"If I hadn't relied on the 'Han Yueshuo' to regain my sanity at the critical moment, I wouldn't have been able to appear in front of you safely at this time."
Song He wiped away the tears on his face and forced out a smile, but this smile was uglier than crying.
The An Ran he said was just a lucky escape. There were more than ten wounds on his body, large and small, which had festered and turned pus due to lack of medicine. Even his aura was very unstable. You could tell at a glance.
He suffered serious internal injuries.
Compared with these internal and external injuries, for Song He at this time, the psychological trauma may be more serious. In less than one night, he saw with his own eyes the familiar elders and all his brothers.
If he died in front of himself, an ordinary person would probably have collapsed.
"In the past few days, I have been hiding among the mass graves and bamboo forests. When I was hungry, I would dig some wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger. When I was thirsty, I would drink some dew."
Song He smiled bitterly and said, "That's how I managed to survive..."
He admitted frankly that he really had no shame in going to see his master and fellow disciples before his great revenge was avenged.
"Why don't you take advantage of the daytime, when the Yin Qi returns to the ground, and leave this weird place?"
The little Taoist priest asked casually, but kept his gaze on the other person's face, not missing the slightest change in his expression.
In the final analysis, he actually still didn't completely believe the friend in front of him. It wasn't that he thought the other person was lying, but that he was just instinctively cautious.
Hearing this, Song He couldn't help but sigh: "I have also thought about it, but even if it is a clear sky and a bright day, when the Yang Qi is at its strongest, there is no way to get out of this soul-falling slope."
Whenever he walked to the edge of Luohun Slope, he would suddenly lose all consciousness. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was back on the path leading to the bamboo forest and the mansion.
The ghosts that exist here clearly have the ability to kill him directly, but they have never done so. Instead, they have allowed him to survive in the cracks, as if they were joking.
Ji Yuan asked a few more questions, all about the scenes in which the two of them got along in daily life. Seeing that the other party could answer them fluently, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You should take care of your injuries first."
As he spoke, he took out several white porcelain bottles from the small package on the table, which contained the healing elixir he had refined himself, as well as two bottles of ointment purchased from Mingxinxuan.
Song He smiled bitterly when he saw this. He naturally knew that his friend in front of him had been extremely wary since he appeared, and he had finally let go of it until now.
Without saying anything else, he took a few porcelain bottles and drank the elixirs in them quickly. Then he took off his tattered, blood-stained robes, revealing streaks of festering pus, spreading out.
A wound that smells fishy.
"Be patient."
Ji Yuan glanced at him, then took out a small knife from the package, heated it in the light, and began to clean the wounds in front of him.
It took him about a moment to finish treating the wounds on Song He's body, then applied two kinds of ointments and carefully wrapped them with cloth strips.
After doing all this skillfully, Ji Yuan sat back with a calm expression. It was not like he had never seen injuries several times more serious than this, so he didn't show any expression.
"How are the internal injuries?"
Watching the other party put the tattered and blood-stained Taoist robe back on, the little Taoist priest asked in a deep voice.
"With your elixir hanging, if I rest for a while, I should be able to exert about 70% of my peak strength."
Song He's face straightened, and when he saw the thoughtful look in the other person's eyes, he immediately understood what he was thinking.
Sure enough, after just a few breaths, Ji Yuan thought thoughtfully and said: "It's not a problem to stay like this forever. We must find a way to leave. If it doesn't work, we must try our best to find out the whereabouts of the ghosts here, otherwise we will end up...
Too passive."
With the strength of the two of them, it goes without saying that they can slay demons. If they really hit them head-on, they would probably just become a meal in front of the ghosts. The flesh and blood of practitioners contains essence, which is rare for monsters.
gourmet food.
But if you stop by stillness, you are still a little too passive. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, and there is no way to guard against thieves the day before. If you relax, you may be harmed by ghosts.
"It's just these ghosts, why don't you do it directly?"
The little Taoist priest frowned. He was not a master of Taoism. He had just embarked on the path of spiritual practice. He was only a young monk in the early stages of enlightenment. With the strength of these ghosts, there was no need to be afraid of anything. It would not be worse to kill them directly.
Simple and direct?
Unless there is some hidden secret in this, the ghosts in the mansion here cannot directly attack him, and can only temporarily stabilize themselves and then slowly figure it out.
Ji Yuan felt a little headache, and he really couldn't figure out the connection. The only reasonable explanation for the current situation was that in the fight with the leader of Mingyue Temple, the ghost might have been seriously injured, so he didn't directly
Take action.
Seeing that he was thinking hard, Song He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something out loud, but Ji Yuan suddenly raised his head and placed an index finger on his mouth.
The two of them looked toward the door one after another, and then saw a flash of fire approaching from far away, and finally stopped outside their house.
"Master Taoist, can you take a rest?"
In the silence, the old woman's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
Hearing this, Ji Yuan and Song He looked at each other, and both of them showed nervousness and alertness. After pondering for a moment, the former slowly said: "We are getting ready to take a rest."
The old woman outside the door smiled sinisterly after hearing the reply and said: "That little Taoist priest should have a rest early. I just came here to let you know. A mouse sneaked into the house earlier. I might disturb you."
guest."
As soon as these words came out, Ji Yuan's eyes immediately froze, and he had already picked up three or four talismans between his fingers. Song He next to him breathed heavily and almost stood up.
But before the two people inside the house could make any response, the old woman outside the house chuckled a few times and slowly left with a bright lantern.
"Since you discovered me, why did you leave as if nothing happened after making a special announcement?"
After the old woman walked away, Song He finally spoke.
At this time, Ji Yuan was just as puzzled as he was. This kind of behavior was really puzzling. Even if the other party was a ghost, it was still a little unreasonable.
The little Taoist priest suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and several faces appeared in his mind. They were brothers and sisters who came from famous families in Tianhe County, especially Li Mufeng, who was the most impressive.
"Perhaps the mouse she is talking about is not you, but someone else..."
Ji Yuan muttered to himself thoughtfully, having a rough guess in his mind. This chapter has been completed!