Update time:2012-10-29

Accompanying his awakening was severe pain all over his body, as if the sea water suddenly rose and kept rising until it swallowed him whole.

Yong Bowen spent a lot of effort to prevent himself from moaning in this tidal wave of pain.

If the situation is unknown and people make random noises, people will die.

The vision is a little dim.

The first thing that catches the eye is the staggered beams and the upward retracting roof.

Yong Bowen has not seen this kind of old-fashioned house without a shed roof for many years.

That was back when I lived with my grandfather in his old house in the country.

All old houses are like this.

In spring and summer, swallows will fly in and build nests on the beams, and in winter, bold mice will come and go at night.

Later, my grandfather disappeared and he was brought into the city and fostered in the Ai family. They lived in a building. This kind of house with a suspended roof was never seen again.

Suddenly seeing this old-fashioned roof, Yong Bowen felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if he was in a very familiar environment, or seeing a very familiar relative.

However, Yong Bowen immediately regained his composure.

This feels very wrong.

No matter how nostalgic he is, he can't feel inexplicably friendly just because of a section of rafter.

There was something somewhere affecting his mood.

He concentrated for a moment to make sure there was no one around him, then carefully turned his neck and moved his eyes to both sides.

Such a simple action caused unimaginable pain.

The neck seemed to be broken. With a slight twist, it made a soft crackling sound, as if countless broken bones were rubbing together.

After a simple glance around, Yong Bowen could basically determine the environment he was in.

This is a simple and narrow thatched house, with a total area of ​​only a dozen square meters. The kang bed under the bed takes up most of the room, leaving only a passage in front for one person to walk through.

Opposite the edge of the kang is a window with no glass and covered with white paper. There is a dim light coming from behind the paper. The light is somewhat red and smells like blood.

The bells were ringing continuously from the window, mixed with shouts, screams, groans, faint explosions, and huge collapses, making it seem like the end of the world.

And this quiet hut was like a forgotten corner in the apocalypse, leaving him alone here, waiting silently for the end to come.

It’s really a good background for Dantuan Wen Qingqiang to talk about sadness.

However, Master Yongda has never had such a painful feeling.

After confirming that no one was watching, the first thing Yong Bowen did was to pinch the spell and pick up the talisman.

When a stack of first aid talismans appeared between his fingers, Yong Bowen could at least be sure of one thing. Except for the used ones, all the talismans he carried with him were kept by his side.

He must have been rescued. If he fell into the hands of the horse demon, firstly, these monsters would have no interest in saving his life. Secondly, even if they spared his life, they would not be able to keep him with all the talismans.

Anyone with a little knowledge of magic can sense the mana fluctuations on these talismans, and monsters are not mentally retarded to ignore such extremely destructive things.

Yong Bowen felt a little relieved and used the talisman to give himself first aid.

The person who rescued him had obviously given him first aid.

The wounds on the body have been cleaned and bandaged, and wrapped in clean white cloth, exuding a strong medicinal smell.

However, this simple treatment did not have much effect on his injuries, especially the internal injuries and bone injuries, which were not treated at all.

Being able to wake up is already a sign of Master Yongda’s tenacious vitality.

Yong Bowen burned and ate a mouthful of talisman ashes and consumed dozens of first-aid talismans. Finally, he saved his life from the brink. He jumped off the kang and tried to stretch his arms and legs.

, in order to prevent further injuries due to untreated areas.

While he was stretching his arms and legs here, the door creaked open and a man walked in. When he saw Yong Bowen jumping up and down doing gymnastics, he was petrified on the spot.

It was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with two big black braids, wearing a gray cloth clothes, with two swords hanging cross on her back, staring at a pair of big black eyes, and her mouth opened wide, as if

It was like seeing a ghost.

"Hello!" Yong Bowen had no choice but to wave hello.

"Ah!" The little girl screamed, turned around and ran away, shouting as she ran: "Master, Master, Headmaster, Headmaster, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, come quickly, Immortal Envoy, Immortal Envoy..." It was a mess.

She kept shouting nonsense, but she didn't know who she was calling.

Yong Bowen scratched his head, first checked the talismans on his body, and brought several talismans with strong enough lethality to hand, and then straightened his clothes - this action was actually superfluous, as his whole body was now covered with white cloth strips

He was as tangled as a mummy and couldn't even touch his clothes - he walked out of the room.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw a dark red light in front of my eyes. I blinked hard before I could adapt.

In front of you is a quite spacious square.

The square was full of people.

Yes, it was full of people.

There were hundreds of people, some were missing arms and legs, or some had their stomachs disemboweled, and they were all bloody and bloody. It was as if they had accidentally entered a certain level of hell, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Only a dozen or so people hurriedly shuttled among the injured to provide treatment.

The little girl ran along the aisle left among the injured towards the opposite side of the square, shouting as she ran, attracting everyone's attention. Then more people turned their attention to Yong Bowen, who had just walked out of the hut, with an expression on his face.

There are surprises and doubts.

Then a man came over hurriedly and said: "Master Immortal Envoy, please go back to the house and rest quickly. Your injury..." He stopped mid-sentence.

Although Yong Bowen is still wrapped in white cloth, he moves around easily and flexibly, which obviously has nothing to do with his status as a seriously injured person.

"What is this place?" Yong Bowen watched the screaming girl running further and further away. He had no choice but to turn around and ask the person who came over.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thick, covered in blood, and carrying a machete in his hand. He looked very much like a butcher. However, Yong Bowen could see clearly that the man had been injured not far away just now.

Among them, he treated one of them, used magic spells, applied talismans, and burned talisman water. Finally, he cut off the injured man's thigh, which had become suppurative and exposed to the bone.

This guy who looks like a butcher is actually a doctor-like character.

The middle-aged man replied respectfully: "Sir, the Immortal Envoy, this is where my Guangyang sect is. The day before yesterday, the Immortal Envoy broke through the siege, and I sent the leader to personally lead a team to welcome you back!"

Guangyang Sect!

Yong Bowen's eyes fell on the center of the square.

The screaming girl just ran past there and is still running forward.

There is a statue ten meters high.
Chapter completed!