Ji Danhuang didn't know what to do. Tie these people up for fear that they will strangle them to death, trap them in the formation for fear that they will go mad or die, knock them all out and prevent them from waking up, and fear that they will starve to death if they do not eat.

Ji Danhuang deeply felt that he was a stupid kidnapper, and he didn't know how to settle people when he got them back, but he was so worried that he wanted to hit the wall.

Looking at the state of these people, the meridians seemed to have been damaged a little, and Ji Danhuang felt that he should find a way to treat them.

However, he didn't know what to do at all! just now he went mad, and it was the Dragon Scale Ring that saved him, and he himself had no idea how the power of the Dragon Scale Ring was triggered. wanted to take off the ring and put it on the wounded's hand, but Ji Danhuang didn't dare, if something happened to the dragon scale ring, Ren Bikong would strangle him!

Or...... He tried to see if he could summon the power of the dragon scale ring? The powerful ancient sword will contain the sword spirit, and the powerful ring may hide the ring spirit!

Holding the dragon scale ring on his finger with a reverent face, Ji Danhuang whispered to the dragon scale ring: "Ring Ring, I'm in trouble now, you can help me." These people are all crazy, I know you can save them, you can show your spirits quickly!"

The dragon scale ring didn't react at all.

Ji Danhuang waited for a moment, and then changed his words: "Dragon Scale Ring Magic Weapon, I am now your master, I order you to obey my command and heal these injured people." ”

The dragon scale ring still doesn't respond.

Ji Danhuang was about to cry urgently: "Please hurry up and manifest your spirits! Save these poor people! You see that you saved me just now, which shows that you have the ability to save these people." So, don't be stingy with your strength, and quickly manifest your spirits! Do you want me to recite a mantra? Prajnaparami?

The dragon scale ring still didn't respond.

Ji Danhuang looked frustrated: "Okay, what do you want to do me this favor you say! You don't say how do I know what to do!"

Is this a magic weapon that only has passive skills, and only reacts when the wearer is in danger?

Do you want to cut your wrists yourself?

When Ji Danhuang thought about it, he really took out a knife and slashed it at his left wrist, but he subconsciously didn't use force. The sharp tip of the knife cut a shallow hole in the skin, Ji Danhuang suddenly felt a hot pain, and he didn't dare to mess around anymore, so he threw the knife away and covered his wrist and screamed.

No, no, this trick will definitely not work. If his judgment is wrong and the dragon scale ring does not appear to save him, then wouldn't he have to die of excessive blood loss?

Ji Danhuang was out of line, completely out of line, squatting there and looking at the unconscious people all over the ground in a daze. After being stupid for a moment, Ji Danhuang suddenly thought of another way, maybe he could cure these people.

Reaching out from the Qiankun bag, he took out a mutton fat jade bottle and a basin, Ji Danhuang poured a whole bottle of fairy dew into the basin, and added several bottles of mineral water to dilute the fairy dew. Then one person took a cup and poured the diluted fairy dew into the person in his hand.

Before, Ren Bikong said that this fairy dew was very magical, and it was said that as long as you drink a drop, it can produce a miraculous effect. Now, he diluted the fairy dew to these people and drank it, maybe it would have a healing effect.

After everyone drank the fairy dew, Ji Danhuang sat next to him and waited for an hour, and when he checked the pulse of these people again, the pulse really calmed down a lot.

This fairy dew really has the effect of healing injuries.

Looking at the mutton fat jade bottle in his hand, thinking about the flamboyant corpse frozen in the ice, Ji Danhuang suddenly had the idea of pouring a bottle of thread fairy dew into the corpse. Since this fairy dew can heal injuries, maybe after pouring a bottle of corpse, Zhang Yang can be resurrected!

Thinking of this, Ji Danhuang's mood that had been gloomy for a few days suddenly improved, and he jumped up and rushed to Zhang Yang's corpse, and was about to pour immortal dew on him. However, just as he was about to melt the ice wrapped around the corpse, Ji Danhuang's mood suddenly became bad again.

What if he poured Xianlu on the corpse? He watched Zhang Yang's soul being pulled away by iron chains, how could Xianlu alone save him? Even if he was rescued, he would probably become a soulless walking corpse, or a vegetative person who was unconscious and unable to move.

Ji Danhuang sighed in frustration. If Zhang Yang had just lost his breath, he could think of using Xianlu to save him, maybe Zhang Yang would be resurrected. Zhang Yang is resurrected, and he doesn't have to kidnap so many people, let alone be afraid for so many days.

In the final analysis, he has become like this now, and he is purely self-inflicted, he deserves it!

After stir-frying some rice and sending it into the formation, Ji Danhuang leaned against the door of the cabin to observe the situation in the formation. People who drank the diluted fairy dew quickly woke up and looked in good spirits after eating fried rice. However, as a result of the good mental state, these people started to make a lot of noise again.

Ji Danhuang let out a long sigh. It's a good thing to be noisy and noisy, it's better than dying!

Unconsciously stroking the dragon scale ring on his finger, Ji Danhuang sat on the ground and looked at the sky. After these three days of torture, Ji Danhuang, who was originally full of energy, looked like a down-and-out homeless man, with dirty clothes and messy hair, and a piece of stubble growing on his chin, just like a beggar elder. The eyes that were still clear were also covered with a layer of gray, like two black pearls that had been held in their hands for many years.

Ji Danhuang just looked at the sky stupidly, and his brain was finally overwhelmed and entered a state of rest, and his brain hole was never opened again. He remained in a sculptural stillness, watching the blue sky turn orange and red.

The sun has sunk in the west. The third day of his life on the run was coming to an end.

And Ren Bikong hasn't been back for four days.

Ji Danhuang only felt tired, and he was too lazy to move, so he sat on the ground against the door of the wooden house and slept all night. Originally, he thought that he would dream of the blue dress, but until the bright sunlight woke him up, he didn't have a dream at all.

"Hey, stupid apprentice, why are you sitting here asleep?"

The familiar voice came into his ears, and Ji Danhuang, who was still a little confused, trembled, suddenly sobered up, and hurriedly got up from the ground. When he turned his head, he saw two familiar faces, smiling brightly at him.

Ji Danhuang was excited, and tears welled up at once: "Master, Eighth Master, you are finally back!"