a burning pain like fire.

Looking at the expressions of those people, Yan Ge knew that they must be discussing what to do with themselves.

Although Mourning knew that there was no way to kill him for the time being, he had experienced countless ways to torture himself.

This time, how are these guys going to torture themselves?

At this time, a strangely dressed middle-aged woman walked up to Yan Ge.

She took out a booklet made of sheepskin from her sleeve and began to read it aloud.

That serious expression made Yan Ge laugh when he saw it.

Their language is so hilarious, and they are babbling about something.

After a while, a strong man dragged a machete over.

Yan Ge thought to himself, oh I'll go, I'm burping now, how do I feel like I'm going to be cold this time?

He struggled hard, but his strength could not break free from the rope.

The strong man raised his machete and aimed it at the neck of the mourning song and began to gesticulate.

Suddenly, the sky began to darken, and a violent lightning bolt struck the strong man's side.

Frightened, he threw away the machete in his hand at once.

Yan Ge thought to himself, I'm a blessed person, how can I hurt you and other rats?

Seeing this, everyone hid back in their tents, and at this time, another bolt of lightning struck Song Song's body.

After a ball of fire, the song was burned to pitch black.

Song fainted, and it began to rain heavily.

Violent raindrops slapped down on Song of Death's body, slowly knocking down the carbon on his body.

The rain didn't stop until the evening. Everyone thought that the song was dead, but they didn't pay attention to him anymore.

At this time, a teenage girl sneaked out of the tent.

Under the moonlight, those two huge eyes were like two beautiful gems that kept twinkling on this boundless grassland.

She slowly approached the song and stretched out her immature little hand.

Suddenly, Yan Ge opened her eyes violently, and suddenly scared the little girl.

The blood-red eyes shone faintly, like the devil's death gaze pinning the girl to the ground.

The two young men looked at each other like this, and Yan Ge showed a friendly smile.

The girl smiled when she saw the song and plucked up the courage to stand up.

She slowly leaned over and tried to touch Yin Ge's body, but was suddenly stopped by a person's voice.

The girl looked back and didn't look like she wanted to leave.

Everyone walked out of the tent, but no one dared to approach the song.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman rushed out of the tent.

The girl panicked and pounced on the body of the mourner.

She hurriedly pushed herself away, but her chest was covered with the charred dead skin of the song.

At this time, the song had long since lost the scar on his chest.

The snow-white skin is so poignant and moving in the moonlight.

The girl blushed and lowered her head shyly, and everyone was still watching.

The middle-aged woman grabbed the girl and dragged her back into the tent.

From time to time, the girl will look back at the mourning song behind her, and at this time his red pupils have long faded to the red light and become an ordinary person...