People are always like this, growing up through loss and gain.
Hanyong taught Tang Xuan a profound lesson with his life.
Chen Zhengjun finally woke up after being comatose all night. The moment he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the camp. He knew in his heart that Tang Xuan had finally succeeded in killing the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou.
He survived.
Chen Zhengjun stretched out his right hand to touch the sleeve of his empty left arm, and then fell into a short and silent silence.
"Chen Ming, come in!"
As soon as Chen Zhengjun shouted, Chen Ming, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately came in with a large amount of medical supplies in his hand and shouted in surprise: "Mr. Chen, it's great that you are awake."
"How long have I been unconscious? Has the search for the main tomb been launched? Has He Luo Yupei been found in it?"
Chen Zhengjun asked three questions in a row, with a clear purpose, directed at He Luo Yupei.
"Master Chen, you have been in a coma all night. The search for the tomb of Lord Blood-clothed Marquis has already begun. There are many things that can be regarded as treasures, and there are also many jade pendant-like cultural relics, but they all have the same shape as He Luoyu.
The tracing doesn’t match.”
Chen Ming said sadly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you again."
Chen Zhengjun sighed: "I don't blame you, this is just a matter of luck. If you have it, you will have it, and if you don't have it, you won't have it."
This was not the first time he heard such a disappointing result. It was just that he lost an arm due to carelessness in the tomb of the Blood-clothed Marquis, but failed to get what he dreamed of. The psychological gap was a bit big.
"Chen Ming, where are the others?"
"Who are you referring to?"
"Old Luo Pan, brave and scholarly, and that Tang Xuan."
Chen Ming replied: "Jiangyong is dead. I heard that the old scholar said that in order to save Tang Xuan, he was hit by the ancient corpse ice thorns and died of serious injuries. Mr. Luo Pan is still in a coma. The old scholar is fine. That man is Tang Xuan.
The young man from Xuan was slightly injured, but after treatment and rest, there will be no problem."
"Brave..."
Chen Zhengjun was silent for a moment and blamed himself: "If I had been more careful, maybe Xiaoyong would not have died."
Although Chen Zhengjun didn't know what happened after he fainted, he was certain that the only person capable of killing the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou was Tang Xuan.
He was not curious about Tang Xuan's identity and strength.
But Yongyong's sacrifice was beyond Chen Zhengjun's expectation.
Perhaps Hanyong had the overall situation in mind and sacrificed himself to prevent the ancient corpse of the Blood-clothed Hou from escaping from the tomb.
Chen Zhengjun didn't know the truth and could only speculate like this.
He propped himself up and took the coat hanging on the bed frame: "I want to see Tang Xuan."
"Master Chen, your injuries are not healed yet!"
Chen Zhengjun followed Chen Ming's gaze and looked at his left arm with a calm expression: "Without an arm, it's not like I'm a cripple who can't walk. Besides, my soul power has recovered a lot."
Chen Ming opened his mouth, spoke for a while, and then changed his words: "Okay, then I will lead the way."
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Ten minutes later.
Chen Ming took Chen Zhengjun, who had changed into casual clothes, to the tent where Tang Xuan was.
Tang Xuan saw Chen Zhengjun's arrival and stood up quickly: "Master Chen, how is your health?"
A rare smile appeared on Chen Zhengjun's old-fashioned face, and he said softly: "I'm not bad. After a good sleep, I was glad that I only lost an arm. But it must not be easy for you to face the deathbed counterattack of the ancient corpse alone.
I'm alive thanks to you."
"Master Chen, thank you very much."
Chen Zhengjun smiled and replied: "No need to be polite, I just want to thank you. Without you, I would probably die under this tomb this time. If you have anything in the future, you can ask me for help."
Tang Xuan nodded.
"Well, you rest first, I still have to inspect the exploration of the tomb."
After Chen Zhengjun finished speaking, he took Chen Ming and left directly.
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Tang Xuan stayed in the camp for one more day and then applied to Chen Zhengjun to leave the team early.
Chen Zhengjun readily agreed.
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Chen Ming stood next to Chen Zhengjun, turned to look at Chen Zhengjun and said, "Master Chen, are you going to let him go back like this?"
"What if?"
Chen Ming said softly: "Let's not mention that Tang Xuan is a novice. He wandered alone in the tomb. According to some clues we got, we can basically confirm that his footprints have appeared on the negative three floors, and he must have hidden goods.
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Chen Zhengjun said softly: "Although Tang Xuan is a novice, I think he is decisive in killing, persevering and brave, and he may be able to make a name for himself in the future."
"I have a hunch that we will have opportunities to cooperate with him in the future, and this kid's family background should not be weak. There is no need to offend people over such a trivial matter."
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After more than three hours, Tang Xuan saw the county seat, which meant that he finally returned to human civilization and could bid farewell to cold foods such as compressed biscuits and military cans.
After entering the city, what Tang Xuan saw was this scene. Mercenaries were coming and going in and out of the inn and the market. They were drinking and bragging in the inn, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time. They set up a stall in the market to sell their harvest.
, like some low-level soul beast teeth, earthy-smelling herbs, and some weapons.
"It seems that normal life has returned to normal. You can go to Fangshi later to have a look. Now let's find a place to live!" Tang Xuan murmured as he looked at the lively scene.
Tang Xuan found an inn at random, asked for a room and a table of food and wine, settled the lunch problem, and prepared to go to the city with his sword in hand.
Looking at the pile of rags on the stall, the young stall owner was still explaining his pile of 'treasures' with enthusiasm. Tang Xuan was kind enough not to expose him, and smiled and walked to the next stall.
Even some big cities haven't found a decent treasure. Those so-called treasures are not as good as a fourth-grade elixir that he randomly cultivated! Things from this kind of fringe small town are indeed even more rubbish. Tang Xuan has already released his soul power before.
Perception, the herbs and weapons placed on the stalls by these stall owners are dim and dull under the perception of the soul, without a trace of spirituality.
Tang Xuan, who was just thinking about things, suddenly felt that the power of his soul was emanating from him, and his perception was disrupted in one place. He frowned, "What's going on? There is something wrong with my soul perception."
Tang Xuan stood up and looked at the place where his perception was disturbed. He saw that the source of the disorder was a black iron scroll placed in front of a strong man not far away.
Shu frowned and walked over, pointed at the black iron scroll and asked the strong man, "Brother, what's going on with this scroll? It's made of iron and can't be opened. What can it be used for?"