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As soon as the sky was brightened, Jiang Chengcheng heard the sound of cooking on a fire outside the tent.

He looked down and saw that the slave girl was sleeping deeply, so he stretched out his hand and pressed her three points below her umbilicus.

Although the slave girl looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, her body had long since faded from the youthfulness of a girl, and the touch was as smooth as mutton fat and white jade, and full of elasticity.

After a moment, Jiang Cheng's hand began to move.

Starting from Qi Chong, go all the way up along the Taiyi and Guanmen in the abdomen, stroke the milk root, milk middle, Renying, and Dicang, and then go up to Xiaguan, Sibai, and Touwei, and then start from Touwei, all the way back, and then pass down through the slender jade legs, until you reach the Lidui acupoint located in the left index toe.

Foot Yang Ming Stomach Sutra!

In the absence of medicine, special massage to dredge the meridians can also cure diseases. It's just that this method has obvious Taoist characteristics, and just in case, he can't use it when the slave girl is awake.

After letting go of the other party's white toes, Jiang Cheng started from the Shaoshang acupoint located on his left thumb and gradually dredged the Taiyin Lung Meridian of his hand.

Generally speaking, most of the fever in the human body is caused by problems in the lungs and stomach.

Three times in a row, fine beads of sweat appeared on the slave girl's forehead, and the high fever that had not gone away gradually calmed down.

Jiang Cheng knew that this was only temporary.

Although what he used was an extremely advanced Taoist method, it was impossible to get rid of the disease at once, not to mention, the other party was still a martial cultivator, and he only had scattered acquired essence in his body, and there was no attribute Yuan Ling.

His technique, to put it bluntly, is to use his own primordial spirit as a guide, to attract the energy in the patient's body, and swim according to a special route of practice.

In this process, the effect of the same Xing Yuan Spirit is the best, the Xenogeneous Attribute Yuan Spirit is second, and the Martial Cultivation Innate Essence is the second...... The worst effect is the scattered and acquired essence that has not yet been formally condensed.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng didn't plan to cure it all at once, it was unrealistic.

After covering the slave girl with a thin blanket, he, like the other survivors, stepped out of the tent and began to cook.

The rice was still porridge, and after eating it himself, he fed the slave girl a little more.

In the early morning, the mood over the ruins was cold and sad, with a certain indescribable feeling that made all those who approached uneasy.

Jiang Cheng knew that it was resentment.

If such a large-scale grievance is not dissipated in time, it won't be long before the entire Pan family set will become a fierce place.

Maybe, there will be a powerful ghost, which will be a disaster.

But that's not something he should be worried about.

Since the fall of the Xianmen three hundred years ago, the various Dao palaces that were attached to the Xianmen have been slaughtered, to put it bluntly, no one cares about this matter anymore, if he takes action to extinguish those unformed resentful spirits, it is not the same as telling others that there is a remnant of the Xianmen hidden here.

"This little brother, we are discussing going into the ruins together for a while, I wonder if you want to participate?"

Frightened by a thick, substantial resentment, the survivors plan to form a group today and embolden each other.

"Of course. ”

With the Moroccan Sectarians eyeing him, Jiang Cheng was not prepared to act differently from the others.

"Okay, little brother, get ready, I'll call you when you leave. ”

The middle-aged man who asked the question left happily.

Jiang Cheng actually didn't have anything he wanted from the ruins, but like ordinary people, he prepared a large leather package to store the harvest.

The middle-aged man didn't let him wait long, so he came with a team of people.

At this time, the entire survivor base has been divided into two completely different groups, one led by a middle-aged man, and the other led by former security chief Jiang Ping'an.

The two factions did not provoke each other, but marched towards the ruins almost simultaneously.

The five martial cultivators belonging to the Momeng Sect were wandering around from afar, not participating.

"Everyone has also seen that today's ruins always make people feel wrong, so I think it's better not to separate, it's a big deal to find things and summarize them, and divide them equally according to the head......"

After arriving at the ruins, the middle-aged leader who gathered everyone said.

"Why are you so troublesome, you still have to find your own way, is there a ghost in this ruin!"

A burly man with a thick shoulder and a round waist shouted. At the beginning, he did feel a little hairy, but since he had been in the ruins for so long, he slowly gained weight.

"I think so......," echoed another, thinner old man.

"I think it's better to be together, so as not to encounter anything unclean when you are alone. ”

"Huh~"

Someone sneered disdainfully.

"In this case, then everyone is willing to do so, and those who want to be together are with me, and those who are willing to act alone will act alone. "The middle-aged man is not reluctant.

So, the group quickly dispersed.

Only about half of those who are willing to follow the convener, and Jiang Cheng is of course among them.

"A bunch of fools, don't you feel that the atmosphere of today's ruins is completely wrong? There is always a yin wind blowing, and the big murderer ......"

It was a half-aged woman who spoke.

Jiang Cheng knew that she was right, because today was the second day of destruction. Those unjust souls who died in vain are entangled in anger, and great changes are quietly brewing.

"Everything that needs to be done has been done, and each can only ...... destiny"

Including the middle-aged man, everyone sighed in unison, and then began to rummage through things.

In this way, they unknowingly worked until noon, and then looked up to find that the sun had not risen today.

In the sky, there were only dim and low dark clouds, and gusts of cold gloomy wind.

"Something isn't right......"

Before the speaker had finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound in the distance.

But it was the burly man who was the first to leave the team, and suddenly fell to the ground, his face pale.

"It's all neighborhoods, let's go check it out. ”

The middle-aged leader named Wang Wu led people over, and soon carried the other party back.

"It's just faint, probably because I ate less in the morning. ”

Rummaging through the ruins is a strenuous task, and it is possible to faint from hunger. As soon as everyone discussed, they decided to carry each other and return to the gathering place together.

"Vomit ......"

On the way, the burly man suddenly began to convulse and foam at the mouth as if he had sheep's horns.

The man who carried him had no choice but to put him on the ground.

"Get out!

"Get out of here!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill you!"

It wasn't long before he started talking nonsense again, but fortunately he quickly fell silent again.

"I have a fever. One of the survivors touched his forehead.

"I said how could this be, it turned out to be a mess...... "The worried people breathed a sigh of relief, and then lifted each other up and continued to rush back.

The group soon returned to the high ground full of tents.

"What's going on?"

The burly man is not alone, and he has a family. His daughter-in-law saw him jumping out of the door, but was carried back by everyone, and immediately became six gods and no master.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm sick somehow. ”

Wang Wu briefly introduced the situation, and then everyone divided the harvest equally and returned to their own tents.