After Officer Liu and Officer Hou left, Lin Ping, who was wearing a nurse's uniform, hurriedly stepped forward and comforted Zhang Kuang gently: "Okay! Don't be nervous! It's okay! Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info You don't have to think about anything now, rest in peace, close your eyes and get some sleep, understand?"

While speaking, seeing that Zhang Kuang seemed to be a little calmer, Lin Ping tucked the thin quilt on Zhang Kuang's body, and then turned around and walked out with light steps, gently closing the door of the ward.

After Lin Ping left, Zhang Kuang regained his calm appearance, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

From the original memory of this body, Zhang Kuang knew that the Yuan Shen who had been badly injured should have accidentally come to this planet called Earth. And the owner of this body that he was lucky to give up is also called Zhang Kuang, a high school student at Yuancheng No. 1 High School in a third-tier city in China, who grew up in a single-parent family, and originally had a grandfather, an old Chinese medicine doctor, but died two years ago. Since then, Zhang Kuang has been dependent on his mother Mo Lan and sister Zhang Mei, because the family is not well-off, so Mo Lan has been working very hard to maintain the life of the family and the studies of the brother and sister.

"Judging from these memories, the original Zhang Kuang's family should be just a very ordinary member of the country of Huaxia, why did they cause the disaster of killing?" Zhang Kuang secretly wondered in his heart: "Those people seem to have come to take Zhang Mei away, and they seem to care about Zhang Mei very much." ”

Zhang Kuang remembers the beginning and end of the matter, and even remembers the appearance of the murderer. It's just that although he can see that the two policemen really want to solve the case, he doesn't believe that they can really catch the murderer and bring him to justice.

With the impression of memory, Zhang Kuang could see that almost all of those murderers had practiced martial arts, and the one who was the leader seemed to have some strength. Zhang Kuang knew that in today's society, let alone cultivating immortals, even martial arts are in decline. Then these people undoubtedly come from unusual backgrounds.

If it was the former medical immortal Zhang Kuang, he wouldn't care about these insignificant little roles like ants. But now, he has also become an 'ant', the consumption of the Yuan Shen is too damaged and falls into a deep sleep, with this weak body, even a slightly stronger ordinary person can kill him. Once you let those murderers know that he is not dead, it will be troublesome.

Zhang Kuang believes that with the identity of those people, they will not care about his small role, and they must think that he is dead. And once he says too much to the police, and even describes the appearance of the person who will be the leader, once the police vigorously pursue it, those people will definitely get the news. When the time comes, how will they allow themselves to live as a fish that has slipped through the net? Zhang Kuang clearly remembers the fierce expression of the man in charge when he plunged the dagger into his chest.

"No matter what the grudges are, just wait, when I regain some strength, I will definitely go to you. Even if you have a lot of strength and influence on this earth and in the country of Huaxia, if you kill innocents indiscriminately, you deserve to die," Zhang Kuang, who muttered to himself in a cold and low tone, slowly clenched his hands.

As for her sister Zhang Mei, Zhang Kuang believes that she will be fine for the time being, because those people have a significantly different attitude towards her. And if you want to hurt her, you don't have to go to such trouble to take her away. Zhang Kuang is powerless to save Zhang Mei now, so he can only secretly hope that she will be well. Otherwise, when he regains some strength and finds those people, he will make those bastards understand what despair and regret are, and that people always have to pay for what they have done.

Taking a deep breath and slowly calming down his emotions, Zhang Kuangcai closed his eyes and slowly entered the state of cultivation, trying to absorb the energy between heaven and earth with a movement of his mind.

Although Zhang Kuang's primordial spirit is now heavily injured and asleep, after all, there is still a primordial god of an immortal monarch sleeping in his sea of consciousness, and his soul power is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people, and it is not difficult to absorb the energy between heaven and earth. However..

"Oh my God, isn't it? There is too little aura on this earth, it's almost negligible! And the energy is chaotic, how can you cultivate?" Soon, Zhang Kuang couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Calm down, with a relatively strong soul mind, Zhang Kuang barely stripped out a trace of the faint aura that was free between heaven and earth, but with such an absorption method, I am afraid that my body will not be able to step into the immortal path again after dying of old age!

However, even if there is a trace of insignificant aura, it is still aura! It can slowly change Zhang Kuang's physical fitness, and make his chest injury recover faster. In order to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, Zhang Kuang deliberately let the chest wound recover first, and there was hardly a scar visible on the surface, but in fact, the internal injury was not completely healed! Fortunately, people thought that he had not suffered any fatal injuries. Otherwise, it would always be confusing to recover from the injury so quickly. However, Zhang Kuang thought that no one knew that he had been injured, but he took it for granted.

It was really Zhang Kuang's Yuan Shen who was too seriously injured, and the little Yuan Shen essence energy he barely borrowed didn't make his injury fully recover, and the Yuan Shen fell asleep.

While the faint aura entered Zhang Kuang's body to nourish his body, it slowly made Zhang Kuang feel that there was a trace of pure energy in his chest slowly waking up, and began to quickly repair the injuries in Zhang Kuang's body.

"Sure enough, the essence energy of the Yuan Shen was not consumed, but because this body was too weak to digest it for a while, some of it was hidden in the body," Zhang Kuang felt the familiar energy, and there was a secret surprise in his heart.

The energy of the essence of the Yuan Shen can be called the most original energy of an immortal, and it has many wonderful uses. Although it was only a very weak part, it was enough to transform Zhang Kuang's body and give him the confidence to re-cultivate immortals.

Zhang Kuang, whose mind sank into his body, carefully guided these faint Yuan Shen essence energy to wash his whole body, and finally slowly converged into the undeveloped dantian, accompanied by the faint burning feeling of the dantian, a faint trace of internal breath slowly grew out of the dantian.

With this sense of qi, as long as you practice diligently, one day you will be able to connect your internal qi with the energy of the outside world and the world, so as to attract qi into your body, so that you can re-practice qi and step into the threshold of cultivating immortals.

The speed of cultivation always passes very quickly, and before I realize it, it is in the evening.

Under the glow of the setting sun, at the door of the inpatient building of Yuancheng First Hospital, a middle-aged man dressed plainly and honestly walked towards the inpatient building in a hurry.

"Zhang Mingyuan, what are you doing in such a hurry, you are in a hurry to go to the funeral!" a slightly chubby, middle-aged woman in a flower gown then trotted up and shouted to the middle-aged man angrily.

The middle-aged man, whose footsteps slowed down, couldn't help but look back at the middle-aged woman and frowned: "Milan mother, what are you talking about? Xiao Kuang is still lying in the hospital, he is my uncle's only grandson, and my uncle specially told me to take good care of Xiao Kuang before leaving."

"Xiao Kuang Xiao Kuang, you know and think about Xiao Kuang all day long, why don't you think about our daughter Milan, why don't you think about how hard it is for me to get up early and go to sell fish every day?" the middle-aged woman said.

"Am I not hard?" The middle-aged man who asked rhetorically waved his hand and said, "I don't want to quarrel with you!" Uncle is gone, my cousin is gone, and now there is an accident at home, sister-in-law is dead, Xiaomei is nowhere to be found, Xiao Kuang is still lying on the hospital bed, do you say that I, as an uncle, can I not care? In the city, Xiao Kuang has no other relatives, I don't care, who cares?

The middle-aged woman also glared at the middle-aged woman and said: "This is another hospitalization fee, another treatment fee, and one of the family members died, doing funerals, buying cemeteries, all kinds of things, you calculate how much money you spent." The tuition fees for the second half of the semester in Milan have not yet been settled!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, "Then you say, what can I do? Lying on the ice bed, that's my nephew." Dead, that's my sister-in-law. Can I not treat my nephew, hold a funeral for my sister-in-law, or buy a cemetery?"

"Nephew, you are all uncles and nephews of the same age, and you are not his own uncle, even if your uncle is as stupid as you. Besides, that sister-in-law, what kind of sister-in-law is that? She is not Xiao Kuang's mother-in-law, I don't know where your cousin got the wild woman, and it's hard to say whether Xiaomei is the Zhang family's species, you..." The middle-aged woman's mouth was tight.

Syllable.. A crisp applause blocked back the unspoken words of the middle-aged woman, and the middle-aged man pointed at her with trembling hands: "Liu Huazhi, how can you say such a thing?"

"You beat me? Zhang Mingyuan, can you bear it, you beat me, I fought with you!" Liu Huazhi, the middle-aged woman who reacted, suddenly cried and threw herself at the middle-aged man Zhang Mingyuan, and even scratched and tore it.

Seeing this, the doctors and nurses in the hospital rushed over to dissuade them, and finally reluctantly pulled the willow branches apart.

"Ahh

At this moment, I saw a beautiful woman wearing a fashionable pale yellow dress stepped forward with a smile and said, "Uncle and aunt, you should be Zhang Kuang's uncle and aunt, right? That's right, I am a reporter from the county TV station, and my name is Lin Yi." I'd like to interview you. ”

"What's the interview?

Lin Yi, whose beautiful eyes flashed, smiled lightly and continued: "The tragedy that happened in Zhang Kuang's family is indeed shocking and sympathetic. Our county TV station just wants to report the real situation and call on the society to lend a helping hand to help Zhang Kuang and his family."

"Help, how to help?" the bright-eyed willow branch hurriedly got up from the ground and stepped forward to ask expectantly.