Ye Dong just lay quietly on the ground, as if dead, motionless, without even the slightest breath of life coming out. What was even more terrifying was that his body and appearance were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is a degradation of appearance and body.
The originally vigorous and jade-like face turned into a sickly burnt yellow color, the flowing black hair was like withered grass in late autumn, and the shiny palms also had pitted and wrinkled hands, like a farmer who was used to doing heavy work.
If it was just a matter of simply running out of spiritual energy, such a situation would never occur. The main reason was that while constantly traveling through the crisis-ridden void, especially in the last void, Ye Dong unexpectedly used the magic of Shadow Nirvana.
His combat skills were so incredible that his soul was worn away
The human body is composed of essence, energy and spirit. Ye Dong's spirit is still there, but the energy and energy were consumed too much, even far overdrawn, which allowed him to transform from a handsome young man to a handsome young man in just three days.
Turned into an ugly peasant!
Now I'm afraid that even if Mo Linglong stood in front of him, she might not be able to recognize him.
Ye Dong has no idea about the changes in his body. Although the medicinal spring in his soul palace is constantly releasing powerful white mist to heal him, the consumption of essence cannot be cured by the medicinal spring.
of.
The place where Ye Dong lay was a desolate valley full of grass. It was almost winter now. The place was inaccessible. Even birds and beasts did not want to come here. It was extremely quiet. However, today, there was a burst of joyful childishness.
Child's voice: "Grandpa, can we find Wu Dongqing today?"
An old but kind voice responded: "Yes, as long as we Xiaohan is here, we will definitely be able to find Wu Dongqing."
"Great, Grandpa, as long as we find Wu Dongqing, we can sell it for more money and buy some jugs of good wine for Grandpa."
"Haha, Xiaohan's words are more comfortable than drinking ten jars of Tianxiang wine."
In the barren valley overgrown with weeds, two figures slowly walked in, one old and one young, dressed simply. Although the clothes were full of patches, they were extremely clean, and they were slightly white after washing. It was not difficult to tell.
The family is not wealthy.
The old man's face is covered with wrinkles and his body is slightly stooped. He looks to be at least seventy or eighty years old, while the younger man has red lips and white teeth, a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, indicating that he is in his prime.
The child was lively and bouncing all the way. Suddenly, he saw Ye Dong lying in the grass and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa, there is an uncle lying here. He seems to be sick."
The old man immediately strode over, saw Ye Dong, put his finger on Ye Dong's nose, and said after a moment: "You still have energy, come on, Xiaohan, help grandpa put this uncle on grandpa's back.
Let's take him back."
Xiaohan walked over very obediently, and he and his grandfather worked together to help Ye Dong up. His little face turned red, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent until he finally helped Ye Dong onto his grandfather's back.
superior.
Grandpa stabilized his body, carried Ye Dong on his back and said, "Xiaohan, we can't look for udon grass today. Let's take this uncle back first and come back tomorrow, okay?"
Xiaohan nodded sensibly and said: "Okay!"
"You're so good, let's go home!"
The old man carried the unconscious Ye Dong on his back and staggered out of the barren valley.
Ye Dong was in coma for half a month before he woke up. Because his energy was consumed too much, even though he woke up, his head still felt dizzy.
When I raised my head, I felt like the world was spinning. I struggled three times in succession before I managed to sit up. I squeezed my eyes hard and looked around.
This is an extremely simple hut. Apart from the bed I am lying on, there is only a table and a bench in the house.
"Where is this?" Ye Dong had a splitting headache. He raised his hand to rub his head, but when he saw his palm, he was stunned. In an instant, he was at least half conscious.
Is this my own hand? How did it become like this? What happened to me?
Just when Ye Dong was stunned, the ajar door was pushed open from the outside with a "squeak" sound, and a child jumped in. When he saw Ye Dong, he was stunned for a moment, and then
He shouted happily: "Uncle, you're awake!"
"Uncle?"
Ye Dong has been called senior, brother, and sir by others since he was born, but this is the first time he has been called uncle. This makes him a little bit dumbfounded. He is only in his early twenties, but in the eyes of this child, he has become a grown-up.
Uncle.
However, Ye Dong naturally did not care about this, but squeezed out a smile and said: "Little brother, what is your name?"
"My name is……"
Suddenly a cough came from outside the house, interrupting Xiaohan's words. Then the old man walked in, reached out and touched Xiaohan's head and said: "Xiaohan, it's okay for you, go out and play!"
"oh!"
Xiaohan suddenly stuck out his tongue, as if he had made some mistake, and ran out quickly.
Although Ye Dong was a little dizzy, his mind was clear. He was sensitive to the old man's cough just now and deliberately prevented the child from saying his name.
Ye Dong frowned slightly as his spiritual sense swept over the old man. This old man was just an ordinary old farmer, without any spiritual energy in his body.
Why would a farmer hide his child's name?
The old man smiled at Ye Dong and said, "Brother, what's your name?"
"My name is Ye Dong!"
As Ye Dong announced his name, the smile on the old man's face suddenly solidified, and he even couldn't help but step back a step: "You, you..."
You waited for a long time, but you didn't say what you said next, but Ye Dong was very puzzled. He didn't understand why the old man was so surprised when he heard his name. Could it be that he knew him?
The old man also realized his gaffe and hurriedly said: "Brother, I am a bit deaf. What is your name and how do you write it?"
"My name is Ye Dong, the leaf of leaves, the east of Dongfang!"
"Oh!" The old man's face clearly showed a look of relief, and his smile returned. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Ye of the leaves, what a good name, what a good name. Just call me Uncle Guan."
Xiaohan, who was squatting on the ground playing with a few pebbles outside the house, heard his grandfather's words and said to himself: "It turns out that this uncle and our last name have the same pronunciation but different characters. We are the night of the dark night, and he is the leaf.
Ye! Alas, when will grandpa let me tell others openly that my name is Ye Chenhan?"
Although Xiaohan was talking to himself, how could he hide it from Ye Dong's ears? He heard these words clearly, and he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.
Why didn't Uncle Guan let Ye Chenhan say his name casually? Doesn't the surname Ye have any special meaning?
Naturally, Ye Dong would not express these doubts. He pretended to be nothing and asked, "Uncle Guan, where is this place?"
Just such a question made Guan Bo's face show a sad look, and he sighed: "It doesn't matter where we are here, anyway, the entire blood world can't last long!"