mijobooks Chapter 168 : There is still a ray of life! The youth who has been forcibly begotten! Thank you for
Chapter 168 : There is still a ray of life! The youth who has been forcibly begotten! Thank you for
These torture instruments are here.
It was difficult for them to control themselves. It was a cruel scene if these torture instruments were used on people.
And here, Liu Jinyuan and others face these torture weapons
What kind of pain and despair should be!
"brute!"
"These beasts!!!"
Wu Zongkui's eyes were scarlet, and they all rubbed so tightly that they were shaking.
The same is true for Wei Baling.
It shouldn't be.
Shouldn't let those beasts die so neatly
"there!!
Suddenly, Li Luo screamed: "There seems to be someone over there!"
Someone?
Everyone chuckled in their hearts and looked in the direction of her fingers.
Sure enough, there were a few silhouettes of people in a corner.
moment.
Everyone's hearts were raised high.
People are indeed people.
Depending on the number and body shape, it is very likely that it will be Liu Jinyuan's team.
But they didn't dare to come closer and look at it at all.
They were afraid to see the horrible picture that the corpse might have.
Zhang Qingxuan took the lead and walked towards the corner of 07.
His light is getting closer, and the corners it shines are getting brighter and brighter.
The full picture of several figures also clearly appeared in everyone's eyes.
Blood!
When I saw it, it was blood red!
Click!
Everyone's hearts trembled.
Wu Zongkui endured the tremor and ran up after nearly following him.
Wei Baling followed closely behind.
The borders of Ning Bing and Li Luo Meimu turned a deep red, and they didn't dare to move, but they still followed.
They came behind Zhang Qingxuan who was already standing in the corner.
Several people in the corner greeted their eyes very clearly.
They had blood on their faces, and their clothes were ragged, revealing the scarlet flesh and blood in them, visible bones, and they were shocking.
"The yellow-skinned people want to obliterate their will and make them into killing machines that can hold their bodies.
"But their will is not obliterated."
Zhang Qingxuan said without sorrow and joy in his tone.
Wu Zongkui's lips trembled suddenly, and two lines of tears fell solemnly in his eyes.
He trembled: "Little Liu"
Wei Baling couldn't help it anymore.
Li Luo and Ning Bing couldn't help it either!
However.
Just when everyone was sad to speechless, sad to silent, and even more resentful of fate to the extreme.
Zhang Qingxuan's eyes full of moving gaze suddenly snapped.
angry!
He actually caught a ray of anger from a few people!
"They are not dead yet!
Zhang Qingxuan squatted down, his sword fingers in his hand clicked on the eyebrows of several people one after another.
"what?!"
"what did you say?!"
The sad emotions of the four stopped abruptly. Wu Zongkui and Wei Bailing all wanted to come forward and grab Zhang Qingxuan's shoulder.
"The yellow-skinned people want to sacrifice them into upper body parasites, to obliterate their minds, but they can't let them die. Therefore, they still have a breath now, and the three souls and seven souls are still in their bodies."
Zhang Qingxuan got up and said: "I sealed their bodies with Yuan Qi, so that their souls would not disperse temporarily, and also stabilized their injuries, no longer deteriorate, and separated their souls so that they would not continue. Feeling pain in a coma."
"Thanks a lot"
Both Wei Baling and Wu Zongkui were overjoyed, but before they could say their gratitude to Zhang Qingxuan, they were interrupted by Zhang Qingxuan: "Don't thank you first."
"If I do this, I can only help them live for a short period of time, which is the same as that of the village chief. It takes at most half a month. In this half of the month, you must find a way to restore their bodies to the original Chengdu that hurt their origins. Otherwise, they Will still die"
Zhang Qingxuan's remarks undoubtedly poured a pot of cold water on those who were rejoicing.
"Half a month's time"
"Recover to the point where it doesn't hurt the original source?"
this
How can this be?
Human recovery capacity is limited.
Even if they use some genetic medicine, it is very difficult for a few people who have suffered such a serious injury to recover to the level of not hurting their origins in just half a month!
"Master Zhang, what should we do?"
Wu Zongkui asked Zhang Qingxuan with a trembling voice.
They don't want to see that there is hope, but in the end they let hope slip away in their own hands and are powerless.
But they really have no way.
Now, I can only hope that Zhang Qingxuan can do anything to save them
Zhang Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Now I can only take them to Gezao Mountain to see if I can ask for some miracle cures."
He only had one golden wound pill, which had already been used to save Xu Sitong.
Even if it is useless, only one person can be saved.
Although he has points now, he can draw more prizes.
But the reward range is too large, it is all random, and the chance of drawing several healing pills in succession is also very small.
Gezao Mountain is famous for its alchemy. Zhang Qingxuan has seen countless cases in ancient books where Gezao Mountain saved people with elixir.
So now the only way is to go to Ge Zao Mountain.
"Ge Zao Mountain?
"Okay, I will contact the bureau and ask them to send someone to pick it up.
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Wu Zongkui ran towards the basement without saying a word.
"The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, it's really a barren land."
The old monk with white beard wrapped his thin clothes.
Jiangnan can still be described by a hot word now.
As a result, when I got off the plane, the temperature dropped directly below zero.
Even for him, it is difficult not to feel the chill.
"Drafty mother, the bald man from the place where the birds do not shit in the west, dare to say that we are a barren land? Your family is a barren land, and your whole family is a barren land!
And the emotional voice of the old monk just fell.
An accented curse sounded from his side.
He is a young man in his twenties.
"Amitabha.
The old monk Baixu called the Buddha's name loudly, and then
"This dress is really warm."
Wearing a brand-new down jacket, the old white-bearded monk bowed to the young man who was lying on the ground and wearing only a sweater on his upper body. "Thank you, the donor for the clothes."
The young man stood up from the ground while supporting his sore butt.
The cold wind blew, and he shivered deeply, and quickly walked into a cafeteria. In the warm room, his teeth were about to be broken, shaking his hands, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a call. . .
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